Page 146 of Pretty Poisoned

"Y-yes," I tell him.

I grip the comforter in my hands, push back against him, and come hard.

"You make such pretty sounds when you come, Teagan," River says, stroking my hair.

"Riv," Luca groans. "Get your ass over here—I'm going to come all over both of you."

River moves down the bed, lies on her back beside me, then pulls my mouth down to her own. I swirl my tongue with hers,letting her taste herself on me until Luca pulls out and turns me onto my back. He kneels over us, pumping his dick in his fist, groaning as hot cum covers both of our chests. River leans in, licking some from my nipple while he finishes.

"Fuck," he says before collapsing between us. He puts an arm around each of us. "Horny fucking brats."

"I told you—she started it," River tells him.

"She got under the covers with me and rubbed her thighs against mine. And her nipples were hard."

"You better stop," Luca says. "We're supposed to leave in forty minutes, and if you don't, one or both of you are going to get fucked again."

"Forty minutes, really? Shit," River says. "I'd better go. If I leave this stuff here, can you change her bandage, or do you want me to do it?"

"I can do it," he tells her.

I almost argue for her to do it instead. I don't know why I don't want him to see it; it's not like I can keep him from seeing it forever.

"Okay," she says. She wipes her chest clean with the hotel sheets and grabs her pajamas from the floor. "I'm going to go shower. See you downstairs."

She doesn't bother dressing before she steps out into the hallway.

"We should go shower, too," Luca says. "Come on."

He climbs out of bed, and I hesitate for a few seconds before following. The water is already steaming when I step inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"I haven't looked at it," I tell him.

He sighs and peels back the bandage. I see a flash of shock on his face before he says, "It's not that bad. I mean, the 'L' is a work of art but…you should look at it. This is the worst it's ever going to look."

He turns me toward the mirror, and I take a deep breath before allowing myself to look up at my reflection.

It's about what I expected: deeper, angrier cuts than the lines that make up the 'L' on the other side. The straight line isn't so bad. The curved part of the 'D' is deep, and the line is a little jagged. The skin kind of turns up near the middle where it's held together with butterfly closures.

But it isn't terrible. I don't hate it as much as I thought it would, and I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. I quickly turn away from the mirror.

"See? It's not so bad."

"Yeah. I guess it's not. You're right. I'm glad I got it over with. But…do you hate it?"

"No, I don't hate it, Teagan," he says. "I love you, and I love my brother. Okay?"

I nod, exhaling slowly in an attempt to pull myself together, and then step into the shower. I close my eyes and stand under the spray, letting it wash over me.

Luca steps into the shower behind me and kisses the top of my head. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" he asks.

"Yes," I tell him.

As fingers run through my dark hair, I watch the water swirling down the drain turn the lightest shade of pink from the blood that had soaked into it yesterday.

And it's not so bad.

"Are you still feeling okay, baby?" Luca asks as we pass through the hotel lobby.

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