Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
She rubs River’s back as she guides her over to the couch. “What happened?” Hazel asks her. “Tell me everything.”
I stay there in the doorway for a few minutes, watching them, before I realize I’m not wanted here right now. I did thisit’s my fault. I don’t deserve comfort.
Lowering my gaze, I walk back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I crawl under the covers and replay the scene over and over again in my head until I fall asleep.
Ifeel warm skin against my back and lean into it, assuming in my sleep-induced haze it must be Luca. I reach for him, forgetting everything that happened until I run my hands over Declan’s smooth jawline instead of Luca’s stubble and then through his shorter, silkier dark hair.
I remember why it’s not Luca. Luca got shot. And I
“Hey, kitten,” he whispers into my ear.
I quickly turn over to face him. “Where’s Luca? Is he”
“He’s fine,” he says. “He’s back, and he’s sleeping. He’s going to have to have his arm in a sling whenever he’s out of the public eyeand wear a fucking shirt on stagebut he’ll be fine.”
“River thinks I’m a freak,” I tell him. “She doesn’t like me anymore.”
“No, that’s not true,” he says. He twirls one of my curls around his finger. “She was just scaredthat’s all.”
“It is true,” I cry. “I am a freak. I’m fucked up. I I need help. I murdered someone.”
“Hey. Look at me right now, Teagan.”
I wipe the tears away from my eyes and look into his.
“Are you looking?”
Sniffling, I nod. “Yes.”
“See the way I see you, Teagan. You are not a freakyou are fucking perfect and exactly the way you are supposed to be, do you hear me? You are not fucked up. You did what you had to do in that moment, and then you did what you could just because you could do it and no one could stop you. And there isn’t a damn thing wrong with that. That is fucking beautiful. It’s fucking poetry.”
“It is?”
“Of course it is,” he says. “You know it is.” He moves on top of me, brushing my curls away from my wet cheeks. “It’s okay that you liked itand from the looks of it, you really liked it.”
“I didn’t I don’t ”
“You’re supposed to like it, Teagan. The power all that blood ” He shifts between my legs, and I feel him rock hard against me. “I’m going to tell you a secret,” he says. “I killed my stepmom for what she did to Luca. I cut her up just like you did to that girluntil her torso looked like ground beef. And I loved every fucking second of it. I loved it so much that I knew I could never do it again because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I knew there was power in the blood; I was raised in this. But I didn’t really understand it until that moment. And I think you know that, too, now, don’t you?”
“I think I’ve known for a while,” I say.
“The closest I’ve ever gotten to that feeling is when Layla slit her throat ” He pauses, and, sitting up on his knees, pulls that ridiculous fucking t-shirt over my head, then places his hand over the ‘D’ on my chest. “And this. You can’t do it again, though, Teagannot unless you have toor you’ll lose yourself. And you’re going to want to.”
“You’re wrong. I don’t want to, Declan. I don’t want to hurt people.”
“But it feels good when you do, doesn’t it? Especially when they deserve itwhen it’s revenge.”
I almost argue that I don’t know what he’s talking about, but then I think about the girls who tormented me in school and the way I got them back. I think about how much I enjoyed ithow I’d laugh. I did feel powerful. I’d do it again and again if I could.
I felt powerful when I killed Heidi’s sister, too.
“Yes.” It comes out barely a whisper. “It does.”
He pulls my shorts down my legs and tosses them onto the floor before leaning over and grabbing something from the bedside table. Even in the dark, I can see his thick cock straining against his boxer briefs.
Given the circumstances, maybe I shouldn’t want it so badly right now. But if I’m completely honest, my pussy has been soaked since he told me he stabbed his stepmom until she looked like ground beef.
Declan flips open my knife, turning it in the moonlight. “See? Good as new. Do you trust me now, Teagan?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
He presses the flat side of the blade against my chest, slowly trailing it along my collarbone, then between and under my breasts and down below my waist, leaving paper-thin cuts along the way.
“You’re so pretty, Teagan; you’re so perfect,” he says, pushing his boxers down his thighs. “I’ve looked everywhere for someone exactly like you.”
He brings my legs over his shoulders and, bracing himself with his forearms, slowly pushes his cock into me, stretching me as he feeds it to me inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.
And then he pulls out just as slowlyall the way outbefore pushing into me again.
Arching my back and squirming beneath him, desperate for more, I moan. “Declan please ”
“Don’t be greedy, Teagan,” he says, holding the knife to my throat. “Just relax. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your tight little pussy? I’m going to take my time with it.”
Biting his lower lip, he continues to fuck me slowly. I close my eyes and do my best to be good like he wants, but it’s impossible. It’s heaven and hell at the same timethe way he fills me, the head of his cock running over my g-spot but far too slowly. I curl my toes and wriggle my hips against him as he moves inside of me, hoping to break the control he has or, at the very least, increase the pressure against my clit.
The way I’m whimpering with each torturous thrust sounds like crying, and I almost want to. My eyes run down his body, away from the way he’s biting his lip as sweat gleams on his forehead, down to his abs, and the way they flex as he drives into me.
It doesn’t help, either.
“Declan ” I close my eyes and let my head drop to the side, feeling the knife dig into my throat when I do.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you, kitten,” he says.
I groan before turning back to him and opening my eyes, finding his in the dark.
“Fuck,” he groans, setting the knife to the side. “Grab your ankles, Teagan.”
Bringing my knees into my body, I grab my ankles and hold them out above my head. Instantly, he lowers his body and sinks into me, pumping his cock into me faster, and I finally get that extra pressure I was desperate for while he licks blood from my neck and along my jaw.
“Oh, god,” I moan. “Oh, god, I’m going to come like this.”
“Tell me that you missed me again,” he rasps against my neck.
“I missed you,” I tell him. “I missed getting fucked by you. I missed the way you taste. I missed being your kitten. I need you.”
He runs his hand over my face and then into my hair, grabbing a fist full near the roots before bringing his bloodstained lips to mine, thrusting into me hard and fast.
His tongue tastes of iron and a bit like whiskey when it slips past my lips. It’s a heady combination while I’m on the brink of orgasm, and since I’m still holding my ankles and desperate to touch more of him somehow, I have to fight myself not to lose control and sink my teeth into him as his tongue twists with my own.
I know he wouldn’t like that.
My teeth graze his lip, and I quickly move my head to the side to keep myself from breaking his rules.
“Declan!” I scream, releasing the hold on my ankles and digging them into his back. My fingers, now without any nails, dig into his back. “Oh, fuck fuck me!”
His thrusts are merciless now. I groan as he slams into me over and over while I come all over him.
“Oh, fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he says. “My little kitten, covered in blood and shaking all over, while her pussy squeezes my dick.”
“It feels so good,” I whimper. “Oh my god ”
I come so hardI’m such a mess of physical bliss and emotionally overwhelmedtears run down my face. Leaning down, Declan licks them from my cheeks.
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