Page 116 of Pretty Poisoned

Luca snatches it from my hand before I can finish the sentence.

"Oh…shit," he says. "Shit…"

While he's distracted, I go for the door, but I'm not quick enough. He drops the phone, then grabs me by the hair and slams it shut.

"Declan!" I shout, hoping he can hear me. "Let me go! Don't hurt me, please."

He throws me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, his legs on top of my thighs while he holds my wrists against the bed, effectively immobilizing me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Teagan," he says. "I love you. Just listen to me."

"You're hurting me right now! Let me go, and I'll listen to you!"

"I don't believe you—so no—fuck that! Teagan," his voice is softer this time, "tell me it's okay and that you still love me. Please?"

He leans in and kisses me on the mouth; I turn my head to the side, and he trails kisses up my jaw.

"Stop…"

"Please, Teagan."

Behind him, the door opens, and Declan walks into the room.

"We have a fucking problem," Declan says.

"I'm aware," Luca says.

"She saw it?" Declan asks.

"Yep."

Declan sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. "Teagan…"

"Get him off of me!"

"Let go of her," Declan says.

Luca releases my wrists and climbs off of my body, and I sit up quickly. Tears well in my eyes.

"Don't do that to me!" I yell, punching him in the back.

Luca looks at me, his eyes filled with rage. Arms circle my waist and pull me away from him.

"Not fucking smart, Teag," Declan says. "You need to calm down."

"Me!?"

"Yes, you," he says.

"It's fine," Luca says. "I'm not worried about Teagan's teeny tiny baby fists. Feels kind of good, actually."

"What are you even trying to do, huh? What are you even upset about?" Declan asks.

"What? I—"

"Teagan, I warned you," Declan says. "You didn't care. You know who he is, and you knowwhathe is. He did it to you, didn't he?"

"Not exactly—"

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