Page 108 of Pretty Poisoned

"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.

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 bathroom—that 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 beforepulling 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.

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