A Drop of Pretty Poison (Pretty Poison Trilogy #2)

by Kelsey Clayton

“So, you’re falling in love with me, huh?” I smirk, still in disbelief that he spoke those words. His expression turns skeptical as he hums. “I mean, you’re all right.”

“I love you, Laiken. I am so massively in love with you, and I’m sorry that I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“I need you.” My words come out like a desperate plea. Hayes deepens the kiss, only stopping for a second to respond. “You have me, baby. You always have me.”

“You need to wear dresses more often.” “Why?” “Easier access.”

“Fuck me,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck me.” He slows down as he leans forward and kisses me. “Not tonight, baby. Tonight, I want to love you.”

All the pain and all the heartbreak—it was worth it because it got us here, where he’s loving me the best way he knows how.

Hayes fucking Wilder is mine. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that.

I chose the wrong road and lost the one girl who means more to me than anyone. So, I turned the fuck around and chose again.

“My God! Stop acting like you haven’t tasted each other’s cum before!”

“Are you going to call him daddy and take your punishment like a good boy?”

So, Laiken…” He pauses just to drive me insane. “Will you officially be mine? My out-in-the-open, hold-your-hand-no-matter-who-can-see girlfriend?”

I think the worst part is remembering the times he wasn’t drunk. When I was little and he was an actual father. And believe it or not, he was a good one.

There is nothing about boarded up windows with graffiti and a cemetery in the background that screams buy me.

There’s something calming about driving down the street with Laiken’s feet up on the dash as she sings along to the radio.

Smh that's how you break your legs

I offered to take her out to breakfast, but when we noticed no one was home, I opted to eat her instead.

“Get in the truck before I fuck you right here in the parking lot.” “I mean, that’s an option, too.” Less wait.

“I reached back and grabbed the lamp behind me, and I slammed it as hard as I could into his head. I don’t know if it cut him. There was no sticking around to find out. I could just hear him shouting and calling me a bitch as I ran as fast as I could out of the house.”

Sexual assault doesn’t have to be rape for it to cause trauma.

I swear to God, if I ever get ahold of Craig’s phone, I’m going to shove it so far up his ass he’ll have to hiccup to make a call.

If I see your face around here again, I’ll slit your throat with the bottom of my skate and make it look like a goddamn accident.”

HAVE YOU EVER STEPPED back and just looked at your man, thinking I am so goddamn lucky? Like really gave yourself permission to check him out the same way you did during your first date?

And I can just picture curling up next to the fireplace and reading a book on cold winter days.

“We’re not hiding here, baby. There’s no one else in this place. It’s just us. And I want to hear you scream.”

“I don’t want to pull out. I want to fill you up and watch as my cum drips from your pussy.”

“How do you think I feel? Being around the two of them almost makes me miss jail.”

“You did. I believe you said that I’m the only one who’s allowed to ride your dick like a rodeo.” “For fuck’s sake.” I could go on to tell him that he told me to hop on while his dick was completely flaccid, but I don’t think his ego could take another hit right now. Not when he already looks mortified.

“Did you not hear me? Her vagina ripped to her asshole. What part of that doesn’t sound like the worst idea of all time?”

“How can we not? It’s Monty. You are dating Montgomery Rollins.” She scoffs. “Thank you for that information. I thought I was dating Monty Python.” “All of them?” I question, but she just flips me off.

“Especially because the first time I came over, I had to teach you how to do the dishes,” I add. He pouts. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?” “Absolutely not.” I look over at his sister. “He didn’t want to leave the fork and plate he used in the sink, so he just threw it in the trash.”

“Imagine having sex on that bed and seeing a ghost watching you,” Mali says.

He has never used sex as a tool against me, and I never thought he would, until now.