Page 90 of Pretty Poisoned

He holds me in place with a hand wrapped around my throat while he fucks me with his fingers, slipping them in and out of me while I squirm against him. His cock is hard against my ass when I press into him, and he groans into my neck.

And Declan is watching; he has to be. I wonder if he's stroking his dick, too. I picture him leaning back in the seat, his legs spread wide, watching me with hungry eyes while fisting his hard cock. The mental image makes me moan again as Luca works my pussy with his fingers.

"Oh my god…"

"That's it, baby," Luca says. "Just lie back and relax. You've earned it."

Those wet fingers slide out of me and go back to working my clit, rolling over me quickly, the pressure bringing me to the edge. I dig my nails into his thighs.

"Luca…" I whimper. "Don't stop…"

Just before I come, he tightens that hand around my throat, squeezing hard enough that I come without making any noise. Silently, the waves of pleasure roll through my body, and somewhere in the back of my head, I'm screaming because he's still touching me, and it's too much. It feels too good. I writhe against him, desperate for air now as the aftershocks roll through me, my pussy still pulsing.

Fingers run lightly up and down my arm, sending chills over my body as the orgasm slows.

And that's when I realize it. There are three hands on me right now.

I quickly rip the blindfold off and see Declan kneeling in front of me on the bench seat with his hand between my legs.

Luca lets go of my throat, and I gasp for air as he slides the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and my eyes lock onto Declan's. He smiles—something feral—as he loosens his tie and pulls it over his head, then starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Something glistens in my peripheral vision, and I realize it's a knife. Luca slips the blade into the front of my dress and slices it down the middle, then rips it the rest of the way off of me.

And I just stay there, eyes wide and breath heaving. Frozen and exposed.

"That'll be the last time you say his name while I'm making you come," Declan says, removing his shirt and going for the button on his pants.

Oh, fuck…

"Sweetheart, my brother wants to fuck you now, okay?" Luca asks, kissing my neck again.

"Um…Luca—"

"It's okay. Trust me." He digs the end of the knife into the left side of my chest, just below my collarbone. "You know who loves you, right?"

I nod. "Yes," I answer, my voice barely above a whisper. I watch Declan's thick cock spring free and he wraps his fist around it. His hungry eyes roam over the length of my body while he strokes it.

"Good," Luca says. "That's good. And I want to give you something to remind you that you were mine first."

I grit my teeth and scream as the tip of the knife digs into my skin, and he slices downward, slowly tearing through my flesh. I think he's finished, but he isn't. He stabs into my chest again, dragging the blade horizontally this time. And I know what it is. I can't see it, but I could feel it.

It's a letter 'L.'

He licks and sucks the area clean for a minute before turning my head and kissing me with the same bloody mouth. I'm light-headed, the world spinning on its side as his tongue tangles with mine.

Blood continues running down the front of my body as several things happen at once. I'm pulled flat onto my back; Luca hitches one of my legs up next to my head, and Declan holds the other out to the side as he buries himself inside me. I scream into Luca's mouth and feel him smile against my lips before he pulls his mouth away.

Declan finds a rhythm, rolling his hips with each quick, powerful thrust. His thicker cock fills and stretches me while his brother holds me firmly in place, ensuring I feel every bit of every single inch. And I cry out every single time.

"You're such a good girl, Teagan," Luca says. "You're doing so good, baby. Doesn't her pussy feel good?"

"So fucking good. She squeezes my dick when you tell her she's a good girl like a little slut," Declan says.

I moan again, and Declan smirks, slamming into me harder.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out.

"And the way her bloody fucking tits bounce when I fuck into her…" Declan reaches down and runs his hands over them, pinching my nipples before digging his fingers into the cut. I grit my teeth together and scream, and then he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

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