Page 13 of The Queen's Serpent

How many men have used myPrincesa?How many of them have seen her blitzed out of her mind, and taken advantage of her weakness, her cravings? I will never let another man have her. I will never allow her to beg anyone else but me.Mine.

She falls to her knees, the sound of her flesh hitting the floor another nail in the coffin I will bury her in. Her eyes never leave mine as her whole body trembles before me, goosebumps sprouting across her pretty porcelain skin, even though the room is hot as hell.

I roll the bottle between my fingers, ensuring her jewel-tone eyes follow the movement as her lips part, and a needy mewling sound escapes her. “Look at how desperate you are, so pathetic.” I pretend to drop the bottle to the ground, and she dives for it, her whole body hitting the floor hard in desperation.

I shake my head in annoyance at her and make a tsking sound, as she realizes that I have no intention of dropping the bottle and am just tormenting her. “Crawl to me, Issy. Crawl to me like the whore you apparently are. If you do everything I tell you, if you please me, my little slut, then I will give you a taste.”

She hesitates briefly, anger and outrage crossing her features, and my breath stalls in my chest.There she is, my girl. My fighter is trapped in there, and she’s ready to hand me my balls. As quickly as the expression appears, it disappears, and she gets on her hands and knees. Her body trembles as her full, round breasts sway below her, as she arches her back like a feline and crawls across the floor to me.

Fuck. She is perfection.Her skin calls to me to paint it red with the print of my hands. To leave all of my fingerprints across that porcelain surface, and to carve my name into her flesh so all who admire it, can see that she is mine.My property.My whore. My doll to play with. The desire to dig my fingers into her hair, and yank her around with it like a leash is almost overwhelming.

She stops crawling when she reaches the edge of my black combat boots and sits back on her bent legs, her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing, and her eyes stare up at me with her dark lashes clumped together with diamond tears. She is so beautiful in her desperation, pure sinful temptation for a weaker man.

“Undo my pants, Issy, and pull out my cock. Open your fucking whore mouth and put out your tongue.”

I brace myself into a wide stance as her fingers crawl up my pant leg and reach for my zipper and button without hesitation, opening both and then slipping inside and unleashing my hard, throbbing cock from the confines of my boxers. My crown is already slick with precum along its surface. She uses her thumb to brush across it, spreading more of my weeping pearls across the sensitive flesh, which has a shiver racing up my spine.

I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the moan that wants to escape my lips. “Put me on your tongue, slut,” I instruct her, moving my lower body slightly forward so that I can graze the tip of my cock across her pouty, pink lips. Her hand tightens around my girth as she strokes me once, then again, and places my cock on her waiting wet tongue.

I use the hand not holding on to the bottle to reach forward and grasp a fistful of her hair, forcing my hard cock further into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, making her gasp and choke on my length. She splutters and tries to pull back, tears cascading down her face, but I tighten my grip further. I fuck hard and fast into the back of her throat with powerful thrusts, the sounds of her gagging and choking on my length egging me further on, to unleash more of my violence.

I want to hurt her. I want to destroy her like needing her is doing to me. She makes me feel weak in my desire for her. Hopeless because I cannot let her go, even though every fiber of my being knows I should walk away from her, and never look back.

“Look at what a cock whore you are, Issy. How pretty you look swallowing my dick. That’s it, baby, take all of me down that pretty, delicate throat. Swallow me, all the way down until you choke, baby,” I grunt, thrusting and fucking her face without mercy.

Her breathing is coming in harsh pants, and her body is both trying to pull away from my relentless treatment and move closer. I watch as she tightens her thighs, rubbing them together to try to give herself some friction on her needy clit. My whore is turned on by the violence I’m showing her. I shouldn’t really be surprised; Issy enjoys being degraded and used. She enjoys being treated like a slut.My slut.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut. You don’t get anything out of this other than the fucking drugs you crave.”Thrust. “That’s whatyou desperately want, isn’t it, Issy?”Thrust. “It’s what you’re willingly giving me your mouth and your body in exchange for, isn’t it?”Thrust.

The words are getting harder and harder to utter, as electric tingles race up my spine with the coming orgasm. I shove my cock as far down her throat as I can go, until her airway is completely blocked and her nose is pressed against my pelvis, her wet tears and saliva coating my skin. She smacks my thighs and sinks her nails into my flesh, trying desperately to force me to release her just as my orgasm reaches its peak, and I cum in thick spurts down her throat.

Fuck, that feels amazing.Her throat is so tight as I cum inside of it. She gags and chokes on my length, and cum pours out of the sides of her lips and down her chin, making her look like a dirty, messy whore at my feet. “That’s it, my dirty, drug whore; swallow all of it down, baby. That right there is your drug.I’myour fucking drug, Issy.”

She tries to pull away from me again, and I release her, letting her skid backward as she swipes at the dribbles of my cum and spit on her cheeks and chin. Her blue eyes glow with an inner light as she stares back at me with watery lashes, the tears continuing to fall as she tries to catch her breath. Her chest is pink with a blush and wet with my cum. I watch as a drop makes its way between her full breasts, to continue its journey south toward my heaven.

Fuck, I’m still hard. Even face-fucking her like a savage mere moments ago has done nothing to cool my craving for her or, worse, my rage. Would she have let Raphael face-fuck her for a shot of morphine?

My hands tighten into fists, almost crushing the bottle in my grip. The answer is right there in front of me, in the form of a woman who would let me further use and debase her, even now. Her eyes are locked on my fist holding the glass bottle. Jesusfuck, how much of this shit have they been giving her to get her to this state?

Some part of me knows it’s not right to use her addiction against her. To debase and humiliate her for something she is struggling to control. Something she was trying to move past before I threw her in a fucking hole, and let one of my men pump her full of painkillers, unknowingly bringing her back to this version of her before me.

Addiction is an illness, and my Issy is fucking sick, and I want to be her cure. To do that, I’m going to have to shatter her some more, in the hopes that when she hits rock bottom, she takes my hand to pull herself back up.

“You’re just a broken little girl hiding under the Stratford name and all your money, aren’t you, Issy? You’re weak and pitiful, nothing like your sister or grandmother.” I crouch down before her, her gaze holding mine even as small, pathetic sobs leave her lips.

I reach forward and grab her chin with my fingers, tightening until she flinches. “I won’t allow you to be weak. I won’t give you the satisfaction of escaping me, Issy. Not your body and certainly not your fucking mind. You belong to me now, and I can do what I want with you, and Issy? No one is going to stop me, not even you.”

I return to my feet and take a few steps towards the door, her eyes following my every movement. “DIEGO!” Her voice comes out choked as she calls for me in a panic. God, I love the sound of my name on her lips, but not like this. I never want to see her like this again.

I lift the bottle of the drugs she was willing to do anything for, that she would have betrayed me for. This small, clear glass bottle signifies all of her weaknesses, the broken parts within her, the ones I want to put back together, even if they are jagged. With one last look at her beautiful, deceitful face, I throw thebottle against the wall and watch as it shatters, spilling all its contents on the floor and wall.

Her scream as she rushes towards it reminds me of an injured animal, one that knows it’s about to be eaten by a predator.

“There will be no further drugs, Issy, you could be fucking dying, and I will make sure you are given nothing. You will never be this weak again, or I swear to you, I will end your fucking life, but not before I take your sister and grandmother from this earth.”

I open the door and leave the room, slamming it behind me and locking it, to ensure she can’t escape. A loud thud crashes against the door, followed by high-pitched screams. I drag my hands down my exhausted face; every part of me is tense.

The threats are piling up at my door, trying to find their way inside my haven, and the one person I have sacrificed everything for was willing to betray me for a little glass bottle.

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