A Shot of Pretty Poison (Pretty Poison Trilogy #3)

by Kelsey Clayton

There’s something to be said about those who can carry the burdens of the world on their shoulders. The ones whose knees don’t buckle under the pressure of it all.

“The difference between him and me is that he left his family. Mine left me.”

It’s crazy how when you live with them, they drive you nuts. But when you’re out living on your own,

you wish they were with you.

“Ten minutes?” he asks, and I nod. “See, that’s where we differ. You only need ten minutes with me, but I needed the rest of my life with you.”

“There’s a part of me that still loves you,” I say honestly. “There’s always going to be a part of me that still loves you. But right now, there’s a part of me that wants to hate you, and I’m not sure which is stronger.” She sniffles, wiping away her tears and nodding. “I get that. I do.” I get up from the table and put my fist on it. “Just do me a favor?”

“Anything,” she replies, and I know she means that. “Don’t go anywhere until I figure it out.”

“So, that’s her, huh?” she asks. “The girl who made it so you don’t believe in love anymore?”

“I believe in love,” I say simply. “I just don’t believe in it with anyone but her.”

“I want to spend every day buried inside of you like this. You pussy is the only place I belong.”

There’s just something so hot about a guy being possessive over you.

“My brother owns half of this place, and the one who owns the other half was balls deep in my pussy last night. Pretty sure that means I can do whatever the fuck I please.”

To anyone who drinks their coffee black, I salute you. That shit takes a special level of self-loathing.

This pussy belongs to me, whether she likes it or not.

Every little taste just makes me want more, until the only thing I can do is drown in her.

“He still hasn’t given you anything to go off of?” “Not. A. Thing. It’s like he gets off on torturing me.” She goes to take a sip of her soda. “He’s been getting off, all right.” “You’re Satan,” I deadpan.

“I will always protect what’s mine.”

Losing a love like that leaves an emptiness behind, and no matter how hard you try to fill it or what you try to fill it with, you can’t. It’s a bottomless pit in

the center of your heart, formed perfectly in the shape of them.”

“I would’ve much rather dealt with the fear of losing him again than the emptiness of not having him at all.”

“I want you to know that I’m yours,” I tell her. “There’s still a lot that I’m working through, but I don’t want to lose

you. It’s not going to be easy, but I want to be with you. I want the future we talked about.”

“Pretty Poison?”

Because that’s what she’s been for me—a pretty poison. She runs through my veins and attacks every inch of me, making it so I can think of nothing and no one but her.

He’s my rock, my protector, my home.

She’s my present, my past, and my future, and because of that, I’ll never regret a single thing.

There’s no me without her.