Page 91 of Pretty Poisoned

"You like being a little slut, too, don't you, Teagan?" Declan says.

But I can't form words. All I can do is lie back and take each brutal thrust of his hips as he drives himself into me, hitting me just right. Arching my back, I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as I bite my lower lip.

"She's about to come," Luca says. "Look at her."

"Look at me, Teagan," Declan says.

No,I think but don't say. I turn to the side instead, burying my face into Luca's thigh.

"You better listen to him, angel," Luca tells me, pulling my legs wider.

"Oh my god!" I cry out, forcing myself to look at him. "I can't…I can't…"

I can't take it. That's what I'm thinking. I can't take it. Each thrust of his hips, each time he fucks into me feels so fucking delicious I can't move, I can't think—not about anything but how fucking good it feels. My eyes run down his body to where ours meet, watching him pump in and out of me.

My head falls back as my legs start to shake.

"Get it right this time," Declan says. "Who's dick are you coming on?"

"Fuck! Declan!" I scream before I come for him a second time, writhing against their hold while my body convulses around him.

He throws my leg over his shoulder and bears down, groaning as he pumps into me in short, erratic bursts.

With a hand against my cheek, his dark eyes look into mine—past them even—in a way that's almost terrifying, and I avert my own. Sweat drips from his hair as he grits his teeth.

"Oh, fuck," he moans, his cock jumping inside me when he finally fills me with his cum.

And when his body stills, he pulls out, and then kisses me—I realize—for the first time ever, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucks on that lip, caressing the side of my face with his hand.

"I've wanted this for so long, Teagan," he whispers. "You're so perfect. Teagan? Let me see your eyes."

But I ignore it, keeping mine closed. He sits back in his seat with a sigh.

"Teagan," Luca calls. I look to him instead. "You did so good, baby. Come here."

I sit up, and he leans across the limo, opens the mini fridge, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He takes a long pull before handing it to me. I lean back, naked and bloody, and do the same. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me, pulling me under him. His mouth devours mine while he works his cock free of his pants.

Oh shit. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.

"Ahh!" I cry out when he pushes into me.

"Is your pussy sore, Teagan?" Luca asks.

"Yes," I whimper.

Declan moves over to the other side of the car. I turn my head and see him watching me—looking me directly in the eyes—with both his pants and his shirt open, his arm draped across the back of the seat.

"Do you want me to go easy on you, baby?" he asks.

I quickly look away from Declan. "No," I tell Luca. I pull his shirt open, sending buttons flying, and pull it down his arms.

"Well, fuck. Okay."

I don't know how much of it is me and how much is the drugs, but I feel this weird need to show Declan why Luca is the one I trust and why he's the one I cling to when I'm scared.

Declan says he'll give me whatever I want, but I know that's not true. I dig my nails into Luca's shoulder blades and drag them down his tattooed back hard enough to draw blood.

"Ah, fuck!" he grits. "Fuck, Teagan. You fucking brat."

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