Page 53 of Pretty Poisoned

"What?"

"You heard me." He goes for the button on his pants and takes out his cock. "Get on your fucking knees and wrap your pretty lips around my cock. Kiss it and make it better, and maybe I'll forgive you."

"Luca…"

"Youranfrom me. You're not going anywhere until I come down your throat. Don't test my fucking patience. I can make it hurt."

"Okay…"

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, then sink down onto my knees in the dirt and take him in my mouth.

"Ah, fuck yes," he groans. He braces himself against the tree with one hand and threads the other through my hair while I bob my head on his cock.

"God, I needed this. Teagan, look at me."

I look up at him and keep working his dick with my hand and mouth—sucking, licking, and stroking him, taking as much of him as I can until I gag on it. He watches me through hooded lids, fluttering open and closed, his mouth slightly open.

"You're doing so good, Teagan," he rasps. "Fuck, your mouth was made for this, baby."

Despite how fucked up this all is, his words have me wet and squeezing my thighs together, and I moan around his cock.

"You like that, baby? You look so pretty covered in dirt and blood," he says, rocking his hips against me. "Almost as good as you look covered in my cum."

He tightens his grip around my hair and thrusts his massive cock into my mouth hard and fast. I dig my nails into his thighs and try my best to breathe through my nose.

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as the head hits deep in the back of my throat. I squeeze them shut.

"Fuck," he groans. "That's it, baby. You're going to swallow every last drop. Look at me and nod if you understand."

I look up at him with his cock in my mouth and nod.

"If you ever try and run from me again, I'll make sure you never see daylight," he says, pumping into my mouth. "I'll keep you locked up, and you'll be my little fucktoy. Oh…fuck," he moans, holding me in place while he coats the back of my throat with cum. When he's finally empty, he pulls out of my mouth, and I swallow and try to catch my breath. I wipe my chin and mouth with my sleeve, then pull myself up and take a step back.

"Hey…are you okay?" he asks. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

"No," I tell him. "I'm…okay."

"Good. I'm sorry I scared you, Teagan."

He kisses me on the mouth, then pulls me into his chest. Confused, I wrap my arms around him.

"But don't do that to me again," he says, then kisses the top of my head. "Promise me you won't try to leave me."

"I won't…I promise."

He sighs. "Okay. Let's go."

He takes my hand, and we walk the rest of the way to the house like that. When we get to the backyard, he says, "We need to burn our clothes."

I follow him to the firepit and strip down to my underwear like he does, crossing my arms in front of my bare chest as if that's going to do anything to keep me warm. Luca gathers our clothes and tosses them into the fire. Then, he grabs a container of lighter fluid, adds it to the flames, and we watch it shoot up in front of us.

Once it settles, he turns to me and smirks. "You're not going to like this."

"I'm not going to like what?"

He nods towards the house. "Come on."

I follow him, but not to the back door—around the side of the house instead. He stops next to a hose and turns the dial on the spigot.

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