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“No, Isabella, listen to me, baby, you don’t have to do this. Fight, baby, I would rather die than allow him to rape you!”

“Rape?”I pull back and narrow my eyes in his direction. His fists are clenched tightly, ready to pummel me despite his precarious situation. His chest heaves in and out with laboredbreaths, and his skin is tinged pink along his thick neck and cheekbones. “I’ve never raped Issy. Is that what she told you?”

“No, you just tied her to a fucking tree like a sacrificial lamb, and let your men take turns fucking her against her will, you piece of shit!” His fury amuses me, as does his endeavor to make his body seem larger, in an attempt to intimidate me. He forgets himself, however. I’m the one with the blade and the gun, and he is only still breathing by my permission.

I yank Issy forward by her neck until her dark eyes meet mine. Her pupils are large and dilated.Stunning.“Is that what you think happened all those years ago, Issy? Do you honestly believe I let my men touch you? That any of them were ever inside of you,Princesa?”

The look of confusion that crosses her features causes my chest to tighten in discomfort. A twinge of horror crawls down my spine; all these years, she believed I allowed her to be used. She truly believed that I tied her to a fucking tree and allowed my men to gangbang her, like she meant nothing to me, like she hasn’t always been the most precious thing in my life.Fuck. I was sure that she had figured it out before she escaped.Jesus fucking Christ, no wonder she thinks I’m a monster.

“It wasalwaysme, Issy. There was never another man touching you. No other man was ever inside of you, it was only my cock and my cum that entered your pussy. I never even allowed them to lay eyes on you. I had them turn their backs, and make noises to make you believe they were enjoying themselves. I wanted to hurt you, break you, so that you could become stronger. I wanted you to understand that you were always mine to do with as I pleased, you still are, and will always be.”

“You psychotic piece of shit, you played psychological warfare with her mind. That memory has haunted her all these years. You think you were making her stronger by destroying her? What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t hurt the ones youlove!” Kai rushes me with his shoulder, the impact forcing me to have to release my hold on Issy, as we all go down in a tangle of limbs. His first punch makes contact with my jaw, the second with my neck, forcing me to choke on my breath. I use all my strength to wrap one fist around his neck, tightening until he gasps, and use my other hand, still holding the blade, to try to stab at his back.

“No! Diego, no!” Issy tries grasping the blade, and I miss her by inches.

Jesus fuck, I’ll end up stabbing her if I don’t release the knife. The stupid, irrational idiot has no sense of self-preservation, with her attempts to save the cunt on top of me. I use the strength in my legs to buck him off of me, and release my hold on the blade, fisting my hand and punching him where his gunshot wound is. He instantly buckles, and rolls off of me with a hoarse cry. I take advantage of his loss of momentum, and switch our dynamic until I’m on top of him, hitting him over and over, until he stops trying to fight me. With one last crack of my knuckles against his cheek, I fall back, and pant as I try to regain my breathing.

“Get off of him, Diego!” Issy screams, and I turn my gaze towards her, only for my heart to do a somersault inside my chest. Fuck, she’s managed to grab the blade and has it pressed against her neck. Would she really hurt herself? I see the moment she reads my doubts, and she presses the sharp blade into her skin, beads of blood instantly appearing as I release the cunt below me, and raise my hands in a need to placate her.

I can’t fucking lose her. Not now that I finally have her back.

Chapter fifteen

Issy

“True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.”

Sadhu Vaswani

Irealize the moment that he doesn’t believe that I’ll hurt myself, to get him to comply with my demand that he get off of Kai.Fucking demented asshole.I press the sharp blade against my skin, and clench my teeth as the acute pain slashes through me.FUCK, that hurts!My eyes continue to hold his, and I think I see a morsel of fear in their green depths, but he quickly hides it and masks his features.

“Put the blade down, Issy. We both know you’re not going to hurt yourself. You wouldn’t dare leave Julia motherless, and in my clutches.” He rolls his eyes at me dismissively, but climbs off Kai, who pants and moans on the floor, but doesn’t attempt to rise. An image of my sweet, little girl’s face enters my mind, and my hand trembles with the blade, nicking my skin again.What the fuck is the matter with me? How could I have been so reckless?

“Jesus fuck, give me the blade, Issy. You don’t want to hurt yourself,” Diego demands, in a soft voice that belies the strength behind the request. If I don’t give him the blade, he’ll forcefully take it from me. I can see the promise of it in his eyes. This situation is hopeless, and either way, I am trapped once again.

“Ple... ase... baby, give... it... to... him,” Kai gasps from the floor, clutching at his shoulder in pain.

I drop the blade to the ground, and it lands with a clatter. My whole body trembles from all the emotions and thoughts racing through me. Could I really have gone through with it? What the fuck was I thinking? I would have left Julia at his mercy. He would have killed Kai instantly, and my death would have only accomplished one thing:depriving Diego of me.I’m once again falling back into old habits, allowing Diego to turn me back into someone I no longer am.

Diego darts forward and grabs the blade from the ground, instantly tucking it back in its sheath on his leg. He’s breathing heavily, and beads of sweat have formed on his forehead. Hiscaramel skin is already red, and swelling near his eye and jaw, from where Kai got in some punches. If I didn’t know the man was barely capable of emotions, I would think he was experiencing real fear. That can’t be right, though. Diego only cares about power and growing his empire. He and Stella have a ton in common, yet they hate each other.Go figure.

“Are you alright, Kai?” I make a move toward him, and instantly, Diego strikes out and grabs a fistful of my short hair, ripping strands out, and causing tears to sting my eyes. He pulls me closer, until his other arm snakes around my waist, and savagely holds me pressed against every inch of his hard, muscled body. The heat coming off his powerful body radiates into mine, burning me with his touch, and my heart leaps into my throat.

“That was very brave, reckless, and stupid of you, Issy. He would have been dead thirty seconds after you took your last breath.” His hold tightens, crushing me. “You will never harm yourself again, do you fucking hear me? If you ever threaten me with your death again, I’ll have you fucking chained to a bed, and the only person you will ever see again will be me, when I come in there to fuck and use your holes.”

He forces my face to his with his violent hold on my hair, and his mouth crashes down on mine. He doesn’t wait for me to acquiesce, forcing my lips to part with his tongue and then plundering the inside of my mouth, all the while I struggle in his grasp. His rich taste invades my mouth as his tongue tangles with mine, our teeth clashing against each other, as he consumes me. A hungry moan passes between us, mine, his, or maybe both of ours. My body heats from his touch, as I stop fighting him and try to get closer, to bury myself inside of him. My body coming alive against him, and filled with need for what we have missed.Home. Danger. Destruction.Mine.

Hate flows through me, through us, together like a river of destruction. We despise the fact that we want each other with a vibrant, fiery intensity, even after all these years. I loathe that he took me, robbed me of years with my family, that I’m back here in his clutches, and am once again falling at his feet. He hates that he can’t let me go, that I consume him, that I ran from him and tried to escape his clutches. We are doomed to be forever entrapped by each other, neither one truly wanting to let go of the other, despite the animosity and contempt that lives within us.

His grip on my body loosens, as his hand trails over the globes of my ass, yanking me forcefully against his growing erection. Like the wanton slut he names me, I forget myself, as I rub my lower stomach against the hard, long length encased behind the fabric. The scent of his sweat, and his own intoxicating spicy scent, fills my nostrils and drives my core to contract, making me fully aware of how empty I am, and how his large cock used to fill me to the brim.

His fingers slip across my lower back, clenching one of my asscheeks, then the other in a tight grip, before his thick, rough fingers push aside my thong and slip lower, teasing my soaked slit and parting my slick pussy lips. He pulls his mouth away from mine, and I follow it, seeking more of his kiss. “So fucking wet for me. Look at how your pretty pussy knows its master, and beckons me home.”

One of his thick digits slips inside my clenching, empty hole, and a whimper filled with pleasure exits my lips, as I try to force it deeper inside of me. “More...“ The whispered word sounds too loud between our harsh breathing, and the only other sound I hear is of my heartbeat racing in my ears. I’m lost in a whirlwind that is all things Diego, my mind muddled and intoxicated with desire, and dark lust. He’s always been my favorite drug. Another thick digit slips inside of me as he starts a harsh, roughstroking, caressing my walls. I can feel my wetness coating my pussy lips and the sides of my thighs. The sound is wet, loud, sloppy, and obscene as I lose control of myself and my sanity. I buck my hips and part my legs, to give him further access, as I rise on my toes and my head dips back. His lips find my neck, sucking deep, and scraping his teeth against my delicate flesh, causing small shivers to tingle along my limbs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,“ my voice rises in pitch, as I moan over and over, as an orgasm begins ascending up my spine like a bolt of lightning, and all of my limbs tighten painfully. Just as the orgasm is about to crest, and my internal muscles begin fluttering inside of my needy cunt, Diego pulls his fingers from within my dripping pussy, and an outraged howl leaves me. “NO!Please... I was so close.”

Diego’s hold on my hair transfers to my neck, as he displays the fingers that were just inside of me near my face. Fingers that are now shining and wet, with the evidence of my body betraying me. My musky, sweet scent hits my nostrils, and another whimpered cry leaves me. He brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before groaning. “Fuck, I missed the smell and taste of your pretty cunt.“ His tongue slips out, licking my essence off his digits, and I feel more wetness escaping me at the seductive action. Jesus fuck, that’s depraved and erotic, and just makes me desire him more. My asscheeks clench, the pain from his earlier slaps, and the sharp bursts of electricity from the hallway, all adding not only to the depravity of the situation, but also to the intensity of my emotions. I know that something is wrong with me; how can I be allowing this to happen? How can I be falling so easily at his unhinged feet?