Page 59 of Pretty Poisoned

"There you go," he says.

"It's so big," I force out.

"But you're doing so good…my good girl."

"Luca…" I whimper.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, not at all going easy on me. I writhe beneath him for a minute, attempting to find a position that will make it less intense, before I give up, letting my legs fall open and limp at my sides.

"Fuck," he groans. "Holy fuck."

I feel his cock jump inside me as he comes, his body shuddering against me. His free hand grips my hair, and he leans into me, digging his teeth into my shoulder, and I scream. Once he finishes, he pulls out and lies down on top of me, sweaty and out of breath.

"Luca?"

I'm almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah?"

"Can you take off the handcuffs now?"

"No."

"What? Why not? I need to use the bathroom. You can't just—"

He looks up at me and laughs. "I'm just kidding, Teagan. You'd think you'd be a little more relaxed now."

I don't know how to respond. I can't see how he'd think that was funny.

He grabs a key from the nightstand and unlocks the cuffs. "Is that better?"

I bring the hand into my body and rub my sore wrist. "Um, yeah. Do you have something I can wear?"

"Yep."

He kisses me before getting out of bed, walking over to the dresser, and tossing me a hoodie that almost reaches my knees. Once on my feet, I'm able to fully take inventory of all the muscles that ache.

It's pretty much all of them.

I use the bathroom, wash my face, and drink water directly from the faucet. When I walk back into the bedroom, Luca's wearing sweats and a t-shirt, his normal human costume back intact.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's 3:30," he says.

"What? In the afternoon?"

He shrugs. "Yeah. Are you hungry? I'm fucking starving."

"Um…yeah."

"Well, come on," he says. "I'll make you something."

"I need pants," I tell him.

He shrugs. "If you insist."

We stop at the room I'd shared with Layla, and I slip on a pair of underwear and my jeans before heading downstairs. Most of the others are in the main room and look like they've been crying. River's eyes are puffy. Alana looks physically ill, resting her head on Brady's shoulder.