Page 104 of Pretty Poisoned

I run my hands over his arms. "But your skin feels so good," I tell him. I push his shirt up and run my tongue over his abs.

"Teagan…" he cautions.

"It tastes good, too," I tell him.

I rub my cheek against his stomach.

"What's gotten into you?" he laughs.

"Why do you hate it when I'm nice to you?" I ask.

But he's right. I don't feel like myself. I don't feel drunk, either. I feel…weightless and carefree. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster. Luca puts his mouth on my neck, and I moan. It feels so good I think I could melt into a puddle on the floor.

"I fucking love it when you're nice to me, Teagan," Declan says. "It's all I want."

"Did you give me drugs?" I ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Teagan. Are you going to accuse me of drugging you every time we're together? No, Teagan. I didn't. No one drugged you, so just—"

"Maybe save your speech," Luca says. "I drugged her. Just a little bit."

I look up at him and laugh, doubling over. "He did drug me," I say.

"I heard," Declan says.

I pull Luca into me and kiss him on the mouth.

"And you find that charming?" Declan asks me.

I smile and nod. "Uh-huh."

He shakes his head and laughs. "Okay."

I take the whiskey bottle from his hand and bring it to my lips.

"Do you really think you needed that?" Declan asks.

I shrug and hand it back to him.

I don't know how much longer we dance—time doesn't really seem to move the way the music does. But when I'm soaked in sweat, and Luca and I are all but fucking, Declan taps me on the shoulder.

"Time to go," he says.

"I don't want to," I say into Luca's mouth.

"Really?" Declan asks. He leans in and closes his mouth around my earlobe, pulling it with his teeth.

"Mmm, that feels good."

"Because it seems like you want to get fucked to me," he says. He trails kisses down my jawline while Luca sucks on the other side of my neck. "And once we get out of here, I promise you will be."

"Okay," I tell him breathlessly.

I shove my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. "Jesus, Teagan," he says. He wraps his hand around my wrist and squeezes hard until I let go. "You're a slutty little brat, aren't you?"

"I'll be whatever you want me to be," I tell him.

He scoffs. "Right. That'd be the fucking day. Get her in the car," he tells Luca.

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