Page 89 of Pretty Poisoned

We walk back out through the front door to where the car waits. Luca practically rips the door open and throws me inside before climbing in next to me.

"Are you okay?" he asks, panicked.

"I'm not sure," I tell him. "I think I'm…high."

He smiles and kisses me on the mouth. "That's okay," he says. "I can work with that."

"I don't understand…why. Who was she? Who are they?"

"I told you she would be fine," Declan says, his voice startling me.

"Shut the fuck up," Luca says.

"Who she was doesn't really matter. She was acquired for a purpose."

"What purpose?"

"Power," Declan says. "I told you about the energy; I know you've felt it. You thought you were drugged."

As the car pulls away, Luca ties the blindfold over my eyes again, sending me back into the dark.

"Well, this time, I know I was drugged."

"And entertainment," Declan adds. "They're bored, Teagan. If you had all the money in the world and could do whatever you wanted, you'd get bored, too."

"And do you guys get bored like that, too?" I ask.

Luca says he's never killed anyone, but I know Declan can't say the same. What would happen if they got bored with me? Are there more missing girls?

It's Luca who answers. "We don't fuck with them unless we have to."

It doesn't really answer my question.

He pulls me into him, my back against his chest, and his hands roam over my body—down my neck, over my tits and stomach, down to my thighs, and back up again. "The less you know, the safer you are."

"But they know all about you now, Teagan," Declan adds. "And if you ever tell anyone about this, there won't be anything I can do to save you. Remember that."

What?

Before I can formulate a response, I feel Luca's hot breath against my neck, and he whispers into my ear, "You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you."

He trails kisses up my neck until his mouth closes around my earlobe, and he pulls it through his teeth.

"You hurt me," I tell him breathlessly. "And you yelled at me."

"Only a little bit," he says.

Luca wraps a hand around the base of my throat, tilting my head back while he licks and sucks on the space right below my jawbone. I squirm in my seat—wet and horny as fuck.

"Take off your panties," he whispers.

"I'm not wearing any," I tell him.

"Even better," he says.

He pushes my dress up around my waist and spreads my thighs with one hand. My cheeks flush red, and, unsure howmuch Declan can see or how exposed I am, I attempt to squeeze them shut, but his hand stops me. His fingers roll over my clit, and I moan, letting them fall open again.

"There you go," Luca says. "Just relax. I know it feels good; I can hear how wet you are."

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