Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
Of course, there is the context. Blood soaked into the soil merely thirty feet away from me. We burned our clothes in that fire last night.
And that clearing by the waterfallthat place where I went to escape, to find peacewell, there’s a body there now.
Everyone keeps telling me to put those things out of my mind, to set aside society’s preconceived notions about right and wrong, and just feel, but isn’t that dangerous? Won’t it make me less human?
Cold, heavy droplets of rain begin to fall from the sky just as music fills the mansion’s first floor. I hear cars pulling up in the driveway around front and voices from inside. It’s when they start to make their way outside and a couple of them, naked, slip into the hot tub that I decide to get out.
I wrap my towel around my body and step into the kitchen.
“Teagan.”
I turn and see Declan leaning against the counter.
“We’re going to have that talk now.”
He strides toward me then grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark formal dining room, closing and locking the double doors behind us.
“I won’t say anything.”
“I know you won’t,” he says.
“You know, this would also be a really messy place to kill me,” I tell him.
“Eh, not really,” he says. “These floors aren’t porous, and I’m not attached to that rug.”
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
“You fucked my brother,” he says. “I told you not to fuck him. Now, I have to punish you because you don’t fucking listen.”
“What? But I didn’t”
He grabs me by my hair and pins my head to the table.
“He won’t like it if you hurt me,” I tell him.
“I don’t think he’ll mind,” he says.
With his other hand, he shows me his knife. “Don’t you fucking move. Got it?”
“What are you what are you going to do?”
His hands rest on my hips, and I hold my breath. It feels like he stays like that for minutes before he loops his fingers into the sides of my bikini bottoms and pulls them down my legs.
“Declan, no. Please don’t! I didn’t”
I don’t get to finish before I hear the smack. I cry out as my ass cheek burns.
Did he just spank me?
“Ah!” I yell as his hand comes down again.
And again and again and again. Maybe fifteen times. I scream and grip the table hard in my hands, tears running down my cheeks.
When he stops, he leans over me, and I don’t move.
“Now, we’ve both made you scream and cry, Teagan,” he says.
He shows me his knife again; this time, he’s holding onto the blade. Then, he runs the handle up my arm and down my spine. I gasp when I feel it run down my ass crack.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he says. “I’m so disappointed. I wanted so much more from you, and now I have to make you go. Do you have any idea how hard that is for me?”
He leans in, and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s smelling my hair.
And then he shoves the handle inside my pussy. And I moan. I fucking moan.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, pulling it out. “Look at thatyou’re soaking wet.”
He stabs the knife into the table next to my head.
“Get out,” he says.
I sit up, scrambling backward, then bend down, grab my bottoms from around my ankles, and pull them back over me.
“Declan ” I start, even though I’m not sure how I’m going to finish the sentence.
“Now!”
I turn and unlock the double doors, then walk into a scene similar to the one a couple of nights ago. I scan the room and find Luca leaning against a back wall, talking to people I don’t recognize.
I push through the crowd until I get to him and fall into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. Maybe he’s insane, but he’s beautiful and he’s warm and he smells good. And he feels really good right now.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I tell him softly. “Luca?”
“What do you need?” he asks, running his hands through my hair.
“Will you come to bed with me?”
He smiles. “Yeah, I’ll go to bed with you, Teagan.”
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Be gentle with me,” I tell him. “I’m hurt.”
“Did my brother beat your ass, baby?”
Shocked, I can only nod. He just smiles, then kisses me. “I’ll be careful,” he says.
“You can fuck me, you can cut me, you can come wherever you want, but I’m not sleeping in fucking handcuffs. Okay?”
“Well, fuck. Okay.” He narrows his eyes at me. “What about awake in handcuffs?”
“No. Maybe someday. When I feel like I can trust you to take them off.”
“Deal,” he says.
He kisses me again, then carries me up to his room and kicks the door closed behind us.
Iset my coffee on the kitchen table and slide into Luca’s lap. He wraps his arms around me, and I reach back, threading my fingers into his hairstill wet from the shower like my ownand use it to bring his mouth to mine.
“Well, that’s different,” River says.
She and Hazel are making breakfast; everyone else is seated at the table or around the barBrady, Rhett, Alana, even Eli, a couple of extras I haven’t seen before. But not Declan not that it matters. I’m lost in the mouth of the tattooed rock god who’s already growing hard again under my ass, running his hands over me while he teases me with his tongue.
“I licked her into submission,” Luca says.
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