Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“The exit is the other way.”
“You don’t have time for that,” he says.
“There will be people in there,” I tell him as he drags me into the men’s restroom.
“You should have thought about that before you started acting like a whore.”
He takes me to the very last stall, locks the door behind us, and pulls out his thick, rock-hard dick, pumping it in his hand.
“I want your pussy,” he growls. “Take your shorts off.”
I unbutton my shorts, pulling them down over my hips along with my thong, and step out of them, leaving my heels on.
He lifts me by the back of my thighs, and as I wrap my legs around his waist, he pushes me against the wall of the stall and sinks his dick into my wet pussy.
“Sebastian!” I cry out. He slams into me, shaking the wall of the stall and likely the next stalls over. “Oh, god!”
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Go ahead and scream. Let everyone know you’re getting fucked like a little slut in here.”
“Fuck!”
Admittedly, I wasn’t thinking about that. I bring his mouth to mine, burying a moan into his lips. “Faster,” I tell him.
He adjusts his grip on my waist, causing me to sink down harder onto his cock, and I gasp right before he pulls it back out and gives it to me faster like I wanted. The sound of his skin smacking into mine and the stall shaking reverberates through the space. He’s going to fuck me through this god damn wall like the animal he is, and I don’t even care.
Because the head of his cock is hitting that spot that makes my toes curl over and over again. My heels fall from my feet onto the floor.
“Sebastian ”
“Is this what you wanted, little monster?”
“Yes,” I whimper. I let my head fall against his chest and dig my nails into his back, letting myself come apart on his dick. “Ohhh fuck.”
He shifts my weight onto just one of his arms, but he doesn’t miss a beat, fucking into me while he pushes my top and bra up over my tits.
“God, I fucking hate you,” he groans. “I hate you for having such a tight little pussy and a body that begs to get fucked. I hate you for not knowing you shouldn’t ” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Play.” Thrust. “With.” Thrust. “Monsters,” he roars before going stiff deep inside my pussy and filling me with cum. “I hate you.”
He holds me tight against him while his dick jumps inside me, and I cling to him, catching my breath while he rides it out.
“No, you don’t,” I say once I can form words. I run my hands over his cheeks and turn his face to mine, forcing him to meet my eyes.
“What?” he asks.
“You don’t hate me, Sebastian. Tell me something real.”
“Like what?”
“You missed me,” I say, nuzzling my face against his. “That’s why you’re herenot because I didn’t answer my phone, and you thought I might have gotten myself into trouble. You’re here because you missed me.”
For just a second, I think he’ll admit it’s true. Instead, he lowers me to the ground and says, “Get dressed. We should get out of here.”
And then, I feel bad again.
I follow Sebastian through the club and then out to the parking garage where we take his car back to my hotel. Today, it has Montana license plates; I hadn’t noticed that they changed before.
Wordlessly, we exit the vehicle and move through the lobby toward the elevator, and I realize exactly what this is.
He’s not just the old man who raised him in isolation throwing me scrapshe’s my lure.
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks as the elevator doors open in front of us. He’s my lure, and it’s just like Hazel said in her interview. They already knew exactly what I’d need to be manipulated because Declan showed them. He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my fucking lure.
And then they’re going to train me the way they trained Sebastian until I’m not a person anymore to punish Declan and Luca.
I’m still a sucker. Because, once again, I was starved for too long and fell in love with the monster. Even Declan could see it. The sex, the small scraps of affection were enough to sate me. But they messed up because even though the playbook was handed to him, he isn’t built for this.
“So, are you staying here or ” I start awkwardly as he follows me into the hotel room. “I’m leaving with my sister at ten tomorrow.”
The door latches loudly behind him in the dark room. I reach for the light switch, but he stops me before I can flip it on.
“Teagan, I missed you,” he says, turning me to face him. “You’re right. I wasn’t worried about youI just wanted to see you.”
“Are you lying?” I ask, my eyes welling with tears.
“Why would I lie about that?”
“Because you’re my lure.”
Sebastian shakes his head. “No, I’m not, Teagan. You’re my lure.”
His lips find mine, his tongue twisting with my own while his hands explore my body, grasping my tits through my shirt and growling in frustration, biting my lip before breaking away to rip the shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I watch as he does the same with his own, my eyes running over the hard, scarred body of the man in front of me.
“I love you.”
He scoffs, shaking his head, and then shoves me into the wall. “Don’t”
“No,” I shout, shoving him back. “You don’t. Don’t hurt me, don’t call me names. Don’t tell me that you hate me. I love you. You’re not a thing or a monsternot to me. You’re a person, and I love you.” He stares back at me, silent, and I shrug. “No one ever taught me any better.”
“Teagan”
“I don’t expect you to say it back,” I tell him. “I know you can’t love me, but I can still love you.”
He pulls out a knife and takes a step closer.
“What? Now you’re going to kill me?” I laugh. “You hate the idea that there’s someone on this fucking planet who loves you that much?”
He reaches behind me with his other hand and unhooks my bra, using the knife to slide the straps from my shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.
“I’m not going to kill you,” he says, his voice calm, steady. “But you said I could do both, remember? Take off your shorts and lie down on the bed.”
I do as he asks, this time kicking off my heels before letting my shorts and panties drop to the floor. He watches, still and silent with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest, as I crawl onto the bed. The lights from outside reflect off the blade as I stretch out naked on the bed in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest.
And I stay like that for far too long, his eyes roving over my naked body until, finally, he moves, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between my legs.
My mind takes me back to the time Declan left me bloody on the bathroom floor, and I start to panic. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask.
“Just relax,” he says. He plants a fist beside my head, shifting his weight onto it before pressing the tip of the knife to the ‘D’ on my chest.
“Don’t!” I scream. “Sebastian, please, don’t ”
“Why not?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“Because I love them, too. It’s all I have left to remind me. Please don’t, Sebastian. It’ll hurt me too muchyou might as well kill me.”
I wait with bated breath while he considers it, exhaling when he finally pulls the knife away, lowering it instead to the space just to the left of my right hip. Relieved, I slowly exhale through my mouth, staring up at the ceiling.
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