Page 92 of Pretty Poisoned

Luca leans down and bites my nipple, and then I scream, too. He grabs me by the ankles and pins them next to my ears, drilling into me with his cock in a way that has my clit throbbing.

I hook one arm around his neck and, with the other, reach between my legs and touch myself, rubbing my clit while he fucks me until I'm clenching around his dick, calling his name.

We're only a few blocks away from the hotel when he comes inside me, too.

"They're going to have to follow you through the hotel with a mop, baby," Luca says.

But shit. He's kind of right. And I just realized I have a problem.

"I don't have any clothes," I say.

Luca fixes his pants, then wraps me up in his shirt. I slip my arms inside, and he buttons the few remaining buttons.

Blood seeps into the white shirt in the shape of the 'L' on my chest.

"You should take this, too," he says, giving me his coat.

The car stops in front of the hotel, and shirtless Luca gets out first. I smile when I see the marks I left on his back, still dripping blood in a few places. I press my lips to his back and suck.

"You're my dream girl, Teagan," he says before entering the building.

"Miss!" the doorman yells. He steps into my path, looking me up and down. "You can't be here."

"What? Luca!" I call out.

Declan's arm slips around my waist. "Do you know who I am?" he asks the man.

"Um, I…yes—"

"Then get the fuck away from her," he says.

"But—"

"Move! Now! Don't even fucking look at her, or I'll kill you."

The man steps aside, and we walk through the doors together.

"Please don't actually kill this one," I tell Declan.

"I'll consider it," he says.

"What the fuck was that about?" Luca asks.

"I took care of it," Declan says.

"Sexism," I tell him. "Apparently, only men are allowed to show up bloody and half-naked at this hotel."

"Fucking rude is what that is," Luca says.

We step into the elevator, and Luca hits the number nine button, and I'm suddenly overcome with anxiety about where I'm supposed to sleep now. I'm tucked under Declan's arm, who was angry that I hadn't stayed with him the other night, but all of my stuff is in Luca's room and his initial is carved into my chest.

And both of their cum drips down the inside of my thighs.

Luckily, Declan makes it easy.

"Good night, Teagan," he says when we reach the door to the room I share with Luca. He leans in, his lips finding mine, and kisses me softly. I don't mean to breathe him in the way I do, pushing up onto my toes and gripping his jacket tightly in my fists. "I'll see you in the morning."

He kisses me on the forehead and just leaves me there like that, breathless. Intoxicated.

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