15. FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

" H ow was the rest of everyone's night?" Brady asks when he and Rhett sit with the four of us at breakfast.

But he's looking at me when he says it.

"Fine," I say.

"Teagan was having nightmares," Luca says.

"I was?"

"Oh my god, yes!" River says. "You were! I can't believe I forgot. You were kicking and hitting the shit out of us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, mumbling a bunch of shit about how you were going to die," Luca says. "What was that about anyway?"

"Um, I don't even remember dreaming," I lie. "I don't know."

"It was about him, wasn't it?" Rhett says, pointing at Luca.

Luca laughs. "Fuck off."

I laugh a little and take a sip of my coffee. Before I set it down, I hear a thud. I look down and see the book Declan got for me in front of me on the table.

"You forgot that," Declan says.

"Thanks," I tell him.

He's upset. Or hungover. Probably both.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Hazel asks him as he pulls out the chair beside her. She kisses him on the cheek, then massages the nape of his neck.

"I'm fine," he grumbles.

"Oh shit, did you guys see this?" Brady says, looking up from his phone. "One of the security guards from last night overdosed in the alley behind the venue."

My heart drops into my stomach.

"Oh shit, really?" Hazel takes the phone from him. "I don't even remember seeing this guy."

"Yeah, probably because he was fucking dead, Haze."

She turns the phone, showing us the picture. And it's him—the guy who grabbed me.

"Yeah, I remember that guy," Luca says. "Didn't we run into him before the show, Declan? He was acting like a douchebag."

"Yep. Touching things that don't belong to him," Declan says.

"Oh, was he going through your stuff?" River asks.

"Something like that," Declan replies. His eyes pin me in place while he sips his coffee.

"I feel bad for the family, though," Hazel says. "The poor people swear he wasn't even a drug user. Aww, he was married, too."

Did he do this? Did he fucking kill this guy? Is this my fault… again?

"Are you okay, Teagan?" Declan asks.

"Yeah," I tell him. "I'm okay."

"Good," he says. "I'm so glad to hear that."

Luca leans in and whispers in my ear, "Black licorice, you need to stop hurting his feelings." He laughs and kisses me on the neck.

Ignoring him, I go back to eating my breakfast.

But I'm aware that Declan doesn't eat. He sips his coffee and watches me the entire time.

Afterward, while we're outside waiting for the bus, Declan comes up behind me. Even though I feel him standing there before he reaches out, lightly brushing my neck with his fingertips, I still jump.

"Why do you do that?" he asks. "Hmm?"

"You surprised me," I lie.

Pressing his body against my back, he lightly places one hand over my throat and wraps the other arm around the front of me. I don't breathe.

"What do I have to do to make you happy, Teagan?" he asks. "Hmm? Tell me, and I'll do it. Because for some reason, you can't even stand to sleep next to me—"

"That's not true, I—"

"Don't," he says. "Don't lie. You can't even stand to sleep next to me, but I'd kill for you…just to have you look at me the way you look at him. If you need me to be a fucking psychopath, I already am one. If you want me to show you, I will."

I swallow hard. "I don't know what you mean."

"You know exactly what I mean. Let me in, Teagan." I feel his lips against my earlobe, and I stop breathing. "Tell me what to do. Do I need to force you to your knees in the woods and face fuck you into submission? Is that the only thing that works? Or did you like it when I beat your little ass raw? If you want it again, you can ask for it; I'll do it. Just tell me what to do."

The bus pulls up, stopping in front of us, and I turn to face him. "I don't…"

"What?" he asks. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to die…"

I wait a few seconds, and then, when he only stares back at me, confused, silent, I turn and move toward the bus, pulling my suitcase behind me. Once onboard, I retreat to the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and then I lean over the sink and cry for the second time in my adult life, and I don't even know what I'm crying for.

The bus has been moving for a while when I finally emerge. River and Hazel are sleeping—or trying to sleep at least—in the bed. I walk back into the main cabin, and Luca pulls me into his lap.

I don't see Declan.

Rhett and Luca argue about college basketball, and while I'm grateful he's distracted and doesn't notice I'm upset, I still can't relax.

Eventually, I get up and head to the upper level. It's easy to find Declan lying on a bed facing the wall with a book open in front of him. If he knows I'm there—and I can't imagine that he doesn't—he doesn't react.

I climb onto the bed and lie beside him, my chest to his back, and wrap my arm around him.

"I liked sleeping next to you."

"You left," he says.

"I'm afraid of you," I tell him.

"I can see that."

It's like he's waiting for something else, and I'm not sure what I can give him.

"I don't understand you. That's the truth."

He turns and faces me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. "Well, I'm like you, Teagan. I was born like this. There's nothing else to understand."

I'm not sure what he means by that, but I don't ask. There's another question on the tip of my tongue.

"Did you kill him?" I whisper into his chest.

"Yes," he says, then kisses the top of my head. "I was angry, and it was impulsive, and that's not me. It wasn't bloody, it wasn't even that satisfying. I shouldn't have done it, but I wanted to get your attention. Did it work?"

"Yes."

"Good," he says. "But that doesn't scare you, does it, Teagan? I know about you—about your origin story."

"You mean…what I told Luca?"

He nods. "And the parts you didn't. I know your boyfriend killed his girlfriend in high school."

"It was a car accident."

"It was intentional. An if-I-can't-have-you-no-one-can kind of thing. Right?"

I shrug.

"And what about the couple in the cabin? Did you help him kill them, or did you just watch?"

"Neither. I was in the hallway. I didn't watch."

"But you fucked him afterward? Right?"

I don't answer. But he's right—I did fuck him afterward.

"You and I are not that different, Teagan. When you finally let go, you'll see that."

Eventually, without saying a word, he picks up that book and starts reading again. I take mine from my bag and do the same.

The drive to Portland is about three hours; I spend each of them like this—in bed with Declan, in this odd, almost comfortable silence.

Luca is never quiet. I always know exactly what he's thinking because he tells me. I don't think I'll ever know what Declan is thinking; I'll never know what he wants.

And if what he wants is just to get under my skin, he fucking got it. I don't think there's much I can do about it now except ride it out.

When we finally get to the hotel, we don't have long before the guys have to be at the venue—just enough time to check in and get everything moved upstairs. Luca takes my hand in the elevator, and I follow him into a suite on the ninth floor. Shortly after, there's a knock on the door. Luca opens it, and Declan steps inside.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks.

Luca sighs before answering. "Yeah, I fucking guess. If you want to go now."

"You know I have that thing after the show tonight?" Declan says. "I want you to go with me."

Luca shrugs. "All right."

I'm not sure what it is, but I can tell Luca doesn't want to go.

"Bring Teagan," Declan says.

He laughs a little, looking between me and Declan. "You're kidding, right?"

Declan raises an eyebrow at him in response.

Luca shakes his head and scoffs. "No," he says. "No, I'm not doing that to her."

"It's not up for debate," Declan says. "She's coming."

"No," Luca says more forcefully.

"She'll be fine," Declan argues. "Wear something pretty tonight, Teagan."

"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"I have some business outside of town. Don't worry about it; you'll be fine," Declan says.

But the uneasy look on Luca's face has the opposite effect on me. I'm really fucking worried.

"Five minutes, Luca," he adds before pulling the door closed behind him.

"Fuck," Luca mutters under his breath, pacing in front of me.

"What's going on?" I ask.

He sits beside me at the foot of the bed, pushes his hands through his hair, takes a deep breath, and turns to me. "Nothing," he says. "Nothing that concerns you. We're going to get in a car, go to a house, then Declan will talk to some people, and we'll leave—that's it. You don't have to talk to anyone or do anything. You just stay with me…okay?"

"Okay," I tell him.

He kisses my lips. "That's my good girl," he says. "I'll see you at the show, okay, baby?"

I nod.

"Don't tell the girls or Brady, all right?" Luca says. "And you should wear the black lace dress River got for you."

"That's kind of a lot for a concert, isn't it?"

He shrugs. "You'll look pretty. You always look pretty," he says sadly. He hugs me tightly—like he doesn't want to let go—then leans in and kisses me on the mouth. "Bye, Teag."

"Bye," I tell him.

He smiles, kisses me one more time, and leaves me there, sitting at the foot of the bed in the empty room. After a few minutes, I get up and spend extra time on my hair and makeup before slipping into that black lace dress Luca asked me to wear and meeting everyone downstairs.

"You look fancy, Teagan," Hazel says when she sees me. "Is that one that Riv picked out? It looks like something she would wear."

"Yeah. I just felt like dressing up," I tell her.

We get into the back of a car and head to the venue, the three of them drinking and laughing while I just stare out the window. And when we get to the show, I can't even enjoy it. All I can think about is what is going to come after. All I can do is worry about what could possibly have Luca so upset.

After the show, I anxiously wait for Luca backstage like he told me to. When he comes out, he's wearing a suit and tie. He kisses me on the cheek and throws his arm around my shoulders, and then we walk out the back door and get into the back of a black limo.

I slide all the way over beside him. "Luca?"

"Hmm?"

"You're making me nervous," I tell him.

Like I said, Luca is never quiet. I always know what he's thinking.

"I've never seen you act like this. And we…" I pause, lowering my voice even though there's a partition between us and whoever is driving the vehicle. "We buried a body together."

"I'm sorry," he says.

"You hosed me down in your backyard in thirty-five-degree weather and smiled about it."

"Mmm…I was in a weird mood."

"Luca!"

"Nothing is going to happen to you, but I don't think you're going to like it; that's all. Please don't hate me for this."

"I won't."

He places a hand on each of my cheeks. "I love you, Teagan. I know you don't like it when I say that, but—"

"No, it's okay," I say. "I like it."

He kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck just as the door opens and Declan, also in a suit, climbs into the back and sits down.

"You need to blindfold her," Declan says.

"What?" I ask.

"Sorry, baby," Luca says. "It's just for the car ride."

He pulls a piece of black cloth from his pocket, folds it in half, and covers my eyes. I fist his shirt as he ties it behind my head, and the car starts moving. He pulls me into him, and I rest my head against his chest as the dome light turns off, and everything goes dark.

"I've got you," Luca says.

"You need to stop babying her," Declan says. "She'll be fine."

"H-how long is the drive?" I ask.

"Can't really tell you that," Declan says. "It'll be a while. I'm going to give you something that's going to help you, Teagan. Open up."

"What is it?"

"You're just going to have to trust me," Declan says.

"I've got her," Luca says. "Open your mouth, baby."

I feel his finger against my lips and open like he asked. He sets a chalky, bitter tablet on my tongue, and then I feel the rim of a glass bottle against my lips.

"This is just whiskey, okay?"

I open, fill my mouth with whiskey, and wash down the pill, then lean against Luca for the rest of the drive. I don't know how long it takes to get there, and I guess that's part of the point. If I had to guess, I'd say maybe an hour, hour and a half. But being blindfolded may have made it feel longer. I do know that when the car finally stops and they remove my blindfold, we're deep into the mountains. It's dark, and we're at an isolated home built into the side of a cliff.

A man in a dark hood wearing a gold skull mask, the mouth twisted into a smile, waits at the doorway. "Names?" he asks.

"Declan and Luca De Rossi," Declan says. "This is Teagan Townsend."

"She's not on the list," the man says. "What's her purpose?"

"She's ours," Declan says simply.

He seems to accept that as an answer. "We'll need to make a record of her," he says. He nods at another man, also wearing the same mask, waiting near the door who then approaches us.

"Come with me," he says.

I look at Luca, who grips my hand tightly. "Come on," he says. "You'll be okay. I'll be with you."

We enter the home, and he ushers me aside. "Sit," the man says.

I do as he asks, sitting at a desk. Luca sits beside me while Declan waits in the doorway, leaning against its frame.

"Identification?" the man asks.

I remove my wallet from my purse and, with shaky hands, thumb through the contents. I almost take out Blakely's ID, but Luca stops me.

"No," he says, pushing it back into my wallet. He removes my own ID from behind it and hands it to the man, who examines it before making a copy and handing it back. Then, he asks for my right hand and takes my fingerprints. I look at Luca, confused, and he just kisses the top of my head and rubs my back until he's done. Then, he turns my hand over and takes a blood sample from my finger.

"You can go in," he says.

I get up, and Luca holds me tightly against him, his fingertips digging into my side. I wrap my arms around his waist, holding tightly onto his belt with both hands as we exit the small office into the main hallway. Declan allows us to pass, then exits behind us.

"I wish you'd cling to me like that, Teagan," he says quietly enough that only I can hear it, running a finger up the side of my neck.

I look back at him but say nothing.

"She does look really pretty when she's terrified," Declan says. He trails his knuckles down my spine. "All wide-eyed, aware of how helpless she actually is. I guess I can't blame you."

"Mmhmm," Luca says, barely reacting as we make our way down the dark corridor.

I watch Luca's posture shift once we reach the main room. He shakes off whatever apprehension I'd seen earlier in the car and replaces it with the same confidence I see from him on stage. He's always huge, but somehow, he gets bigger, more imposing. He looks at me, both his green eyes and his tone hardened like I've seen a few times before.

"Listen to me, Teagan," he says, stopping a few feet away from the door. "When we go in there, you do what I tell you to do—no hesitation. Keep your head down, don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone, even if they talk to you. Don't try to fucking argue with me, and don't fucking mouth off, okay? You can fight with me later if you want to, but not here. Do you understand?"

Behind me, Declan runs his hand over the swell of my ass.

I swallow hard. "Yeah, Luca. I understand."

"I'll see you guys in about half an hour," Declan says.

He squeezes the back of my neck before he walks around us toward a man waiting on the staircase. I look at him—just barely—before I remember I'm not supposed to look at anyone and cast my eyes downward.

"Mr. De Rossi, welcome," another masked man says. I catch just a glint of the gold before I correct myself and look down at his shoes. "And who is this? Is she for them?"

I keep my head down like Luca told me to, and he answers for me. "No. Teagan is mine."

"Too bad," he says. "If you ever felt like sharing, I could make it worth it for you—"

"No, you couldn't," he snaps. "And no, I won't. Just give me the fucking cups before I crack your skull in half and use that instead."

The man holds two gold chalices out in front of him, and Luca takes them both. He hands one to me and guides me around the man and into the room.

"Look up," Luca says. "But don't react."

I slowly raise my eyes. All the air leaves my lungs when I see what's in front of me.

There's a girl—probably younger than me—lying on a marble slab at the front of the room. Several knives stick up in her abdomen and a couple in her throat and thighs. Blood slowly drips from several troughs in the slab and into a reservoir below.

"Is she—what happened?" I ask.

He digs his nails into my hips as he guides me toward her. "I told you not to react."

"Did they kill her?" I whisper.

"Yes," he says.

"Where did she come from?"

"It isn't good, Teagan. You shouldn't ask," he says. "You'll need to fill your cup, Teag. I'm warning you—it's going to be warm. It's better to fill it from the spray than from below—then it might be chunky, too."

"I have to drink it?"

"You've done it before. You like it."

"Not like this."

"Just do what I fucking tell you to do," he says. Then, softening his tone, he adds, "There's no difference, baby."

He starts to fill his chalice, and I do the same. But there is a difference—a big difference. I try not to look at the small, pale girl on the table, but I can't help myself. My eyes run down her body, and she moves—she fucking moves.

"Luca? Her hand moved."

"It doesn't matter," he says. "She's dead, Teagan."

"But—"

"Teagan…" he cautions. "You're not fucking listening. Cheers, baby."

He throws back the contents of the cup, and I do the same, trying my best not to choke on the hot coppery liquid filling my mouth.

Once I swallow it, Luca's mouth finds mine. I taste the copper on his own tongue in my mouth before he pulls away.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he says. "I'm going to get you a real drink now. We'll be out of here soon. Don't let go of me, okay?"

We walk over to a bar, and my eyes roam the room while he orders us drinks.

That's a mistake.

Everyone is dressed like we are; several of them are splattered in blood—either on the front of their clothes or dripping from their mouths. But even more disturbing, still, are the ones moving through the room in dark hoods, wearing those gold masks with gold mouths stretched into impossibly large smiles.

They're bone-chilling.

I'm not sure who they are or what they mean, but I think there's a hierarchy here. Luca snapped at the masked man at the door when he questioned him about me.

I get the feeling they're the ones who get their hands dirty.

Two of them pass me now carrying a naked woman, covered in blood, by her shoulders and feet.

"What happened to her?" I ask Luca quietly.

"I told you to keep your fucking head down, Teagan," Luca says. He grabs me by my hair and forces my head down.

"Luca, don't," I whimper.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. Just—listen to me, Teagan. For fuck's sake. Take your drink."

He thrusts a glass into my hand and guides me to a back corner of the room. "Drink it all, baby. You need it," he says. "Whatever happened to the other woman—that was an accident. It happens sometimes; it isn't our problem."

"Well, does it happen to you?"

"No," he says. "I've never killed anyone; I told you that. Shit."

"What?"

"There are some people coming over here that I'm going to have to talk to. Don't look at them and don't say anything."

Luca maintains a tight grip on my waist, and I cast my eyes downward, sipping my drink while he speaks to two men about things I don't quite understand. Then, they ask him about his father, the business, and the band; more feet surround us, and more voices join in. I don't look up; no one asks who I am or what I'm doing again. My arms are so heavy now that I can barely keep ahold of my glass—it takes all my focus not to drop it.

Fuck, am I going to be in trouble if I drop it?

The conversation must end, because Luca is guiding me toward the exit.

"Are we leaving now?" I ask him once we reach the hallway.

"Fuck yes, we're leaving. Thank fucking god."

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 how much 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."

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.

"You like being a little slut, too, don't you, Teagan?" Declan says.

But I can't form words. All I can do is lie back and take each brutal thrust of his hips as he drives himself into me, hitting me just right. Arching my back, I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as I bite my lower lip.

"She's about to come," Luca says. "Look at her."

"Look at me, Teagan," Declan says.

No, I think but don't say. I turn to the side instead, burying my face into Luca's thigh.

"You better listen to him, angel," Luca tells me, pulling my legs wider.

"Oh my god!" I cry out, forcing myself to look at him. "I can't…I can't…"

I can't take it. That's what I'm thinking. I can't take it. Each thrust of his hips, each time he fucks into me feels so fucking delicious I can't move, I can't think—not about anything but how fucking good it feels. My eyes run down his body to where ours meet, watching him pump in and out of me.

My head falls back as my legs start to shake.

"Get it right this time," Declan says. "Who's dick are you coming on?"

"Fuck! Declan!" I scream before I come for him a second time, writhing against their hold while my body convulses around him.

He throws my leg over his shoulder and bears down, groaning as he pumps into me in short, erratic bursts.

With a hand against my cheek, his dark eyes look into mine—past them even—in a way that's almost terrifying, and I avert my own. Sweat drips from his hair as he grits his teeth.

"Oh, fuck," he moans, his cock jumping inside me when he finally fills me with his cum.

And when his body stills, he pulls out, and then kisses me—I realize—for the first time ever, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucks on that lip, caressing the side of my face with his hand.

"I've wanted this for so long, Teagan," he whispers. "You're so perfect. Teagan? Let me see your eyes."

But I ignore it, keeping mine closed. He sits back in his seat with a sigh.

"Teagan," Luca calls. I look to him instead. "You did so good, baby. Come here."

I sit up, and he leans across the limo, opens the mini fridge, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He takes a long pull before handing it to me. I lean back, naked and bloody, and do the same. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me, pulling me under him. His mouth devours mine while he works his cock free of his pants.

Oh shit. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.

"Ahh!" I cry out when he pushes into me.

"Is your pussy sore, Teagan?" Luca asks.

"Yes," I whimper.

Declan moves over to the other side of the car. I turn my head and see him watching me—looking me directly in the eyes—with both his pants and his shirt open, his arm draped across the back of the seat.

"Do you want me to go easy on you, baby?" he asks.

I quickly look away from Declan. "No," I tell Luca. I pull his shirt open, sending buttons flying, and pull it down his arms.

"Well, fuck. Okay."

I don't know how much of it is me and how much is the drugs, but I feel this weird need to show Declan why Luca is the one I trust and why he's the one I cling to when I'm scared.

Declan says he'll give me whatever I want, but I know that's not true. I dig my nails into Luca's shoulder blades and drag them down his tattooed back hard enough to draw blood.

"Ah, fuck!" he grits. "Fuck, Teagan. You fucking brat."

Luca leans down and bites my nipple, and then I scream, too. He grabs me by the ankles and pins them next to my ears, drilling into me with his cock in a way that has my clit throbbing.

I hook one arm around his neck and, with the other, reach between my legs and touch myself, rubbing my clit while he fucks me until I'm clenching around his dick, calling his name.

We're only a few blocks away from the hotel when he comes inside me, too.

"They're going to have to follow you through the hotel with a mop, baby," Luca says.

But shit. He's kind of right. And I just realized I have a problem.

"I don't have any clothes," I say.

Luca fixes his pants, then wraps me up in his shirt. I slip my arms inside, and he buttons the few remaining buttons.

Blood seeps into the white shirt in the shape of the 'L' on my chest.

"You should take this, too," he says, giving me his coat.

The car stops in front of the hotel, and shirtless Luca gets out first. I smile when I see the marks I left on his back, still dripping blood in a few places. I press my lips to his back and suck.

"You're my dream girl, Teagan," he says before entering the building.

"Miss!" the doorman yells. He steps into my path, looking me up and down. "You can't be here."

"What? Luca!" I call out.

Declan's arm slips around my waist. "Do you know who I am?" he asks the man.

"Um, I…yes—"

"Then get the fuck away from her," he says.

"But—"

"Move! Now! Don't even fucking look at her, or I'll kill you."

The man steps aside, and we walk through the doors together.

"Please don't actually kill this one," I tell Declan.

"I'll consider it," he says.

"What the fuck was that about?" Luca asks.

"I took care of it," Declan says.

"Sexism," I tell him. "Apparently, only men are allowed to show up bloody and half-naked at this hotel."

"Fucking rude is what that is," Luca says.

We step into the elevator, and Luca hits the number nine button, and I'm suddenly overcome with anxiety about where I'm supposed to sleep now. I'm tucked under Declan's arm, who was angry that I hadn't stayed with him the other night, but all of my stuff is in Luca's room and his initial is carved into my chest.

And both of their cum drips down the inside of my thighs.

Luckily, Declan makes it easy.

"Good night, Teagan," he says when we reach the door to the room I share with Luca. He leans in, his lips finding mine, and kisses me softly. I don't mean to breathe him in the way I do, pushing up onto my toes and gripping his jacket tightly in my fists. "I'll see you in the morning."

He kisses me on the forehead and just leaves me there like that, breathless. Intoxicated.

"We need to shower; we're bloody," Luca says as his key opens the lock. He ushers me inside with a hand on my lower back. "Unless you just want me to hose you off out back or something."

I shoot him a glare.

"Kidding," he says.

"Never. Again."

He laughs as he walks the corner into the bathroom and turns on the water. I shrug off his clothes and join him in the shower. Afterward, he bandages the cuts on my chest, telling me how good it looks and how it should scar.

Then, at four-thirty in the morning, we finally crawl into bed together. Everything hurts like it did the first time.

It feels good.