Page 5 of Venomous King
“Do you remember where you told me the seagulls like to play in the sand, and waves feel like magic at twilight?”
“Seagulls, waves?Isabella, just tell me where you are, so I can come to you to keep you safe, please, baby.“ Her words aren’t making any fucking sense. Panic sets in that I have no idea what she’s talking about, and she’s in danger and needs me. Why is she being so cryptic? Fuck, she’s in so much danger and alone. Someone is hunting my beautiful rose, and I am here, unable to protect her. I fist my hair and rip out strands in my agitation, and my muddled mind hyper-warps into sobriety.
“Come find me in the waves, Kai, and keep me a secret, or it will mean my death.”
The line goes dead, and I release a massive, frustrated shout, and punch a hole in the wall next to me. “No, no, no, fuck! Please, baby, call back. Call back, Isabella! FUCK!”
I try immediately redialing the number, but it gives me an out-of-service message.Fuck, she’s gone.I run over her words again and again in my mind. She’s being hunted by whoever took her. She must have somehow escaped her captors. She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s alive, she said it would mean her death. Why call me instead of her family if she’s scared?
FUCK! Where is she? She’s not safe out there unprotected. She needs me to come to her, but she doesn’t want Stella or her sister to know. Is that because they pose a danger to her?Are you for fucking real right now? Of course, Stella Stratford poses a threat to her. She’s the fucking reason she was kidnapped to begin with!
I have to be careful here; Isabella is in danger, and for all I know, someone might be watching me to get to her. I wouldn’t put it past that psycho, Stella, to have me under surveillance. I run Isabella’s words through my mind again, slower this time. She said, “where seagulls like to play in the sand, and waves feel like magic at twilight.” She told me to come find her in the waves.
Her words force a memory to the forefront of my muddled mind, and images start playing out, as if they happened just yesterday.
“Where you grew up, was it beautiful, Kai?” Isabella lifts her dark head from my chest, and stares up at me with stunning crystal blue eyes; eyes that remind me of a dark night and arctic waters. She’s so beautiful, almost otherworldly, like my own precious fairy brought to life. She’s my delicate rose filled with thorns, just waiting for me to hold her tightly, and pluckall her pretty petals. How I managed to even capture her attention is still a mystery to me.
I know that she is entirely out of my league. She’s a gorgeous, wealthy heiress from Manhattan, from one of the most powerful families in the world, and I’m a farmer’s son, without two pennies to rub together, and a stack of student loans that are drowning me.
A chance encounter at a charity event, sponsored by her family, for one of the women’s shelters I volunteered at, led us to meet. The minute I laid eyes on her, my breath became trapped in my chest, and I couldn’t even get out a proper introduction, stumbling over my own name like a loser. She gave me the most endearing smile that reached all the way to her eyes, and in that moment, I fell deep under her spell. She instantly became mine, and I saw my future laid out before my eyes. Isabella Stratford was going to be my everything.
I haven’t left her side in months, content to play her white knight, and give her a safe space to hide from the world, the limelight surrounding her, and the expectations placed on her by her family name, and demanding grandmother.
I run my fingers slowly and reverently through her long, dark hair. The scent of her perfume rises, to further entice my senses. Everything about Isabella Stratford is captivating. She was never meant for mortal men; she’s a pixie fairy just waiting to flutter away on a warm breeze. My head lowers towards her face, and I can’t resist capturing her soft lips. She opens immediately for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss further, my tongue swiping against hers, as more of her body finds its way across my prone form.
Fuck, I need her. I will never get enough of her. I wrap her long hair around my fist, yanking it until I bow her neck, and I can take from her all that I desire. Little breathless moans escape her, and have my cock rock hard and trapped betweenus. I drag her petite body more fully into my lap, and she moves to straddle my hips, rubbing her perfect pussy back and forth over my rigid length. Her hands make purchase with my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, and ripping a groan from my lips. She knows how much I enjoy her scratching and marking me up. Fuck, yes, more.
My hand trails up the side of her abdomen, until I reach the soft globe of her braless breast. I love that she very rarely wears a bra. She strains against me as I cup it, and use my fingers to pull on her stiff nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Jesus, I need a fucking taste. I pull my mouth away from her delectable lips, and trail open-mouthed kisses down her jaw until I reach her neck. My teeth graze the soft skin until she shudders above me, and I sink them into her soft, warm flesh, knowing how she gets off on the hit of pain. She’s fucking perfect for me.
“I need inside of you, Isabella. I want to feel your pretty pussy strangling my cock,” I groan into her flesh as I pull her off of me, and force her to stand before me. “Strip, baby. Show me what belongs to me.”
She stands shyly before me, her dark strands partially covering the side of her face until only one of her stunning blue eyes, and half of her sensual lips, are visible. I slouch down further on the sofa, unbuttoning my pants and lowering my zipper, as her eyes watch my actions intently. Her tongue snakes out and brushes against her plump lower lip, that I long to suck and bite. I need her with an urgency that is starting an eruption of wildfire through my veins, but I force myself to slow it down and give her what she needs. Isabella needs to be loved, devoured, and tamed, and I mean to do all three, for as long as she’ll allow me.
At her hesitation, I raise an eyebrow. “If I have to strip you, baby, you know I’ll punish you.” A deep exhale leaves her, andher small hands make their way to the hem of her shirt, where she plays with the fabric, lifting it up an inch or two and then dropping it back down. The corner of her lip tilts up in a mischievous grin, and just like that, I know my girl wants to play, and I’m so fucking ready for it.
“You naughty little rose, I’m going to make that ass red for disobeying me.” I lunge forward and grab a fistful of her shirt, yanking her closer, and ripping the shirt in two down the middle. Her pale, soft skin looks luminous in the room’s dim light, as I feast my eyes on her soft, blush-tipped nipples, standing erect and waiting for my mouth to devour them. My arm bands around her body, forcing her to lean backward and allow my lips to grace her soft stomach, and trail upwards, until I reach the underside of her small breast. Her skin is so velvety, so delicious, so fucking mine. I allow my teeth to sink into the soft flesh, and a whimper escapes her mouth. Her hands find their way into my thick hair, and they yank me closer. Fuck, the hit of pain almost has me losing my precious control. I don’t want to hurt her, and at the same time, I do, because I know we will both enjoy it.
It’s my turn to grin against her skin, I can hear how worked up she is already, her breaths are leaving her in needy little pants, and her toned thighs are rubbing back and forth tightly, looking for friction. “Kai... please,” she begs, her tone desperate, and filled with arousal. Jesus, she’s so fucking sexy. Everything about her is filled with temptation. It’s as if I was a drowning man, and she was a siren leading me willingly to my death.
I take her engorged nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue until she’s writhing in front of me, and her head tilts backward, allowing all that glorious hair to cascade toward the floor. I release her nipple with a pop, and use my hand on her chest to push her back. “Is your pussy soaked for me, littlerose? Are you dripping down your naughty thighs, just waiting for my cock to fill you up?”
She nods her head while sliding her hands teasingly up her abdomen, until she’s cupping both her breasts and twisting her nipples. Fuck. I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek, to stop all the blood from draining from my brain, and heading straight for my dick. “Remove your pants and underwear, and bend across my lap, Isabella. You need to be punished, baby.”
She slowly complies, rising and releasing her grip on her round breasts, and sliding her hands into the waistband of the black biker shorts she’s wearing, before pulling them and her panties down her legs, until they pool at her ankles. I finally get a glimpse of her pretty, pink pussy, and the small, neat landing strip of dark, neat hair nestled just above it, leading to my favorite place. My mouth fills with saliva at the desire to eat her up. I can smell her arousal, and her pussy lips are slick with the evidence of how turned-on she is for me. Fuck, I want to lick, suck, and devour her, but first, I have to teach her a lesson about disobeying me. “Are you ready for your punishment, slut? Does my pussy need to be spanked?”
She steps out of her bottoms and climbs up on the sofa like a sleek cat, ready to purr for her master, laying her body across my lap with her legs partially spread, and her sexy ass up in the air. My large hand graces across one of her round, thick asscheeks, enveloping it, and squeezing tightly, before rearing back and slapping it hard. The sound is jarring, as a gasp leaves her lips, and her flesh tinges red immediately. “FUCK! KAI!”
I strike her again in the same spot and then rub her heated flesh, before repeating the motion on the other side. “You can take it, Isabella. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You want to deserve my cock, don’t you, baby?”
I slip my middle finger through her slick folds until I reach her opening, and tease her with just the very tip, refusing to enter her. A groan of frustration emanates from her mouth, and I use my other hand to slap her asscheek again, and plunge my finger inside of her simultaneously. I work my finger deeper, slipping in two more until she’s clenching around me. “Are you going to be my naughty good girl, and do what you’re told?”
“Ye... yes...” Her breath leaves her with a ragged gasp, as I pick up my speed and thrust inside of her, until my fingers are buried in her warm cunt. I pull my fingers suddenly from within her, and spread her moisture on her asscheeks, before spanking her once more. Her skin is becoming a beautiful shade of red, and it excites me that I can see my handprint on each side. Stunning.
“Get down on your knees before me, and take me in your mouth.” She scrambles from the sofa and kneels between my spread legs, sliding her hands seductively up my jean-clad thighs, until she reaches the spread sides of my pants. Her slim, dainty fingers reach inside and free me from the confines of my boxers, releasing my hard, weeping cock, and I shudder in her grasp. Fuck, I am so turned on that, if I’m not careful, I could come right in her slender hand. The things this woman does to me. She wrecks me with just one touch, one kiss from her mouth, one glance from her eyes. Mine.
“Mmmm,” a moan leaves her lips, as she uses her thumb to slide my precum across my slit, and down the ridges of my head. She gives me a stroke from root to tip, before taking me in the warm heat of her mouth, pulling me back out, and licking the head like a fucking ice cream cone. My eyes almost cross with the amazing feeling, and my balls draw tightly. Fuck, don’t fucking cum, I try to talk myself down from the ledge. Thenaughty minx hasn’t even taken me to the back of her throat yet, and I’m ready to explode; that just won’t do.
I slap her right breast with the palm of my hand, while my other hand digs into the hair at the back of her head. “Don’t tease me, Isabella. Take me to the back of your throat like my perfect little slut.”