Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
Because I can feel how angry she is, and there’s power in that, too.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” Sebastian says.
“You don’t have to say that,” I tell him. “It’s too loud for them to hear you unless you’re yelling anyway.”
“I wasn’t saying it for them,” he says. “I forgot to tell you before you left this eveningyou’re beautiful.”
I pause, waiting for something filthy or sarcastic to follow the compliment. When it doesn’t, I blush. “Thank you.”
We finish off the first and most of the second bottle of champagne before Blakely and her friends get up and start dancing, leaving me alone in the booth with just Sebastian.
A group of girls walk by, attempting to take a discrete photo of us and failing when the flash goes off. They all scurry away laughing.
“Sorry. That happens sometimes,” I say. “Is that a problem for you? Photos of your face?”
“No,” he says. “I told youonly you and one other person recognize this face as being both things, and there are no records of me ever existing. Not even at San Flores anymore, and they’ll never even notice it. I enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?”
“Being able to move through spaces and crowds like this,” he says. “I like being the other thing, too. It scares people. Even the members of The Order see me and they know they should be afraid. They know the quiet, masked things are the ones who will kill them if they ever become inconvenient. But I also like it when they don’t know they should be scared.”
“Like Blake and her friends? They sure seem to like you.”
“They seem to,” he says. “But if they really knew what I was, they’d be running. Not you, though.”
I shrug. “No. Not me. I’m kind of jealous, though. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move through the world like that, no matter where or what I am.”
“Can I get you anything else?” the server interrupts.
“No, thank you,” Sebastian tells her.
She rests her hand on his shoulder. “Let me know if you change your mind,” she says.
“See?” he says as she walks away. “Just like that. I’d rather paint the walls with her guts than stick my dick in them, but she has no idea. Most people are too stupid to see what’s in front of them.”
“I guess that includes me,” I say.
“You recognize monsters,” he says. “You just like to play with themthere’s a difference. Do you want to go to a real party, Teagan?” He reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy in his palm. “I’ll put on my mask, and you can be my pet. I’ll show you some things that’ll make your thighs clench.” He leans in, kissing my neck. “I could show you some things you’ll never be able to unsee, too, but only if you want to see them. Do you want to?”
Yes.
“I can’t,” I tell him.
“Why not?”
Because Declan told me not to go anywhere with you. And now, I’m scared.
“I’m playing normal girl, remember? For just a little bit longer anyway. Do you know how to dance?”
“No, Teagan. I don’t dance.”
“What if I go find someone else to dance with?”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he says. “You know what will happen. How about I take you into the bathroom and fuck that bratty mouth of yours?”
“Do it for me then,” I plead. “Because I like it, and I’ll miss it. And we’re playing normal, so why not? Luca and Riv always danced with me.”
“I’ve already done a lot of things for you that I shouldn’t have.”
“Fine.” I swing a leg over his body so that I’m straddling him in the booth, facing him, and then lean in, kissing his lips. “Suit yourself.”
I climb out of the booth and find Blakely drunk on the dance floor. She smiles and pulls me in closer. It’s been so long since I’ve danced with my sister. Sebastian watches with his arm stretched across the back of the booth.
After a couple of songs, I feel someone press up against my backside.
“Hey there,” he says. “What’s wrong with your boyfriend over there? He doesn’t want to dance with you?”
“No,” I reply. “He doesn’t.”
“Well, then, he shouldn’t mind if I do,” he says.
“I mind.” A hand closes around my wrist, pulling me in the other direction. I’m not sure how he moved that quickly, but Sebastian stands to my right, his jaw clenched tightly.
I shrug. “He minds. Sorry.”
The guy walks away, deciding to try his luck with Lauren, and Sebastian narrows his eyes at me. “I told you what would happen.”
“You were watching me,” I say. “I didn’t do anything, did I?” I grab him by his belt loop and pull him closer, swaying my hips. “You said I looked pretty. You can’t blame them for wanting to dance with me, can you?”
“Yes.”
“Why? They don’t know the man watching me from across the room is a sadistic murderer.” He grabs me by the hip, and I feel him growing hard against me. “You like that, though, don’t you? Which one would you tear to shreds first? For me, it’d be the guy over there in the checkered shirt. He’s handsy, and it’s not an accident.”
“How do you know that?” he growls.
“I’d rather not say.”
“You.”
“What?”
“The person I’d most like to tear to shreds in here is you.”
“With your knife ” I pause, my hand closing over the hard ridge beneath his jeans. “Or your dick?”
“Either way,” he says, “the answer is still you.”
“Do it then,” I challenge, stroking his cock between us.
“Which one?”
“I don’t really care. You pick.”
“How about both?” he asks, squeezing my wrist.
“Great. What are you waiting for?”
“I’m trying to decide which one I want to do first. You do look pretty when you’re sleeping.”
“You look pretty when you’re mad,” I tell him, twisting out of his grip. I take his hand and guide it down the front of my shorts and inside of my lace thong. “Feel that? I’ll be wet either way.”
His jaw flexes, a feral look in his eyes as he speaks through clenched teeth. “Let’s go.”
With a not-so-gentle grip on my hair, he guides me toward the back of the room.
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