Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Come on,” she says. “Let’s go find everybody.”
“Um, yeah,” I say, then stand and follow her.
Power.
He says that’s his drug of choice, and maybe it should have been obvious because I can see it. The ability to control and influence people and their actions, to do what you want free of consequences. River says he likes to test people. He said himself that he likes to watch people break.
I wonder if he can control it. I wonder if he knows when to stop or if he’s taken his addiction too far before, too.
I’m the last one onto the bus, following River, Hazel, and Layla. I guess I’m not paying attention; maybe I’m a little too tired, a little too drunk, or both because I stumble into Layla, who has stopped in front of me, almost knocking her over.
“Oh, god, I’m so sorry!” I tell her. She doesn’t even look back.
I follow her eyes as she watches Declan disappear with Alana.
“Layla?” Hazel places a hand on her cheek. “Are you okay? Do you want to sleep with us?”
“I’m okay,” she says. “I’m not tired. I’m just going to stay out here.”
“Okay ” Hazel says skeptically.
“Come on,” River says, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
She pulls me around Layla, and I meet her sad eyes as I pass. I make a mental note to talk to her tomorrow. She must have known Bridget and clearly needs someone to talk to; maybe I can even help her. Maybe she needs someone to talk to who’s an outsider, and we can help each other.
I change my clothes and crawl into bed next to River with Hazel on her other side. She curls up behind me, burying her head in the back of my hair. “You smell like cherries,” she whispers into my neck. “I want to keep you.”
It doesn’t take long for the sound of traffic on the highway to lull me to sleep.
Imust have slept like a rock. It’s one of those mornings where I wake up confused. You know, when you’re so sleep-deprived, it takes you minutes to process where you are and what happened the night orin my casenights before. Two nights ago, I left for the concert with a backstage pass and then got in my car and drove to San Francisco. Just yesterday, I found Declan in my hotel room.
And now, I’m on the tour bus with blood-drinking murderers.
I stretch, take a deep breath, roll onto my side, and find myself face-to-face with Luca. Shirtless Luca, lying on the bed in a pair of grey sweatpants.
“Hey,” he says. “You’re a heavy sleeper.”
What the fuck.
“What do you mean? What are you doing in here?”
“Oh, yes! Oh, god, it feels so good!” a female voice cries out. My eyes dart to the door leading to the small bathroom, then back to Luca. I feel my cheeks flush.
“You’ve slept through about ten minutes of River doing that,” he says.
“Are you going to come on my tongue?” I hear Hazel ask.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Ahhh, fuck.”
I lie next to Luca in bed, listening to River come, whimpering and moaning for a good couple of minutes before her cries finally start to die down.
Warm heat floods my core. Shit. He’s been listening to this for ten minutes? I can’t help myself; my eyes wander down his bodyover his tattooed torso and past that ‘v’ disappearing into his waistband to where I can see his cock hard against his thigh.
I quickly bring them back to his face.
“I thought about you when I came in some girl’s mouth last night.”
My eyes go wide. “Wow. You just said that out loud. That’s that’s very sweet of you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, smiling.
I cover my face with my hands and laugh. “Oh my god.”
He runs his fingers over the tulip tattooed on my forearm. “This is pretty. Do you have any more?”
“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” I tell him.
He scoots a little closer and props his head up on his elbow. “That’s not fair,” he says. “I saw you first.”
“Why is that, anyway?” I ask.
“Mmm what did they tell you?” he counters.
“That you would break me and ruin all the fun.”
Now, it’s his turn to go wide-eyed. “Really? They told you that?”
I nod. “Mmmhmm.”
“You look pretty sturdy to me,” he says. “I think you’ll be okay.”
Apparently, it’s Hazel’s turn now. I recognize her voice; I heard it last night when she came on Declan’s face.
His eyes drop to my chest. “Your nipples are hard. Are you turned on?”
He reaches out and runs his thumb in circles over the hard point through the fabric of my t-shirt, causing me to suck in a breath. “Well yeah,” I say.
“What are you wearing under there?” he asks, pulling back the covers. I assume it’s a rhetorical question at this point; he can see that with my t-shirt, I’m wearing a pair of silk red panties.
“Cute,” he says. “I bet they’re soaked.”
Luca slips under the covers, then slides his hand up my thigh, and hitches the leg around his waist. He pulls my body against his until I can feel his hardness between my legs and then moves his hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass. Dipping his head down, he covers my mouth with his, gripping the cheek hard while he grinds his erection into my pussy. I let out a high-pitched moan, most of it buried in his mouth as his tongue slips into mine, tangling with my own.
Even his kiss feels like sex.
His expert tongue devours mine while he grinds against me, his free hand slipping under my head and grabbing a handful of my hair. The fingertips of the other hand run along the seam of my wet panties, slipping inside the fabric. I whimper as he runs them down my slit, and I reach inside the waistband of his pants, wrapping my fist around the base of his hard cock just as he slips them inside me.
Then, the bathroom door flies open. Both River and Hazel walk out in towels.
“You better not have your dick in her,” Hazel says. “Get out, Luca.”
He groans and pulls his mouth away from mine, his fingers still moving inside me beneath the blankets. I bury my face and heavy breathing into his chest.
“Just leave us alone,” Luca says. “Pretend you didn’t see anything.”
“No way,” Hazel says. “He’ll be pissed.”
“Seriously, Luca. Get out,” River says. “Sorry, Teagan.”
He sighs, sliding his fingers out and tucking his dick back into his sweatpants. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I will get to fuck you, Teagan. I hope you are sturdy. Because when I do, I’m going to come in all of your holes until you cry.”
Jesus.
“No talking, either!” River says. “Go! Seriously, get out.”
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