Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Not listening the first time,” he says. “You said you trusted me.”
His hand comes down on me again. And again. And again.
Each is harder than the one before, and each time, my pussy clenches.
And when I don’t think I can take it anymore, he finally thrusts his cock inside of me. He doesn’t take his time savoring it the way he did before. He’s savage and unforgiving in the way he takes me, grunting as he fucks me raw. The sound of his skin against mine as his hips slam into me is almost as loud as my screams.
“Declan!” I scream as I start to come apart. “Yes! Oh my god!”
“Say it again,” he groans.
“I love you,” I tell him. “I fucking love you. And I love getting fucked by you. It’s so fuck!”
I explode, lifting onto my toes as the waves crash over me. I pulse around his cock until my body goes limp on the edge of the mattress.
He stills inside me as the aftershocks roll through me, filling me with cum again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Teagan,” he says. “You’ll never have to worry about anything again I promise. I can protect you from the rest of the world. You can have anything you want.”
“Anything?” I ask, breath heaving.
“Anything,” he repeats. “All you have to do is ask.”
He leans in and kisses me, and I reach for him, tracing the bloody ‘T’ carved into his chest before bringing the fingertips to my mouth and sucking them clean.
“The sun’s up,” I tell him.
“Yeah. We’ll need to leave soon. Come onwe need to shower. You have to help me clean this up.”
But what is all of thiseverything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hoursgoing to look like in the light of day?
“I love you, Teagan,” Declan says as he makes his way toward the bathroom. And maybe he knows me well enough that he can read my mind by now because before he turns the corner, he adds, “You have nothing to worry about. Everything is okay.”
Okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
I’m alone when I awake later that morning. Light leaks through the tiny space where the blackout curtains don’t quite touch in the otherwise dark room. Lying on my stomach, I stretch my arms above my head, running my hands over the smooth, white, bloodstained sheets, savoring how it feels in contrast to my sore, aching body.
I’m hungover in every sense of the word. Mind, body, and spiritthey’ve all been abused in new, unfamiliar ways.
It was too intimate. Every moment of it was painfully intimate, and that’s a pain I haven’t felt before. I’m still not quite sure I like it; I’m not used to it. It doesn’t quite feel real when the images flash in my mind, but the evidence is laid out in front of me, written in crimson and white.
My cheeks flush red to match when I hear Declan’s voice coming from the main room. I think I’ll stay hereI need a moment, an hour, as long as he’ll allow me to gather myself before I leave this room.
But then I hear Luca’s voice, and my heart fucking explodes. I pull myself out of bed, throw on that stupid fucking t-shirt, and head through the door. He doesn’t see me yet.
An involuntary smile spreads across my face.
“‘Try this cocaine,’ he said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ he said,” I mock.
He turns to me and smiles. “There’s my angel.”
Before I can think better of it, I jump into his lap, throwing my arms around him.
“Ah! Fuck. Easy, baby.”
“I’m sorry!” I tell him, jumping back. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he says. “Hug me on my good side.”
“I’m so fucking happy to see you,” I say, hugging him on his right sidethe good side. I bury my face in his neck and one hand in his hair, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathe him in. After all of that, he still smells like him. I could bathe in itI could drown in it, and I don’t think it would kill me. I simply wouldn’t need air anymore. I’d exist in this semi-animate state of lovesick bliss, waiting for the effects to wear off, hoping they never would.
And they never fucking will. Not now, anyway. We’ve marked each other in ways that don’t come off, and now, that includes Declan, too. My hands are forever bloodied by the Gods of Tomorrow, and to me, they’re just that because my fate will always be theirs to decide.
They own me in every way that matters. I’d be completely and utterly terrified at the prospect if it weren’t for my far-too-lonely, long-starved heart insisting they belong to me, too.
Declan sits beside me on the other side of the couch, placing a hand on my back, and my stomach flips.
“Kitten?”
“Hmm?”
“We need to get on the road, okay? You two go get your things.”
“Okay,” I tell him. I force my eyes open and pull away from Luca, then wrap my body around Declan the same way.
Tighter, even. Partly because he doesn’t have a bad side with a bullet hole, but partly because I’m still worried that he’ll disappear if I don’t.
And I’m worried he’ll disappear if I do.
“Your heart is racing, Teagan,” he says. “What’s got my kitten so worried? I told you it would all be okay; I made it go away, didn’t I?”
I know that. I just don’t want him to go away, too. I slip my hand inside his shirt, feeling around for the bandage on his chest, just to make sure it was all real.
“Ah, I see,” Declan says. “You don’t need to worry about that, either. I promise.”
He whispers the last part, nuzzling his cheek against mine before tilting my chin up and kissing me.
Now this. This is a drug.
My drug of choice.
It turns out I didn’t get to pick my poison. And I can see now why Luca, a man of many poisons, had been starving for it.
“I need to make some calls,” Declan says. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
He sets me down on Luca’s lap and disappears into the bedroom.
“Is there something going on?” I ask Luca.
“Eli left,” Luca says. “For good. He quit the band, left super early this morning.”
“What’s Declan going to do?” I ask.
“Try to find someone else to fill in for these last two shows,” he says, pulling both of us to our feet. He takes my hand and we walk toward the doorway. “And then hire someone else over the summer. It’s not that big of a deal. Eli knows better than to talk, and bands cycle in new members all the time. What the fuck are you wearing?”
“Your friends gave me this,” I tell him as we step into the hallway.
Right in front of River and Hazel.
“Oh hey, Riv,” I say. “You look ”
Sick. She looks sick. Her skin is grey, her expression sullen. The bags under her lifeless blue eyes are dark and heavy. I doubt she slept at all.
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