Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Yeah?” I climb into his lap. “Make it something painful. Those are always the best ones.”
Luca picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. He pulls his shirt over his head, rummages through his suitcase for a minute, then sits at the edge of the bed. I take off my own top, kick off my shoes and step out of my jeans, and climb into his lap.
“I didn’t bring any handcuffs, but here,” he says. Holding the blade end, he extends a knife to me.
“Really?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
“Won’t it ruin your tattoos?”
“Nah, it’ll look good,” he says.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I smile. “Okay.”
I push him onto his back and straddle his waist. Then, I dig the tip of the knife into his skin, about two inches below his collarbone, and start on the vertical line for my ‘T.’ He groans and wraps his hand around my wrist.
“You’re going to have to push a little harder than that,” he says.
I begin dragging the knife again with his added pressure; blood pools in the wound, then runs down the side of his chest.
It makes me fucking feral. I can’t help it; I wriggle my hips against his hard cock while I finish the cut. He grabs my hip with his free hand.
“You better stop that, Teagan,” he says. “It’s going to be hard for you to make a straight line with my dick inside of you. Be professional.”
He thrusts against me, and I moan before leaning down and running my tongue over the cut. Cleaning the area is futile as blood continues to pool and spill from the wound. I close my eyes, relishing the taste of the warm, coppery liquid on my tongue. It’s powervitality, just like Declan said, and Luca gives his to me willingly. I realize I’ve been craving it for a while.
Luca shifts beneath me, but I’m so distracted that I don’t realize what he’s doing until I feel his erection against my opening, and he grabs me by the hips and pushes into me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
“I warned you,” he says. “Sit back and finish it.”
I sit up; a shiver runs up my spine when I sink down onto his cock.
“There you go, baby.”
I gasp, and he places the knife back into my hand. “Be a good girl and keep those hips still,” he says. “Make it look good.”
I brace myself with one hand and dig the tip of the knife in with the other, preparing to cross my ‘T.’
He grips my ass and pushes up into me.
“Ah!”
“Harder, baby,” he says. “Dig it in a little deeper like I showed you.”
I grit my teeth and add pressure; Luca hisses as I drag it across his skin. When I finish, I toss the knife onto the bed.
“Can I move now?” I whimper, wriggling against his hold. I’m pretty sure each of his fingertips will leave a mark.
He releases his grip, and I ride him hard.
Mine, I think as I work my pussy over him, watching the blood run over his chest. He’s mine.
I realize my own hands and my mouth are covered in blood, too. We’re going to make a fucking mess out of this bed.
“You feel so good, baby,” he says. “It’s a lot harder to cut through surface flesh than you think it would be, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whimper as I ride him.
“Imagine how much muscle it would take to bury that fucking blade all the way into someone’s chest the way my dick is inside your pussy.”
I can. I can imagine it.
“Luca ” I moan. “Oh, god ”
I ride him faster, and he lifts his hips off the bed, burying himself deeper.
“Oh my god I’m ”
“Are you gonna come, baby?”
“Yes!” I shout. “Oh fuck!” I sit back and come apart on his dick, shaking as he thrusts up into me. “Luca!”
Luca pulls me into him and flips us over, his cock still inside of me, and fucks into me while blood spills from the cut on his chest and drips onto my own.
He pins my hands above my head with his left hand and with his right, he holds the knife to my throat. It digs in just a little, and blood runs down my neck.
He groans as he thrusts into me, the blade at my neck still digging in, and his eyes lock onto mine. “You better not fucking leave me, Teagan.”
“I love you,” I tell him, my breath heaving. “I won’t.”
He drops the knife and brings his lips to that place on my throat and sucks while he comes inside me.
“I love you, too,” he says, resting his head on my chest. “We fucking ruined this bed, Teagan. They’re going to call the police when they see this.”
I run my bloody hands through his hair. “Yeah, we should leave a note or something.”
“We should take a shower,” he says. “You have to take care of me now.”
He gets out of bed, and I follow him out of the bathroom and into the shower. By the time we get out, it’s quiet outside the room again. After I clean and bandage the cut on his chest, I pull on one of his shirts, and we climb right back into those bloody sheets together.
“You look good in my clothes,” Luca says. “You can wear my cologne whenever you want, too, sweetheart.”
I feel my face flush. “Oh, god. You noticed that?”
“Don’t be embarrassed; I think it’s cute. I like smelling like you, too.”
“Okay,” I say softly. “I love you, Luca.”
“I love you, too. Good night, Teagan,” he says.
“Night.”
I snuggle up next to him and close my eyes, wholly content.
“Teag? Are you awake, baby?” he asks after a few minutes.
“Kind of.”
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