Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“You like that, angel?” Luca asks.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“You feel fucking amazing,” Declan groans. Taking my affirmation as permission, he picks up the pace. “You’re doing so good, Teagan.”
“Oh, god!” I cry out.
“I told you she was a good girl,” Luca says.
I feel cold metal against my skin before Declan leans in, whispering into my ear, “Will you bleed for me now, Teagan?”
“Yes ” I whimper.
“Take the knife, sweetheart. Do it to yourself.”
I reach back and wrap my fingers around the handle, then I drag it across the base of my throat, near my jugular, just enough to make it bleed. I drop the knife as Declan wraps his arms tightly around the front of my body and presses his mouth to the cut, licking and sucking while he pumps into me from behind.
“Declan ” I moan, reaching behind me and wrapping my arm around his neck. “Harder.”
It comes out barely a whisper.
“What did you say?” Declan asks.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” I tell him a little louder.
He pulls my hair back, capturing my lips with his bloody mouth before he thrusts his hips into me harder and faster than before. I grit my teeth together as I cry out.
“How’s this?” he asks.
“That feels good,” I say.
“Stick out your tongue, Teag,” Luca groans.
I stick out my tongue, and he puts two fingers in my mouth. “Suck,” he says. “Get them nice and wet.”
After he pulls them out, he moves those two fingers between my legs, using them to rub my clit while they fuck me.
It helps. I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel another orgasm building.
“Fuck,” Luca groans. “I’m about to come.”
“Me too,” I tell him. “Don’t stop touching me.”
His fingers on my clit send me back over the edge, my legs shaking, shivers running up my spine as I come with both of them inside me. Luca comes next, pulling at my hair until I lie flat against his chest.
With his cock still buried inside me, he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him while his brother thrusts into my ass in shorter, quicker bursts.
I shudder. “Declan ”
“Almost there, sweetheart,” Declan groans. “Oh, fuck ”
He pumps his cock into me a few more times before he grips my shoulders and empties himself inside of me.
When he pulls out, I roll off of Luca and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m proud of you, Teagan,” Luca says. He leans over and kisses me on the forehead.
Declan stretches across the bed on my other side, throws an arm over my waist, and runs his fingers through my messy sex hair. Without thinking about it, I turn onto my side and curl into him.
“Where’s all that attitude, Teagan?” Declan asks.
I don’t answer.
“You’re soft now, aren’t you? Like a kitten,” he adds.
“I told you she was sweet,” Luca says, resting his hand on my hip.
“I could hold you like this forever,” Declan says softly.
And as for me, I can’t move. So maybe we’ll be stuck like this forever. I let my heavy eyes close and fall asleep.
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It’s just Luca and myself in the bed when I open my eyes.
The sunlight is just barely visible on the horizon through the glass doors leading out to the balcony; I didn’t notice what time it was when we got back or when we went to bed, but I don’t think I’ve been sleeping for long. I hear the shower running in the bathroomthat must be where Declan is. He walks out in one of those white hotel robes, then steps into a pair of sweatpants and puts on his glasses. He shuffles through some things on his desk for a minute and then walks out onto the balcony.
He sits in a chair, lights a cigarette, and brings it to his mouth. I watch the smoke billow from his lips for a minute before pulling myself out of bed. I grab a t-shirt draped over the chair, pull it on, and step outside.
“Can I have one?” I ask.
“Last one,” he says. “I’ll share it with you, though. But you have to come over here and curl up in my lap like a kitten.”
“Um I’m sticky,” I tell him.
“I’m okay with that,” he says.
I cross the balcony, sit in his lap, and he hands me the cigarette. I take a drag and then hand it back to him.
He points to his collarbone. “Right here.”
I rest my head against the spot just under his chin, and he says, “See how well you fit there, kitten?”
I can only nod, and he passes me the cigarette again.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says.
“Yeah sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I like it, it’s just how are you feeling?” he asks.
“My head feels like it’s going to explode. I think I might throw up. My body hurts.”
He puts the cigarette out and wraps his arms around me.
“I’ll give you something for that. And we can sleep all day. How does that sound?”
“That sounds really good,” I tell him.
“Okay,” he says.
He stands with me still in his arms; it takes me by surprise, and I scream.
“Oh, god! Don’t drop me!” I say, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
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