Page 16 of The Queen's Serpent

It’s a good thing I am not easily swayed by what she wants. If I were, I never would have kidnapped her. In fact, I never would have touched her that first night back at her sister’s house, when I lured her out to the grounds and fucked her hard against a tree. All while she moaned like a slut, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vise, while she spouted words of denial, that she didn’t want me.

It’s an overwhelming feeling to know a five-foot-nothing, buck-twenty-wet Manhattan princess has you so messed up in the head, that you can’t function properly without her. Isabella Stratford has turned my whole world upside down, and it will never be the same again.

One of my burner phones beeps on the top of my desk and captures my attention. I swipe at the screen, and a devilish grin crosses my face.Carter Pemberton, my bro from another ho.

I throw the phone down, completely disregarding his message. I don’t give a fuck what Stella thinks or wants, and as much as I like Carter,but would never admit to it,he isn’t going to do shit to me. His threat is annoying, like a fly swatting at an elephant. If I have to squash the motherfucker if ever he comes for me, so be it.

I stroll out of the den, passing my armed men with stoic, menacing faces, and down the hallway toward my greatest desire, and also the largest provider of my stress. I don’t bother to knock, as I unlock the door and enter the space. My sudden arrival has her spinning around from her position at the window, and the air becomes trapped in my lungs.

I take her in as she stands there and glares at me.Fuck, she’s stunning, an angel lit by the sunlight that shines through the open shutters.My eyes narrow on the white sleeveless dress she’s wearing. The one I had placed on her body when I washed her a few nights ago. The way the sunlight is framing her, the whole fucking dress is entirely sheer. Did my men see her like this?I’m going to gouge out all of their eyes if they fucking did.

Her pretty, pink pussy and rose-colored nipples are plain to see through the thin, lightweight fabric. Her dark hair is tied up with a ragged piece of cloth, but even from here, I can see it’s dull and lifeless. Dark shadows stain the space below her eyes, and her face appears thinner and more gaunt than yesterday.

Dammit, I thought Raphael said she was doing better today? I watch as her chest rises and falls, and she swipes the back of her hand across her runny nose, and looks away from me to stare at a spot over my shoulder. I roll my eyes at her attempt to rebuke me. “Heard you want a bath?”

Nothing, only silence greets my words. I take a step forward, and her whole body flinches. Her lips are pressed tightly together, and I watch as her small hands tighten into fists at her sides.Ah, the silent treatment.Issy is throwing a tantrum like a fucking petulant child, and she thinks this will work on me.

If she wants to act like a spoiled brat, I will treat her like one. “Last chance to answer me, Issy. I don’t really care if you sit in your filth forever. When I want to use your cunt, I’ll fucking hose you down.”

Her angry sapphire eyes meet mine, her nose flares with anger, and I brace myself for the attack that is probably coming my way. In the physical state she’s in, it won’t take long to exhaust her. I don’t have long to wait before she races across the room, and tries to launch herself at me like a dark-haired banshee. She’s a butterfly swatting at a lion, adorable but annoying.

“I hate you,Diego Cabano. I fucking hope youdieout here in this jungle. That your men turn on you and bury you in a shallow grave,“ she screams in my face as I restrain her, and yank both her arms behind her back, holding them with one arm while my other hand slides up her heaving chest and grasps around her neck.

Her words sting, even though I know they are said from a place of anger and anxiety. Does she really wish I was dead? Would that bring satisfaction to her worthless life?

“I don’t give a fuck if you hate me, baby. I don’t need you to like me for what I want you for. The only thing I need is the use of your tight cunt, and your womb to bear my sons, Issy. I might take that smart, vicious mouth to shove my cock inside of and abuse, but trust me, your opinion, wants, and desires, mean very little to me.”

My fingers tighten around her neck as her eyes widen and tears slide down her face. The anger that is strumming through my veins at her words overrides my good sense, and the knowledge that she’s sick, and I squeeze until I am sure she’s seeing stars and almost out of air.

I’m about to give her the prettiest of hand necklaces so she can wear it, knowing that she can never escape me. Just as she’s about to pass out, I release my grip on her, and she tumbles to the floor, a pretty rag doll at my feet.

She splutters and gasps on the floor as I crouch down next to her, watching her try to reintroduce oxygen into her lungs.Watery blue eyes meet mine, filled with fear, as she tries to drag herself further away from me. The strap of her dress droops along her arm, and the tops of her creamy breasts are visible to my sight. The perfection of her creamy skin calls to me, and makes my mouth water with the desire to leave the imprint of my teeth on its surface.

I need to see all of her, all that flesh and sexy curves on display for me. I want to touch her, taste her, even fucking inhale her very soul. I scoop down and lift her into my arms, and she immediately finds the strength to fight my hold. She thrashes like a little bird caught in a snare, and it brings a chuckle to my lips.

“Release me, you piece of shit!” She demands, while slapping my chest and shoulders.

I swat at her ass hard and then hoist her higher into my arms. “Behave, or I will strip you naked, tie you to my dining room table, and let my men each have a turn inside your cunt.”

Nothing could be further from the truth. I would kill any man who even looked at her for too long, never mind touched her, but she doesn’t know that. She doesn’t understand that she is more than a plaything to me; she is my long game. My future is wrapped up in a small, beautiful, annoying package named Isabella Stratford, even though she doesn’t want to be.

She instantly stills in my arms as her frightened eyes look around frantically, as we leave the room that has been her prison for more than a week. From this moment on, she won’t be returning to it. No, myPrincesawill be sleeping in my bed, and waking to my cock in one of her holes daily.

I lower my head and allow my nose to graze the side of her head, inhaling her scent. Even unclean, her scent is an aphrodisiac to my senses. The feel of her weight in my arms helps to soothe some of the rage that cycles within me,demanding destruction and that I breed her, making her forever mine.

“You smell like shit,Princesa. I guess you’re a long way from being a Manhattan socialite now, aren’t you?“ I chuckle to myself at the outrage on her face, as I carry her into my suite and use my foot to slam the door behind us.

Chapter ten

Issy

“For love is no part of the dream world.Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.”

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll’s House

The door slamming has my blood pressure rising, and my attempts to get him to release me increasing. I don’t want to be confined to a locked space with him. Not because I actually fear that he will hurt me; no, I’m a masochist, and I know I willenjoyevery painful moment of what he does to me. I crave his brand of destruction, his insanity.

No, the real fear is that I have no willpower around him, and he knows it. He flashes those intense green eyes and that malicious, naughty smirk in my direction, and I fall to my knees to take his cock deep in my throat. I want to be hisgood girland please him.

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