Page 25 of Pretty Poisoned

What the fuck.

"What do you mean? What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, yes! Oh, god, it feels so good!" a female voice cries out. My eyes dart to the door leading to the small bathroom, then back to Luca. I feel my cheeks flush.

"You've slept through about ten minutes of River doing that," he says.

"Are you going to come on my tongue?" I hear Hazel ask.

"Yes! Don't stop! Ahhh, fuck."

I lie next to Luca in bed, listening to River come, whimpering and moaning for a good couple of minutes before her cries finally start to die down.

Warm heat floods my core. Shit. He's been listening to this for ten minutes? I can't help myself; my eyes wander down his body—over his tattooed torso and past that 'v' disappearing into his waistband to where I can see his cock hard against his thigh.

I quickly bring them back to his face.

"I thought about you when I came in some girl's mouth last night."

My eyes go wide. "Wow. You just…said that out loud. That's…that's very sweet of you. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he says, smiling.

I cover my face with my hands and laugh. "Oh my god."

He runs his fingers over the tulip tattooed on my forearm. "This is pretty. Do you have any more?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to you," I tell him.

He scoots a little closer and props his head up on his elbow. "That's not fair," he says. "I saw you first."

"Why is that, anyway?" I ask.

"Mmm…what did they tell you?" he counters.

"That you would break me and ruin all the fun."

Now, it's his turn to go wide-eyed. "Really? They told you that?"

I nod. "Mmmhmm."

"You look pretty sturdy to me," he says. "I think you'll be okay."

Apparently, it's Hazel's turn now. I recognize her voice; I heard it last night when she came on Declan's face.

His eyes drop to my chest. "Your nipples are hard. Are you turned on?"

He reaches out and runs his thumb in circles over the hard point through the fabric of my t-shirt, causing me to suck in a breath. "Well…yeah," I say.

"What are you wearing under there?" he asks, pulling back the covers. I assume it's a rhetorical question at this point; he can see that with my t-shirt, I'm wearing a pair of silk red panties.

"Cute," he says. "I bet they're soaked."

Luca slips under the covers, then slides his hand up my thigh, and hitches the leg around his waist. He pulls my body against his until I can feel his hardness between my legs and then moves his hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass. Dipping his head down, he covers my mouth with his, gripping the cheek hard while he grinds his erection into my pussy. I let out a high-pitched moan, most of it buried in his mouth as his tongue slips into mine, tangling with my own.

Even his kiss feels like sex.

His expert tongue devours mine while he grinds against me, his free hand slipping under my head and grabbing a handful of my hair. The fingertips of the other hand run along the seam of my wet panties, slipping inside the fabric. I whimper as he runs them down my slit, and I reach inside the waistband of his pants, wrapping my fist around the base of his hard cock just as he slips them inside me.

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