Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“I’m going!” he says, rolling away from me. “I fucking hate you guys. You’re so fucking mean to me.”
“Not our fault,” Hazel says. “We still love you.”
“Sorry, Luca,” River says.
He flips them off as he walks through the door.
“Sorry about that, Teagan,” River says.
“It’s fine,” I tell her. Because what else am I supposed to say? That this entire weekend has been one big cock block for me, and I know what blue balls feels like now? I turn over and see River standing naked at the foot of the bed, stepping into a pair of underwear. My eyes run up her legs and over her hips to her small breasts, her nipples perky, hard points.
Yeah, that’s not going to make my problem any better.
I lie back and look up at the ceiling before Hazel drops her towel, too.
“We need to talk about something else,” River says.
“Okay ”
She climbs onto the bed beside me, now fully dressed.
“We’re going to be home in probably five hours or so,” she says. “And there are different rules there.”
“What kind of rules?” I ask.
“Nothing too serious,” she says. “But there’s one big oneno phones.”
“No electronics at all, actually,” Hazel adds. “Nothing with wifi, no cameras. No calling, no texting, no pictures, no videos.”
“Okay why?”
“Just to protect everyone,” River says. “It’s really not a big deal; I just wanted to tell you so that it isn’t a surprise. So, if there is anyone you need to contact or anyone who might worry if you don’t answer your phone for a few days, you can let them know now before you have to turn your phone over.”
“Turn it over? Turn it over to who?” I ask.
Here I was, thinking I’d just have to turn it offsomeone is actually going to take it from me?
“Declan. He keeps them in a safe on the bus. It’ll be fine.”
“And you guys do this, too?” I ask. “What if there’s an emergency?”
“There’s a landline in Declan’s room,” she says. “But like I said, it’ll be fine. There won’t be any emergencies.”
“I’m going to go find something to eat,” Hazel says, slipping out of the room.
“Me, too,” River says. “What about you? Are you hungry?”
“Umm I think I need to call my sister first,” I say. “And take a shower.”
“Okay,” she says. “I’m sorry about Luca.”
She leaves, pulling the door closed behind her, and I quickly grab my phone from the charger.
A few more texts from Blakely, two from my mom, and one from Hunter late last night. Overwhelmed, I close them, then decide I should at least let Blakely know what’s going on.
Hey, you know that guy I think is killing women? He’s going to take me to a secluded home in the mountains, and when we get there, he’s taking my phone.
Yeah, I probably shouldn’t say that.
ME Hey. I’m on the bus with the band. We are going back to their home in Idaho. They don’t allow phones there. Please don’t text me until you hear from meI don’t know who might be reading them.
BLAKELY What!? So, you still think they’re murderers or you’re just hanging out? Are you drinking blood, too?
ME Not sure yet, but I’m serious, Blake. Don’t text me or DM me until I tell you it’s okay. I’m going to clear these out.
BLAKELY Well, I wanted to let you know that one of our offers was accepted. You need to come home soon so we can deal with the living situation. Also, Austin rescheduled your interview for Thursday. Please take this seriously.
I throw the phone down on the bed, roll over, and scream into the pillow. Fuck. That was fast. This is the last thing I need right now.
ME Awesome. Bye.
I send my mom something more generic about being in the mountains and not having signal and how I’ll be home later this week, then delete my messages and log out of my socials and emails.
Just in case.
Then, I tuck it into my bag and slip into the small bathroom. I pile my long, dark hair into a bun on top of my head and turn the water on. I’m not surprised when there’s next to no pressure and it comes out lukewarm at best. It’s probably not meant to be used frequently.
I could use a cold shower anyway, honestly. I’ve been watching and listening to other people having sex for days now. I had one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen in real life in bed with me minutes agokissing me, touching me. Sliding his fingers inside me, my hand wrapped around the base of his huge dick.
Not having a rag or loofa, I lather some soap on my hands and begin running them over my skin.
And it is huge. Of course, it is. It’s not enough that he’s like a tattooed Adonis, carved from stone and exuding sex appeal as if he invented it. No, he actually has the dick to back up all of that mother fucking attitude.
And he said he was going to fuck me until I cry. I haven’t cried in years, so that’d be a fun game to play. I’d show him exactly how fucking sturdy I am. Maybe I’d be the one to break him instead; he doesn’t know me.
I wonder if Declan is even bigger. They are brothers. You’d think they’d be similar.
That’s who my thoughts slip to now as I run my hands over my breast, then down my stomach and between my legs. I rub small circles over my clit and think of him licking and sucking blood from my tits before spreading my legs wide and eating me on the table for everyone to see.
For his brother to see.
Fuck.
I moan, gripping the grab bar with my other hand as I stroke my wet center. The sound comes out much louder than I anticipated, and, remembering how thin the walls are and how much sound carries in the small space, I stifle my sighs as my orgasm builds.
And then, I look up and notice the detachable showerhead.
Yes.
I stand on my toes, take it down, and place it between my legs, moving until I get it just right. I bite back another moan; the pressure that wasn’t great is perfect on my clit. I’m so close to explodingit doesn’t take much after everything I’ve seen this weekend.
“Ah, fuck,” I whimper quietly. I look up and realize that I hadn’t shut the door all the way; either that or it doesn’t latch well. I wonder how long it’s been like that. I move my eyes to the small mirror and spot a familiar set of green eyes watching me.
Luca.
Good. Go ahead and watcheven better. I roll my hips a little more against the steady stream, drop my head, and, gripping the handle and the bar tightly, let myself come, biting my lip hard to keep quiet as it rolls through me.
When I finally stop coming and look up again, the eyes in the mirror are gone.
I turn off the water and dry myself with a small hand towela drawback of being on a tour bus, I guess. Then, I step back into the main cabin and spot those same red silk panties I wore earlier right before I step on them.
I distinctly remember putting them in the outside pocket of my bag. And I did. Because when I pick them up, I quickly realize they’re filled with cum.
I’m reminded that I’m not exactly normal when the corners of my mouth twist into a smile.
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