Page 35 of Pretty Poisoned

River pulls me in tighter and wraps one hand around the front of my throat, using it to turn my head to the side. Her full, soft lips meet mine, and I reach for her, threading a hand through her white-blonde hair and deepening the kiss. She moans into my mouth, her tongue tangled with my own. The hand on my stomach roams again, pulling my t-shirt from where I'd tucked it into my skirt. Fingertips run across the front of my stomach before slowly dipping down below the waistband of the skirt and into my underwear.

I whimper against her mouth when those fingers finally glide over my wet clit, my hips rising to meet her.

"God, she's so wet, Luca," River says. She dips a finger inside my pussy. "Can you hear it? And so soft and tight. I bet she'd feel so good wrapped around your cock."

Her words pull another moan from the back of my throat. I feel her smile against my neck before moving another finger inside me. As she pulls my earlobe into her mouth, I spread my legs wider, giving her better access. I finally meet Luca's eyes and watch as he licks his lips and tightens his death grip on the back of the couch.

"Take her clothes off," he says.

His tone is deeper, more even and controlled than I've ever heard it. His eyes are anything but.

River's hand leaves my body, and I gasp at the loss. I half-turn toward her and see a knife in her hand. She extends it to Hazel, who grabs it, moving from Luca's lap to sit between my open legs.

She kneels over me, brings the knife to my throat, and grips the collar of my shirt in her fist.

I try to move my arms and realize they're pinned to my sides.

"What…what are you doing?" I ask.

Hazel smiles, pulling the shirt collar taut before dragging the knife down the middle and slicing it open. It falls on either side of my body, and she looks down at my black lace bra.

"This is pretty," Hazel says. She runs the knife up my sternum, slipping it between my skin and the thin lace fabric. "I'm almost sorry to do this, but I want to see your tits, too."

She pulls up, and the knife tears through the fabric. I yelp in pain when it does, and when I look down, I see bright red blood running down my chest.

"Oops," Hazel says. "I guess it's only fair, though—after the club the other night…when you watched me." She sets the knife on the table, then leans over me and kisses River on the mouth. "I'm sorry, baby. I know it must be killing you that I get to taste her first." She looks back over her shoulder at Luca, and so do I, remembering again that he's there watching. Now, he watches with hooded eyes, pumping his dick in his fist. "You, too," Hazel adds.

She dips her head down and begins licking up the blood trailing down my breasts and over my stomach, cleaning the area before moving to my nipples, swirling her tongue over one of the hard tips and sucking it into her mouth. River releases one of my arms and begins teasing the other nipple with her thumb.

"Your tits look so fucking hot covered in blood," River says into my ear. "And she's right; I am so fucking jealous right now."

"Hazel," Luca groans. "Touch me."

"Just a minute," Hazel says.

She sits up, then reaches under my skirt and pulls my thong down my legs and over my boots.

"Do you want to see her pussy?" she asks.

"Fuck yes," he says.

Hazel pushes my skirt up around my waist and spreads my thighs wide. "Look how pretty it is," she says, slipping her fingers inside me. "And she's dripping wet—look at that."

"Hazel, I'm about to throw you off the couch and tear her in half," Luca warns, his jaw flexing.

My pussy clenches, and she smiles when she notices. "I think she'd like that," she tells him, continuing to fuck me with her fingers. "But you need to calm down. This is part of your problem, you know." She turns back to me and says, "His dick is huge, but I don't think he'd really tear you in half. Tiny little things like you and Riv, though…it takes some getting used to. Right, Riv?"

"Well, he isn't gentle," River says. "The way it curves though…hits all the right spots."

"Oh, god," I moan, feeling my orgasm building.

"Hazel…" Luca warns.

She lowers her head and runs her tongue up and down my pussy.

"Ahh!" I cry out, squirming against her mouth. Her tongue ring rolls over my clit, back and forth, and it feels so fucking good. My stomach muscles tighten, and my legs start to shake. River runs her thumbs over my nipples while kissing that spot just behind my ear.

"I think she's about to come," River says. "Are you going to come, Teagan? She's really good, isn't she?"

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