Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Yeah Declan.”
His eyes narrow before he opens the door and retrieves the food from outside, removing the lid and taking a bite of one of the nachos before setting it down on the bed.
“Those are pretty good,” he says.
But more importantly, it’s the same tray with the same nachos I ate in bed with Luca last night long after they were cold.
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” I say, shrugging. “So, what now? For you, I mean. I have plans with my sister; she’s already upset that I missed brunch and her pool day.”
“You’re acting strange,” he says.
“I am strange,” I tell him through a mouthful of food.
“Yeah, but where did you say you were last night?”
“I was here.”
“What happened to your chest?”
“I told you already,” I say. “Someone sent me a bloody drink and said I was her queen. We hooked up and it got well, bloody. In a fun-for-everyone kind of way. No one died, I promise.”
“And that happened in this hotel?”
“Yes.”
“In this room?”
“No. It was her room.”
“Which floor was it on?”
“I’m sorry,” I laugh. “I woke up at four in the afternoon. Do you think I remember what floor it was on? A low one, maybe. I think I remember taking the elevator up afterward.”
“Okay ”
He stands there, watching me eat, the air thick with tension I refuse to acknowledge. He thinks I’m lying, and he’s waiting for me to slip up.
“Are you jealous or something?” I tease, attempting to keep my tone casual.
“Yes,” he says plainly.
I shoot him a puzzled look.
“What?” he asks. “Not the answer you expected?”
“No, it’s not.”
“You shouldn’t be so surprised,” he says. “I told you that you’re my favorite songmine. Remember?”
“You said you wanted to put me on a shelf.”
“Exactly. I don’t play well with others, Teagan. I don’t like sharing. You belong to me now, whether you like it or not. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, but I can’t say the same about anyone else. I hope you enjoyed your night because the next time you let someone else touch your body, just know you’ve signed their death warrant.”
I swallow hard. “Got it.”
“Do you?” he asks. “Because what part has your nipples hard and your pupils dilating? Knowing that I am your master now, or the idea of me ripping some poor, innocent man or woman to shreds for making you come? You don’t want to test me, Teagan.”
Both. As long as it’s not Declan or Luca.
“I won’t test you. I have enough innocent blood on my hands.”
“Good,” he says. “But just to be clear, anyone who touches what’s mine isn’t innocent.”
“I need to get ready. You can have the rest of these if you want.”
I get up from the bed and begin rifling through my suitcase.
“That’s not what I’m hungry for, Teagan.”
“I can’t be late.” I pull a pair of shorts and a cropped baby tee from the bag. “Turn around.”
“You’re joking, right? No.”
“Casually dressing in front of someone else is boyfriend territory,” I tell him. “You’re not my boyfriend, right? You don’t love me.”
He shakes his head, standing and crossing the room until he’s right in front of me. “Why are you so hung up on those meaningless words? Why do you still think that’s something that you need? Hmm? Arms up.”
I sigh, slowly lifting my arms, and he pulls Luca’s t-shirt over my head before tossing it aside. Hungry eyes settle on my bare chest.
“She did this to you?” Sebastian asks. His fingers trace the still-open cuts on my chest, and it stings.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“It’s cute,” he says. “I hate it.”
I slip my arms into my bra straps, and he places a hand on my shoulder. My heart jumps before he turns me around, pushing my hair over my shoulder and running his knuckles down my back before fastening it for me.
“See? You’ve seen the way I take care of the things on my shelves, Teagan. I can take care of you, too.”
He leans in, pressing his lips to my neck, and I close my eyes, holding my breath and fighting the urge to melt into him.
Things are different now. I’d never be no one with him when I could be loved by them. And I’m already too close to Sebastian. He does things like this and makes it hard for me to remember I can’t trust him.
That he doesn’t even consider himself human.
“Turn,” he says.
I do as he asks, and he holds out my shorts for me to step into before pulling my shirt over my head. “You asked me what my plan was,” he says. “I said I would give you space, and I will. But I’m going to be watching you the entire time.” He presses his body into mine, ensuring I feel the hard ridge of his dick straining against his jeans as he runs his hands over my ass. “And I’m going to be hard like this the entire time. When I do finally get ahold of you, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I thought you said you take care of your things.”
“I do,” he says. “This is how I take care of you.”
“I learned a little late but I’m a little more complicated than that.” I force a smile, placing my hands on his cheeks before standing on my toes and kissing his lips. I can’t quite explain it, but I don’t like lying to him. He’s Sebastian right nowthe closest thing I’ve had to a friend since all of this happened, but he’s also Bone Saw. “I should go take care of my makeup before I’m late.”
“You’ll forget about it, Teagan,” he says, throwing himself down on the sofa. “With the right training, it won’t take long.”
“What do you mean with the right training?” I ask. “Who’s going to train me?”
“You don’t need to worry about that right now, little monster. Just put on your pretty makeup, go play normal girl. You only have a few days left anyway.”
I hate lying to him; I know I probably shouldn’t since all he’s ever done is lie to me, but I do. It doesn’t feel right. And although I know what he is, and I’m just the pet that keeps coming when he calls anywayeven if I am his favorite onepart of me still just wants to stay here in this room and pretend it’s something else.
“Sebastian?”
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