Page 46 of Venomous King
“Take that, assholes!” She races and grabs another plant and throws it, and both Kai and I scramble to our feet to avoid it, and it crashes where we just were. Fuck, I think I broke something inside of her, she’s completely lost her shit. She releases a high-pitched scream, and birds fly from the trees surrounding the property, and into the air in fright.
Kai charges at me. “Look at what the fuck you’ve done, psycho! She’s lost her fucking mind!” My eyes never leave myPrincesa, watching as all the layers she has tried to wrap around herself, to keep us at bay, shatter under her immense fury.
Her rage destroys me, and threatens to bring me back to my knees and keep me there, as I watch it consume her. It intoxicates me and rolls me under her spell, a place I never want to be free of. My beautiful broken doll, all her parts fractured, yet stunning. We are just two messed up people that fate decided needed to meet. Whether that is because we lit a fire in each other, an eternal flame that cannot be extinguished, I don’t know. She is broken, fucked up, damaged, and I am the same. I cannot live without her, and I won’t allow her to live without me. Together, we are an explosion, earth-shattering, devastating, and destructive in the best ways.
She’s exhausted. Her limbs have finally stopped moving, and she’s ceased mumbling irately to herself. I watch as she takes enormous gulps of air, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective way. I move towards her, refusing to allow her to retreat back into herself. Kai’s hand reaches out and wraps around my wrist, forcing me to look his way. Once our eyes meet, his grip tightens before releasing me, and I make my way to my greatest prize. Does he see what I see before my eyes? Does he see our Issy, the woman that we both love, and can’t be parted from? The one that has spent weeks denying her need for comfort from us. My strong and beautiful queen, the queen of serpents, who has more than proved that she is a survivor.
I reach forward, and my fingers graze against her chin, forcing it to rise so her eyes meet mine. The beautiful icy blue clashes with my green fire, and it causes my chest to tighten, and feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of my lungs. Is thiswhat they mean when they say souls know each other? Because I swear, I feel like a part of me burns from within, at just the feel of her skin and the way she’s looking at me.Mine.My body, heart, and mind know what Issy briefly forgot; she is, and has always been, mine.
“Don’t do this...” her words are whispered, but they are deceptive, I can see the need rising within her. Her lips part, her tongue peeking out, and then brushing against her lower lip, as her eyes dilate. My hand moves lower, tracing the slim column of her neck, and she shivers at my touch. I allow my fingers to slowly encase the length of her throat but not tighten. “Diego...” the word rumbles against the tips of my fingers, and I apply just a tiny amount of pressure. “You are mine, broken doll. You have forgotten who your master is, it’s time I remind you.”
I pull her forward by her neck and crash my lips against hers, biting down on her bottom lip to force her mouth to open, so I can taste her and get my fill of what I have spent weeks denying myself. What she has spent weeks avoiding the truth of; she is mine, and no one can take her from me. Not our enemies, not her grandmother, and certainly not fucking fate. There is no Diego without hisPrincesa, and I won’t allow there to be an Issy without me in the picture. If I have to end her life myself to prevent her from destroying herself, I will, and then I’ll follow her into the ever-after because, without her, there is no point in living.
She tries to pull away, pushing against my chest with her hands, but I tighten my grip on her neck in a warning, and soon, instead of pushing me away, her fingers are twisting in my shirt and pulling me closer. Her lips roam over mine, our tongues tangling together as we both consume each other like fire and oxygen, one cannot survive without the other. Her body tries to climb me like a tree, and I use my other hand to grip underneath her ass and push her upwards, until she can wrap her legs firmlyaround my waist. She rubs herself over and over against my hard cock, the friction making my eyes want to roll in the back of my head. I release her mouth, starving for air as much as I am for her. She gasps as her hands find their way into my hair, and her fingernails scratch across my scalp, even as she continues to ride my dick through our clothing.
A groan catches my attention, and I realize that we have left Kai just standing there watching us. A part of me, the malicious part, wants to make him watch me take her back, so that he realizes that he was always her second choice, and that I am her true mate, but I can’t. He loves her too, and he has died a little more each day, far from her warm sunshine, and as much as I don’t want to share her, I also know she needs him too.
“Kai, come here and welcome our girl back.” He doesn’t hesitate, as if he was just hoping and praying for a morsel of her love. He reaches forward, his hand cradling her face gently before his lips meet hers. At the same time, she’s still wrapped around me, and her legs tighten around my waist, her pussy pushing against my cloth-covered cock. I can feel beads of precum slipping from my slit and coating me, as her little whimpers reach my ears. It’s erotic to have her grinding on me while kissing him. I release my hold on her neck and grab both her asscheeks firmly, moving her body up and down against my rigid length. “Fuck,Princesa, you feel so good.”
She moans as one of Kai’s hands reaches for the round globe of her breast and squeezes, while the other hand slips into her hair and pulls on her strands, controlling her so he can consume more of her. Fuck, I need inside of her right now, but she’s wearing fucking pants, and we are too exposed to prying eyes where we are. Eyes I would have to rip from skulls, for getting a glimpse of my girl. I take a step forward, and Kai matches my movement, never breaking the seal of their mouths.
My eyes search for how far we are from the door. Fuck, mere feet, but it feels like miles when I need her so much. I take another step and then another, balancing her on my cock and forcing her to ride me, as I push against her needy pussy. She moans over and over as Kai, the lucky bastard, swallows the sounds. Once we get to the door, I shove my back into it, and it crashes open as I push the three of us through it. My fingers dig into the fabric of her pants, ready and willing to rip them apart, so I can bury myself in her heat.
A moan sounds loudly and hoarsely in the air, but it doesn’t come from any of us. It’s like I threw a bucket of cold water over Issy, and she immediately freezes, her body no longer soft and supple under my grip. She pries her mouth from Kai’s, even though he keeps attempting to lead her back to him. Her hold on his hair is no longer passionate, as she yanks his head forcibly away from her. The change is instant and dramatic. She goes from being my passionate Issy to the guarded and angry one.
“NO! Release me!” She pushes against my hold, until I have no choice but to drop my grip from her asscheeks, allowing her to slide down my body, and she stumbles away from me the minute her feet touch the floor.
All of our eyes turn at the sound of another moan, and what greets my eyes has my eyebrows reaching my hairline. Antonio Sanchez, the head of the Sanchez cartel, and Sonja and Joaquín’s father, is chained and suspended by his arms and legs to the ceiling, and he’s a bloody fucking mess.
Fucking Stella Stratford, the bitch really did get me a gift.
Chapter thirty-two
Issy
“A blooming love, a beautiful lie.”
Teenage Wrist, Afterglow
Diego shoves us through the door, and I almost lose my balance, but his strong fingers sink into the skin of my asscheeks, and I release a moan into Kai’s mouth. I’m burning up; fire feels like it’s racing through my limbs, and my body is overheating. Alarms are blaring in the back of my head that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t want this, and that I shouldn’t desire them, but I’m ignoring them. For just a brief second in time, I don’t feel completely damaged, and I can finally breathe again. My heart pounds in my chest, forcing me to acknowledge that I am alive, that I am still here and not lost in some vast nothingness, where every day I lose more and more hope, and the last vestiges of myself.
We stumble into the pool house, Kai’s fingers tightening on my strands, until the fresh bite of pain causes my pussy to further weep as I rub my clit against Diego’s hard cock. Fuck, he feels so good, I need him inside of me, filling me up, until there is no me and him but only an us. I crave that connection, that fire with both of them. I want them to chase the monsters and nightmares away. I want to be the woman I was before, but stronger, so that what happened to me can never transpire again.
A moan sounds loud in the air, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. What the fuck was that? My whole body locks up tight, and I stop kissing Kai. His lips keep trying to meet mine, but I turn my face away and use my grip on his thick, blond hair to force him away. Fear slithers through me, wrapping me back up in its thick tendrils and threatening to drown me. “NO! Release me!” I push against Diego’s confining hold, the memories of being held down by another monster attempting to rise and strangle me. I force him to release me, and as I slither down his body, revulsion fills me at my wantonness. How the fuck could I have lost control like that. How could I have allowed them to touch me, to use me again to satisfy their own needs?I’m disgusting.
I stumble away, my hands rising to ward off the violence that is sure to come from denying them what they want. A part of my mind is trying to tell me I’m wrong, that I am locked in a delusion, and that neither of them wants to hurt me, but the terror is real, and I can’t risk it.
Another pained moan sounds in the air, and all our eyes turn in that direction. It’s like being stuck in a horror film. There’s a beaten and bleeding naked man, suspended from the ceiling in Stella’s pool house by his chained arms and legs.What. The. Fuck.Bile races up the back of my throat, and I wrap my arms securely around myself, to ward off the chill that envelops me. Jesus fuck, what has my grandmother done?
“Holy shit,” Kai utters as he takes a step in shock, away from the scene before us, but Diego doesn’t. In fact, the psycho moves forward towards the man, with a grin splitting his face. A malevolent energy radiates off of him, as his strides take him within a foot of the man who attempts to desperately open his blackened and swollen eyes.
“Antonio Sanchez, what a beautiful present Stella has made of you for me.” His words have my breath halting in my chest.Sanchez.He said this man’s name is Sanchez. I force myself to look at the man more closely, even as I feel my jaw dropping. Is he someone who was there? Did he help abduct Julia and me? He’s older, closer to my grandmother’s age. His graying hair is covered in matted blood, and plastered to his skull. There are bruises and gashes all over his large, flabby body. He opens his mouth to moan again, and I can see that his front teeth have been shattered, and the inside of his mouth is coated in blood.
“Let... me... go.” The words are almost a whisper, and I have to strain to hear them.
A vicious chuckle erupts from Diego. “Go where, Antonio? Your children are bothdead, your family is inruin, and your cartel will be a mereghost taleby morning.”
Children?Oh my fucking god, he’s those monsters’ father. He’s the head of the Sanchez Cartel. How was Stella able to capture him? The last I heard, he was on the run, along with any remaining members of his organization. My grandmother was sparing no expense or mercy, hunting them all down, one by one, for what they put Julia and me through. Diego’s father, Manuel, has been helping her, vowing to get vengeance against all that dared touch his family. Their cooperation was terrifying to watch, and even though Stella held back information from me, I was still able to gather bits and pieces about what was happening around me.