Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
I look up at him with his cock in my mouth and nod.
“If you ever try and run from me again, I’ll make sure you never see daylight,” he says, pumping into my mouth. “I’ll keep you locked up, and you’ll be my little fucktoy. Oh fuck,” he moans, holding me in place while he coats the back of my throat with cum. When he’s finally empty, he pulls out of my mouth, and I swallow and try to catch my breath. I wipe my chin and mouth with my sleeve, then pull myself up and take a step back.
“Hey are you okay?” he asks. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”
“No,” I tell him. “I’m okay.”
“Good. I’m sorry I scared you, Teagan.”
He kisses me on the mouth, then pulls me into his chest. Confused, I wrap my arms around him.
“But don’t do that to me again,” he says, then kisses the top of my head. “Promise me you won’t try to leave me.”
“I won’t I promise.”
He sighs. “Okay. Let’s go.”
He takes my hand, and we walk the rest of the way to the house like that. When we get to the backyard, he says, “We need to burn our clothes.”
I follow him to the firepit and strip down to my underwear like he does, crossing my arms in front of my bare chest as if that’s going to do anything to keep me warm. Luca gathers our clothes and tosses them into the fire. Then, he grabs a container of lighter fluid, adds it to the flames, and we watch it shoot up in front of us.
Once it settles, he turns to me and smirks. “You’re not going to like this.”
“I’m not going to like what?”
He nods towards the house. “Come on.”
I follow him, but not to the back dooraround the side of the house instead. He stops next to a hose and turns the dial on the spigot.
I shake my head. “No.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Declan told me to.”
“Luca, please, I’m”
He squeezes the garden hose nozzle, and I scream when the ice-cold water hits my skin, taking my breath away.
“Stop!” I yell. “Please! It hurts!”
Eventually, he does stop, and I stand there, chilled to the bone, and watch as he does the same to himself before shutting off the water. He flashes me a smile. “Now we can go in,” he says.
“I don’t th-th-think I can m-move,” I tell him, teeth chattering.
He sighs, then lifts me into his arms. I fold my body into his as much as I can in a shitty attempt to get warm.
“You know, I kind of like you like this,” he says as we step inside. “Is that terrible?”
“Y-y-yes.”
He laughs like I’m joking, and we pass River and Hazel in the living room.
“What the fuck is going on?” River asks.
“Nothing,” Luca says. “Go to bed.”
“Fuck that,” Hazel says. “Tell us what’s going on now, Luca!”
“Declan will talk to you about it in the morning,” he says as he ascends the staircase. “Good night.”
“Luca, wait!” River calls out. “Is she okay?”
“She’ll be fine; I just need to get her into the shower.”
“Well, let us help you.”
“No. Leave us alone.”
“Luca, don’t hurt her!”
“I’m not going to fucking hurt her, River. Go to bed. It’s what Declan wants.”
We continue down the hallway to what I assume must be his bedroom and then to his bathroom. He sets me down on the toilet and turns on a shower like the one in Layla’s room. Once it feels warm against his skin, he removes his wet underwear, then pulls me to my feet and slides mine down my legs, too. I step out of them, and he ushers me into the shower first.
“Ahh!” I scream. “It’s burning me!”
He steps into the water and sucks in a breath through his teeth. “It’s not,” he says. “It’s not burning youyou just think it is because you’re so cold. Give it a minute, breathe through it.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I grimace under the painful spray. He holds my naked body against his own, brushing my wet hair away from my face with his fingers.
Eventually, it stops hurting like he said it would, and I sigh with relief.
“See?” he says. “What’d I tell you? You’re okay, Teagan.”
He grabs a loofa and, without saying anything else, he washes me and then himself. I wonder if shock is finally setting in because I just stand there and let him, barely able to move or speak. And it doesn’t even feel sexual. It feels loving. Like he’s trying to care for me.
He wraps a towel around his waist and then grabs another for me, wringing my hair out before patting me dry. I wrap the towel around my body and he guides me back into the dark bedroom. I’m about to ask him for something to wear when he comes up behind me and pulls the towel from my body.
He presses his body against the back of mine, and I feel him hard against my ass. He leans down, kissing my neck, running his hands over the front of my body, over my breasts and my nipples.
“Luca what are you doing?” I ask.
I know the answer, but surely, he isn’t going to try and fuck me now, right?
One hand trails down my stomach, settling between my thighs, and he starts to rub my clit. “Shhh,” he says. “I just want to hear you scream a few more times, and then I’ll let you go to bed, okay?”
He forces my face down into the bed, then kicks my legs apart with his feet. He pushes his cock inside me slowly, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. All of my limbs go limp from a mix of pleasure and pain. “Luca ”
“Jesus,” he groans, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in. “Fuck, you’re just as sweet and tight as I knew you would be.”
“Ah!”
He keeps the same slow rhythm for about a minute more, and I cry out every time he pushes back in.
“This might hurt your tight little pussy, Teagan,” he says, rolling his hips into me a little harder and a little faster, “but I can’t fucking take it anymore.”
He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, using them for leverage as he fucks into me. I scream, just like he wanted, as he viciously slams into me, the sound of skin against skin almost as loud as my cries.
And it hurts. It hurts like he said it would. I wonder if he’s going to dislocate my shoulders. I wonder if he could actually tear me in half with his giant cock like he said he would.
“I know, baby,” he says. “You’re doing so good. You’re being such a good girl for me, Teagan.”
He groans loudly and kicks my legs further apart.
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