Page 21 of Venomous King
“Kai!” Tears of relief instantly rush down her face as she tries to crawl towards him, but I’m quicker. I slam my foot down on her lower back, yank on the belt strap, and use my other hand to grab a fistful of her hair. “Ahhhh!” The scream that exits her lipsis a soothing balm, and helps to keep my rage just under the edge of exploding.
“I don’t think so,Princesa. You will not fucking touch him, or I will cut out whatever piece of flesh you touch. I didn’t bring you here for some sweet reunion.“ I turn my gaze away from her pleading eyes, and meet the stare of the man that I’m sure wishes my death, just like I want his. The difference is that I can make my desire happen, and he’s just a deplorable loser who is about to suffer for his part in my misery.
“Let her go, Diego. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hurt her,” he pleads with me, his pained expression trying to beseech me.What a fucking weakling, this is what she left me for?I take in his appearance; what remains of the suit he was wearing to marry my Issy is bloodstained, and in tatters. His light blond hair is matted with blood and sweat, and pressed against his scalp. He’s pale, probably from the blood loss and the shock. That doesn’t stop him from rising from the sofa and squaring his shoulders, ready to meet me in violence.Oh, maybe there is a backbone under that goody-two-shoes appearance.It doesn’t matter, he’s going to die either way.
A grudging nugget of respect starts inside of me before I can prevent it. He’s willing to face the monster before him, with nothing but his bare hands as a weapon, to try to save the woman he loves, for his family. Regardless of any respect I might feel, the truth remains:this man took from me, and for that, he must suffer and die.A cruel chuckle exits me. “You have no idea what I want. You don’t know me,pendejo (asshole), but make no mistake, mine will be the last face you see when you go to meet your maker.”
I drop my hold on the belt, and pull my gun from the side holster across my abdomen, as she scrambles further away from me, and I point it at that miserable fuck she would have married.“Will you crawl and beg forhislife,Princesa? Is his life worth your newfound pride?“ I throw her hateful words back at her.
She returns to her feet unsteadily and takes a hesitant step towards me, and I can see the indecision displayed on her face. Does she think she can sway me with whatever pleading words will leave her traitorous lips? She should save her breath; his death was written the minute she left me, and went to him. I straighten my arm and press the muzzle of the gun against her delicate, soft cheek, the belt still dangling from her neck, and I hear a loud growl from the fucker. I lean forward and lick her cheek, cleaning up all the saltiness from her tears.
A smirk crosses my lips, he doesn’t know that I would never kill her. I would rather end my own fucking life, but making her scream, now that is something I enjoy wholeheartedly. “What will you sacrifice sohisheart keeps beating? Because,Princesa, I would have given up anything and everything for you, even my fucking life.”
“Diego...” Her voice falters at my words, and a crystal tear slides down her face. The sight should appease me. Instead, it causes hot, angry lava to race through my veins. It’s too late for her regrets now; the damage is done, and I will have my retribution. Both of them will pay in blood and pain, to assuage the toxic feelings that are suffocating me.
“Strip off that fucking dress, Issy. It offends me to see you in it,” I snarl, hoping that she defies me, so that I can rip it off her myself while he watches.
“Enough, asshole! Just end my life and this farce. We both know you won’t allow me to keep breathing much longer. I would gladly give up my life for Isabella andmydaughter, Julia. Get behind me, Isabella. I won’t allow him to hurt you, baby,“ Kai utters with conviction, as if he isn’t standing there completely weaponless, and with a gunshot to the shoulder. He’s trying to provoke me into ending his life quickly. I should havelet the fucker bleed out, rather than instructing Santiago to keep him alive.We did it for them, for both our girls.
I shove past Issy until I’m standing before Kai, raising the gun and pressing it firmly between his frightened light blue eyes. “You shut your miserable fucking mouth. You stole not one but two precious things from me. Your death is inevitable. What’s up for negotiation, is how much you will beg for mercy, and death, before I’m done with you, and who’ll watch you die.”
Issy strikes forward and tries to place herself between us, forcing me to pull my arm back or risk accidentally discharging the weapon and killing him, and possibly injuring her. No, he hasn’t suffered enough, he hasn’t seen how pretty she is when she begs me for salvation, when she cries with my name on her trembling lips.
“If you torture him, if you murder him out of some misguided need to possess me, possess us, we will never forgive you. You will be showing Julia the monster you truly are. She’ll never forgive you for murdering her father. You will have to live with knowing that you’ll have destroyed your own child. You will also have dug my heart’s grave, Diego. Any love I had for you will die with him.”
Kai’s hand rises as if he intends to touch her, and a growl escapes me as I bare my teeth at him like a feral animal. If one of his fucking fingers touches her, I won’t be able to hold on to my precarious control, and I’ll end his life right now.
“I’m her fucking father, Issy.Me.You stole her like a thief in the night. You deprived me of knowing my own child. You call me a monster, but you’re not any better. See, my broken little doll, we were made for each other after all, two villains that can’t help themselves.”
A humorless laugh escapes me, as I place the gun in my holster, replacing it with a large blade from the strap on my thigh, and brandishing it in my hands. The metal gleamswickedly sharp in the meager light, and Issy’s face pales further, as she staggers away from me on unsteady feet. “Don’t do this, please, Diego.”
“Now,Princesa. You know I have little tolerance for being disobeyed,“ I observe with satisfaction, as she reaches for the zipper on the back of the ruined dress, even as her eyes plead with mine. When she sees no mercy in their depths, she turns to stare at the fucker she would have married.
“I’m sorry, Kai. He will kill you, I... I can’t allow that to happen.” A fresh crop of tears slide down her blotchy red face. The dress opens and slides down her arms, to pool in a puddle of ruined silk at her feet, and I get my first unobstructed glimpse in years of her beautiful body, clad in only white sheer lingerie.
Fuck, she’s even more beautiful than I remember.Her previous delectable curves have filled out over the years and become lush. My mouth waters with the need to take her perky rose-colored nipples between my lips, and suck them hard until she screams for me. My eyes trail down her skin, which now has a golden sunlight tinge to it, instead of the pale luminous flesh I remember, across her trim waist, and down her firm and toned legs.Fuck, I need those wrapped around my head while I devour her pretty pussy. A smirk rises as I notice the imprint of my palm, red and angry, on her ass. There will be so many more before I’m done with her. My eyes take stock of the new small, neat scar, just above the waist of her panties. Is that how she brought my daughter into the world? I have so many questions, but I doubt myPrincesawill answer them voluntarily. No matter, I will rip them from her, just like I do her screams.
“Jesus,Princesa, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.“ I step forward and allow my fingers to trace her small, rounded shoulder, even as she trembles and whimpers before me. I should feel guilty, knowing that I’m frightening her,but at this point, nothing could stop me from getting my fill of her, not even the fucker still breathing the same air as her.
Mine. Every part of her is mine. Mine to ravish, mine to abuse, and mine to destroy.
“Stop this! How can you claim to love her but want to hurt her? What the fuck is the matter with you, psycho?” Kai steps forward as if to block her from my sightline, and a growl rumbles from my lips. My fingers tighten on the blade’s handle, and in my mind, I see his throat being slashed and his blood pouring out, like a river of red down his body.
“Kai, please don’t move. He will kill you, he’s looking for any reason to hurt you.”
A smirk makes its way to my face, and I bare my teeth at them. “I don’t need a reason, Issy. The mere fact that he has touched you is enough. The mere fact that he continues to breathe after looking at you, is enough to warrant his death.”
I turn away from Issy, and focus all my attention on the fucker that has had what belongs to me for years. It’s time to make him bleed, one sharp cut at a time. “Did you know that your precious Isabella is a degradation slut? That she enjoys being called a dirty slut and acting like a whore, ready and willing to be used?” I take the last step between us and wrap my scarred hand around her delicate neck. The feeling of her pulse rapidly beating against my fingers is an aphrodisiac, and my cock hardens further in my pants.
“Did she tell you that she gets off on being watched? That she enjoys men observing her as she gets fucked hard and dirty, taking all of her holes and filling them with cum? Have you ever experienced her in a drug-induced stupor, offering herself up to anyone that will feed her habit, like a crackwhore?”
I tighten my grip until her next breath falters and wheezes out of her. “Has he had the privilege of watching you beg to have your ass filled, hmmm, baby? Does he know how you like to betaken against your will, how you get off on being treated like just a hole to be filled?”
She struggles in my grip, as her pretty face flushes and her sexy body tenses. I watch with complete satisfaction as she tightens, and rubs her thighs together. Even now, in this dangerous situation, where I could easily end her life, and that of her lover, she still gets off on my dirty words. She’s still my filthy little whore, she’s just been playing house with someone else. She can’t conceal who she truly is from me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice when he realizes she’s aroused, too. The look of shock and crushing disbelief on his features, helps to push down some of the need for immediate violence that is encompassing me, and brings me a streak of satisfaction. “You didn’t know she was a whore?Pity, she’s at her best when she begs like a twenty-dollar hooker, aren’t you, my beautiful doll?”
I raise the sharp blade, and a low whimper escapes her lips as I ease off on my hold around her neck. I trace the tip of the sharp blade along her collarbone, making my way down her chest until I reach the flimsy fabric of her strapless sheer bra. With one downward motion, the fabric parts like a ripe peach, exposing the soft, round globes of her breasts to my feasting eyes. A drop of blood forms on her beautiful skin, and it immediately calls to me. “So beautiful, Issy. My fucking pretty jewel.” I lean forward and press my lips to the side of her head, and a small moan rents the air around us. “Slip the panties down your legs, let him see how wet you already are for me, my little slut.”