Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he says. “I’m going to get you a real drink now. We’ll be out of here soon. Don’t let go of me, okay?”
We walk over to a bar, and my eyes roam the room while he orders us drinks.
That’s a mistake.
Everyone is dressed like we are; several of them are splattered in bloodeither on the front of their clothes or dripping from their mouths. But even more disturbing, still, are the ones moving through the room in dark hoods, wearing those gold masks with gold mouths stretched into impossibly large smiles.
They’re bone-chilling.
I’m not sure who they are or what they mean, but I think there’s a hierarchy here. Luca snapped at the masked man at the door when he questioned him about me.
I get the feeling they’re the ones who get their hands dirty.
Two of them pass me now carrying a naked woman, covered in blood, by her shoulders and feet.
“What happened to her?” I ask Luca quietly.
“I told you to keep your fucking head down, Teagan,” Luca says. He grabs me by my hair and forces my head down.
“Luca, don’t,” I whimper.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Justlisten to me, Teagan. For fuck’s sake. Take your drink.”
He thrusts a glass into my hand and guides me to a back corner of the room. “Drink it all, baby. You need it,” he says. “Whatever happened to the other womanthat was an accident. It happens sometimes; it isn’t our problem.”
“Well, does it happen to you?”
“No,” he says. “I’ve never killed anyone; I told you that. Shit.”
“What?”
“There are some people coming over here that I’m going to have to talk to. Don’t look at them and don’t say anything.”
Luca maintains a tight grip on my waist, and I cast my eyes downward, sipping my drink while he speaks to two men about things I don’t quite understand. Then, they ask him about his father, the business, and the band; more feet surround us, and more voices join in. I don’t look up; no one asks who I am or what I’m doing again. My arms are so heavy now that I can barely keep ahold of my glassit takes all my focus not to drop it.
Fuck, am I going to be in trouble if I drop it?
The conversation must end, because Luca is guiding me toward the exit.
“Are we leaving now?” I ask him once we reach the hallway.
“Fuck yes, we’re leaving. Thank fucking god.”
We walk back out through the front door to where the car waits. Luca practically rips the door open and throws me inside before climbing in next to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, panicked.
“I’m not sure,” I tell him. “I think I’m high.”
He smiles and kisses me on the mouth. “That’s okay,” he says. “I can work with that.”
“I don’t understand why. Who was she? Who are they?”
“I told you she would be fine,” Declan says, his voice startling me.
“Shut the fuck up,” Luca says.
“Who she was doesn’t really matter. She was acquired for a purpose.”
“What purpose?”
“Power,” Declan says. “I told you about the energy; I know you’ve felt it. You thought you were drugged.”
As the car pulls away, Luca ties the blindfold over my eyes again, sending me back into the dark.
“Well, this time, I know I was drugged.”
“And entertainment,” Declan adds. “They’re bored, Teagan. If you had all the money in the world and could do whatever you wanted, you’d get bored, too.”
“And do you guys get bored like that, too?” I ask.
Luca says he’s never killed anyone, but I know Declan can’t say the same. What would happen if they got bored with me? Are there more missing girls?
It’s Luca who answers. “We don’t fuck with them unless we have to.”
It doesn’t really answer my question.
He pulls me into him, my back against his chest, and his hands roam over my bodydown my neck, over my tits and stomach, down to my thighs, and back up again. “The less you know, the safer you are.”
“But they know all about you now, Teagan,” Declan adds. “And if you ever tell anyone about this, there won’t be anything I can do to save you. Remember that.”
What?
Before I can formulate a response, I feel Luca’s hot breath against my neck, and he whispers into my ear, “You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
He trails kisses up my neck until his mouth closes around my earlobe, and he pulls it through his teeth.
“You hurt me,” I tell him breathlessly. “And you yelled at me.”
“Only a little bit,” he says.
Luca wraps a hand around the base of my throat, tilting my head back while he licks and sucks on the space right below my jawbone. I squirm in my seatwet and horny as fuck.
“Take off your panties,” he whispers.
“I’m not wearing any,” I tell him.
“Even better,” he says.
He pushes my dress up around my waist and spreads my thighs with one hand. My cheeks flush red, and, unsure how much Declan can see or how exposed I am, I attempt to squeeze them shut, but his hand stops me. His fingers roll over my clit, and I moan, letting them fall open again.
“There you go,” Luca says. “Just relax. I know it feels good; I can hear how wet you are.”
He holds me in place with a hand wrapped around my throat while he fucks me with his fingers, slipping them in and out of me while I squirm against him. His cock is hard against my ass when I press into him, and he groans into my neck.
And Declan is watching; he has to be. I wonder if he’s stroking his dick, too. I picture him leaning back in the seat, his legs spread wide, watching me with hungry eyes while fisting his hard cock. The mental image makes me moan again as Luca works my pussy with his fingers.
“Oh my god ”
“That’s it, baby,” Luca says. “Just lie back and relax. You’ve earned it.”
Those wet fingers slide out of me and go back to working my clit, rolling over me quickly, the pressure bringing me to the edge. I dig my nails into his thighs.
“Luca ” I whimper. “Don’t stop ”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
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