Page 20 of Venomous King
Chapter fourteen
Diego
“You didn’t love her! You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love!”
Dr. Callie Torres, Grey’s Anatomy Season 4: The Heart of the Matter
Ishould feel satisfaction at the sight of her tears sliding down her lying, backstabbing face, and yet, I feel nothing except misery. I watch as she tucks the blankets around our child with such care. I can see the need to protect Julia and keep her safe, warring with the knowledge that I will keep my word, and have that piece of shit murdered in front of her.
I grab her forearm, yanking her harshly to my side once she’s done ensuring that Julia is safe in the bed. A large part of me doesn’t want to exit this room, preferring to stay and watch my child sleep. I’ve lost years with her, thanks to Issy and that blond fucker.Kai.What a fucking pathetic name for a wretched man that will die begging for mercy at my feet, while he watches me reclaim my woman in the most primal way. My anger is a beast demanding to be unleashed within me, one that craves complete destruction of the person who has hurt me.
Anticipation and a blast of lust fill me, at the thought of all the things I will do to Issy in retribution for all the pain and misery she has caused me all these years. Years where I mourned her, and begged the universe to take me, so I wouldn’t have to continue living without her. The only thing that kept me going was the need to avenge her, to destroy her grandmother for risking her life. That bitch caused me to lose my greatest prize, and I will never stop attempting to murder her, Issy’s family be damned.
She swipes roughly at her face and turns her furious gaze on me, those eyes that have haunted all my dreams all these years burning a hole within me. “I refuse to be your pet or your fucking captive again, Diego.” She straightens her shoulders, her bodyturning completely in my direction. “You wanted me strong, congratulations, mission accomplished. I won’t bow or cower to you or anyone else. That girl you knew is gone.”
My rough hand meets with her soft and delicate skin, sliding up the perfect column of her swan-like neck, and applying pressure. Not enough to stop her breathing, but a warning that she is treading in a dangerous direction with her words. “You belong to me, Issy. Whatever strength you think you’ve gained, you’re mistaken if you think it’s enough to shake off my shackles.”
Issy’s head tilts back, and her shoulders straighten, despite the threat of my fingers on her throat, and for a moment, a thrill and a sense of apprehension fill me. I see a glimpse of Stella in her. That Stratford strength and determination are right there in the open for me to see. It’s there in the need to fight back against a man trying to control her, and it fills me with a sense of morbid satisfaction. Look at my fragile little doll; she’s grown teeth. Fuck, she is stunning in her rage. Too bad it won’t help her escape me. No, my Issy will crawl for me and beg for my mercy.
“Did you ever think that perhaps you were never enough for me, Diego? That with you, I would have always remained the pitiful girl addicted to your perversions and abuse, despite your insane methods? I would have remained weak,” she hisses, her camouflaged eyes filled with malice, as a cruel smile crosses her pouty, full lips. As soon as I can, I will have her remove those stupid contact lenses, so I can see the blue fire that resides in her soul. I apply more pressure to her throat, feeling how she swallows her saliva in fear. My stomach drops at her words, even though I force myself to mask my emotions, and give her back a blank, unimpressed look. I don’t want her to see how the impact of her words is ravaging me. How could she spew such venom? Does she not have any love for me? Was I really nothing to her?
“Let me go, let us all go, Diego. I will never stop trying to leave you. I am tired of this war that we have been fighting since the first moment we laid eyes on each other. It can only end one way, Diego:utter destruction. I won’t beg or crawl, and I certainly won’t obey. I would rather die.”
Pure rage fills me, the touch of her skin burning against mine. She thinks that she can demand her freedom, that I will ever let her fucking go. She wishes for death instead of being with me, let’s see how she feels after I kill that son of a bitch. “You wouldn’t even be able to escape me in death,Princesa. I would find you even in the devil’s lair.”
I drag her to the door, pulling her through and instructing my men in rapid Spanish to keep watch on the room. The soft-spoken nurse Santiago brought with us slips into the room, carrying a large, soft, brown teddy bear I had one of my men go purchase cradled in her arms, to stay with Julia. A part of me wants to sit and just watch her sleep, I’m still struggling to wrap my mind around the fact that I have a daughter. She looks like a little angel, her dark hair spread below her, and her round cheeks swollen from all her crying. Fuck, I never could have even imagined that this was possible.Mine, that little girl is mine. My flesh and blood,a Cabano. I won’t take any chances now; I know that Stella Stratford is actively searching for us, and she wouldn’t hesitate to murder all of my men to get to me.Fucking insane bitch.
Once the door is firmly shut, and my daughter is safely behind it, I use one of my hands to yank my black leather belt off, while Issy tries to pull from my grasp. I slam her up against the wall, using my large body to trap hers while my hands fumble with the belt, and I manage to finally wrap it around her neck. I yank harshly, and it almost takes her right off her feet as she releases her hold on me, and tries in desperation to loosen the bite of the belt on her delicate flesh.
Her face begins to turn a dark shade of red, her eyes widening, and genuine fear finally crosses those features that I love. Is she scared of me now? Does she see the real possibility of her death at my hands? As much as I crave and love her, I also hate her at this moment. I loosen my hold on the belt, and she inhales a rush of air. She falls into a desperate coughing fit, her body bending forward as she attempts to catch her breath. “You won’t crawl for me,Princesa? Let’s just see about that. You forget who is the master, and who is the fucking pet.”
“Diego, please...” Issy tries to pull back from my hold, but my fingers tighten further on her new leash until a gasp of pain escapes her lips, as the silver metal buckle digs into her flesh. I wrap my other hand around her jaw and squeeze, until her lips pout up and look like a depraved fish. Dark satisfaction fills me, knowing that in a few hours, she will wear my fingerprints like a brand around her arm and face, and the mark of my belt will be on her neck. It’s not enough, though. The desire to leave bite and fingerprint marks across every inch of her skin is what I crave. I want her to look in the mirror and know that I own her, and that she’s breathing solely because I allow her to continue inhaling air.
More importantly, I wanthimto see that she was never his. That every single fucking inch of her was always, and will always be, mine. Call it being an alpha asshole, a caveman, or a fucking gorilla beating at his chest, but it’s an animalistic need that is rushing within me, and I have no desire to try to curb it. Why should I? She fucking belongs to me, and has forgotten her place is at my side.
I force her to her hands and knees like an animal, using the belt as her tether, and all the while she struggles to try to release herself. My hand reaches out and yanks the edge of that horrific dress up over her waist, until the round globes of her creamy ass are exposed, and I’m humiliating her further as she swaysfor my men to see. “You think you’re strong,Princesa, you’re nothing but a slut playing pretend.“ She tries to hold onto a doorway to prevent me from hauling her further, and my rage increases tenfold. She will not stop me from punishing her. Has she learned nothing in our time together? I will have my way, despite her tears and objections. I force her to come to a halt in front of one of my men. He immediately disguises his look of pity, and stares at the wall in front of him.
“Give me the taser you have on your belt,” I demand, and he quickly complies and hands it over to me, as Issy now struggles in a panic, gasping loudly in pain, at the belt tightening further around her neck in the silent hallway. I click the taser on, putting it to the lowest setting to shock her a bit, but not kill her, and the electric current sizzles as I bring it next to myPrincesa’sterrified face. “Deny that you love him,” I order and watch as tears cascade down her face.God, why is she so beautiful when she’s miserable?
She forces her lips into a straight line and stares at me with defiance, and the corner of my mouth rises.Oh, she wants to play?I’m never one to back down from a challenge, and Issy should remember how much I love to hear her screams. “Say it,Princesa, deny it.“ She remains silent, but her breathing is ragged, and her eyes are focused on my hand holding the taser. I can hear the shuffling of my men behind me, and I can’t have them thinking I am weak where she’s concerned. I must be ruthless with her, so they don’t perceive her as my weakness. I don’t hesitate, bringing the electric current to her exposed shoulder and shocking her. A hoarse scream exits her lips before she forces herself to swallow it, and I yank on the belt, causing her to lift into the air, her toes barely touching the ground as she gasps, and tries to pry her fingers underneath the leather to force some leeway.
I tilt my head, appraising her; what is it about this woman that intoxicates me? Even now, the desire to murder her and fuck her brutally war within me. I should just kill her once and for all, and free myself from whatever chain she’s managed to wrap around me. “Say it, Issy, or scream; the choice is yours, baby.” My eyebrow quirks with amusement as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, rather than uttering the words I crave to hear; her denial that he was ever anything to her, and that it’s always been me she loves. “Scream it is then, my broken doll,” I grin maliciously at her as my cock stiffens in my pants.
“Hold the leash taut,” I demand of my man, and he quickly complies, but averts his eyes from Issy’s struggling form, while the others in the hallway are doing the same. Issy’s head attempts to thrash back and forth, as her delicate face gets redder and redder with the wasted effort. If I want her to die here in this hallway, there is nothing that will stop that from happening. No one is going to save her from me. I use the palm of my hand to slide down the curve of her back until I reach her asscheek, and slam it down with force, the sound loud and jarring in the hallway, and almost forcing her knees to give way. “Maybe I should let my men each take a turn fucking this pretty ass of yours? Would you tell me anything I want to hear then, Issy? Would he want you back after so many men used you?” I tap the leash and nod to my man, and he loosens his hold on the belt, allowing her to take in a shuddering breath, but his gaze remains anywhere but on her.
“Pl... ease...” she whispers, and it amuses me to hear her beg, but unfortunately, those are not the words I desire to hear exiting her traitorous mouth. I slap her asscheek again, and she yelps. I lean forward and spit down the crack of her ass, the only thing blocking my men’s view of her pussy is a flimsy scrap of fabric. I have a moment of doubt cross my mind, she’s mine. I don’t want them to see what belongs to me, but the need tohave her concede overrides it. “Let’s try that again, my broken doll.” Her head shakes back and forth, as she refuses to comply with my demand. I thrust my hand forward and press the taser against her asscheek, and with my eyes firmly on hers, I press the trigger, and her body jerks as she releases another scream. “Kill me, just kill me!” She begs as I pull the taser away.
“Never.I would never give you the satisfaction of allowing you to leave me again.“ I slip a finger below the thin strap of her thong and press my thumb against her puckered hole. “You may have gained some strength,Princesa, but it’s never going to be enough to defeat me.“ I slam my thumb inside of her ass, and press the taser at the same time into her covered breast, and feel as the electrical charge forces her body to vibrate, zinging me through our connection. “Once a desperate slut, always a desperate slut. You may think you’ve changed, but I know better,Princesa. You still get off on the thought of men watching you while I take from you everything you have to give.“ I fuck her hard with my thumb, then pull back and slip the digit inside of her panting mouth, as pretty crystal tears slide down her face. “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, my whore?”
The desire to rip her panties off and fuck her into the ground, reclaim her while my men watch me conquer her, and she screams with both pleasure and the need for mercy, tries to wash over me. I give my head a shake to dislodge the images that are making me feral. No, it will hurt her so much more if I force that prick to watch me take control of her. She’ll struggle in shame and pleasure before I’m done.
I throw the taser at my man and rip the belt from his hands, as I drag her down the long hallway, and up a short flight of stairs of the safe house we are hiding in. The whole way, she crawls and tries her best to dislodge my hold, yanking back and choking herself, and trying to grasp onto doorways to stop my forward momentum, but it does nothing to help her. I’m evenmore furious that she has refused to forsake him to save herself. I’m determined to teach her a lesson, and she won’t evade her punishment, even if it means she stops breathing in the process. The two guards stationed in front of the door bow their heads with respect when I stop, dragging a panting Issy with me, until she stumbles and almost falls forward, my tight hold on the belt, the only thing preventing her from breaking her beautiful face.
“Nadie sale de aquí. Si alguien intenta entrar, dispárales. (No one leaves here. If anyone tries to enter, shoot them.)”I don’t bother to utter the consequences of disobeying my orders; they are both very familiar with what happens when I am unsatisfied. They both survived the jungle years ago. Hence, they are not eager to lay eyes on myPrincesa,and avoid looking in her direction. Good, at least they know how to obey their master.
“Si jefe (Yes, boss).”The one closest to the door opens it wide, and I yank a trembling Issy through it. She stumbles forward and falls to her elbows, preventing her pretty face from hitting the ground with a pained groan.“Ass... hole,”she cusses me under her breath, but I pay her no mind. She can call me all the names she wants, it won’t deter me or hurt my feelings. I’m the one holding her fucking leash.
“Isabella! Oh my fucking God, are you alright, baby? Has he hurt you? Release her, you fucking animal.” The sound of the cocksucker’s voice immediately grates on my nerves, and my other hand reaches for the large blade strapped to my thigh. I should cut out his tongue, so he can never utter another syllable. I should cut it off and fuck her with it, so she remembers who she truly belongs to.Me, she’s fucking mine.