Page 2 of The Queen's Serpent

“Princesa.”

The word is mumbled in pleasure, as a finger is slipped inside of my throbbing core and then another, slamming into me over and over, while my clit is circled and thrummed.Diego!

Fuck, it is the bastard who has me tied down. Some of my fear vanishes with the relief that it’s him, as pleasure once again starts climbing within, but so does anger. How fucking dare he tie me down and force pleasure on me? I told the bastard thatwe were done, and that I wanted nothing more to do with his psychotic ass.

What the fuck does he think he’s doing? Does the bastard believe this will make me change my mind? That he can put me in an orgasm coma, and I will relent and forget everything that has happened? Forget all of the shit he did, and how manipulative he is?Fuck, no!He can give me ahundred orgasms, and I won’t forgive him.

“DIEGO! STOP!” My voice sounds hoarse to my ears. His fingers stop moving inside of me, and for a moment, I swallow the fear in my throat that he wouldn’t listen. That he would do what he always does, and be the domineering psychopath that he is.

A low, menacing rumble, the sound laden with a cruel satisfaction that hints at wickedness and madness, greets my straining ears before I feel him pulling back from me. The sound crawls under my skin, sending a cold shudder through my body and the air, and signals danger and unpredictability. His strong fingers brush against my pussy lips, smearing my wetness before continuing across my stomach, then sliding between my breasts and wrapping around my throat, where they tighten, before I feel his body rising and hovering above me.

His grip is firm but isn’t stopping air from flowing, at least not yet, but knowing the fucker, it won’t be long before he does. “Oh,Princesa, you don’t make demands here. You’re not royalty now, just my favorite little whore to play with.”

He leans forward, his lips brushing against mine, his fingers tightening on my throat and forcing my lips to open, to siphon in oxygen that he’s quickly depriving me of. I can taste myself on his lips, my musky, sweet scent reaching my nose, and it has me swallowing a pitiful moan.

“Whhaat… have… you… done?” I get the words out before I have no air left, and his lips seal over mine, taking my ability tospeak. He licks at the inside of my mouth like a ravenous wild beast who is starving, sucking on my tongue even as I struggle to breathe, and dizziness attacks me. In another moment or two, I will pass out into complete darkness, and he doesn’t seem to care as he keeps taking from me without mercy.

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance; just as I’m about to pass out from the lack of air, he slams inside of me at the same time, and releases his brutal grip on my throat. The burn and stretch have me moaning and screaming at the same time, as he starts a thundering rhythm of slamming into me over and over again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is so loud in the air around us that it supersedes the sound of my ragged breathing.

“Mine. You are mine now, Issy. Mine to do with what I fucking please. Mine to fuck. Mine to hurt. Mine to use, and no one is going to stop me. Not you, your sister, or your bitch of a grandmother. Here you’re not a Stratford, Issy; you’re just a hole I slip my cock into.”

He thrusts one last time until his body is pressed flush against mine, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me as he fills me with his cum. His grip on my throat tightens once again, as he bites down on my chin and forces another scream past my lips. “I will never let you go, never.”

He pulls back from me, slipping from inside my soaked pussy, and I feel his weight move off of me before wetness greets my lips. “Be a good whore now, and clean off the mess you made on my cock,Princesa.”

He doesn’t wait for my acknowledgment, or even give me a moment to prepare, before he shoves his wet cock past my lips, the taste of our combined cum hitting my tongue with a bitter, musky combination. The fucking savage that he is, he doesn’t even give my throat a moment to adjust to his thick girth or long length, before he slams to the back of my throat, making me gagand tears race down my face, as his still hard cock begins roughly fucking my throat.

“That’s it, my dirty, spoiled slut. Show me how good you can take a cock in that traitorous mouth. How well you deep-throat a hard dick, Issy. You were born to be a whore, my whore, weren’t you, baby?”

I gag over and over, unable to breathe or stop him from brutalizing my throat and taking what he wants from me. My core tightens painfully, another orgasm beginning to rise to the surface with his cruel words, and the way he’s using me for his own pleasure. Shame and desire war within me at the way he’s getting me off with his violence and abuse. How, right now, I’m drenched between my legs, and my nipples are so painfully hard from his words and actions. As much as I want to deny his words, I’m the slut he names me. His slut, even though I don’t want to be.

His other hand reaches out, and he slaps my right breast hard, the spark of pain shooting down my chest and straight between my legs like a bolt of electricity, before he delivers the same treatment to my other breast. My screams are muffled by his cock inside of my throat as he slaps me again, and then pulls on my hard nipple until the combination of the pain and throat fucking has me seeing stars before my eyes.

“What a dirty whore you are; look at how far you can swallow my cock, Issy. My balls are sitting on your chin. It’s all the practice you had before me, wasn’t it, baby? It made you a pro, didn’t it? I bet you if I slip a couple of fingers inside of you, you’ll explode again, won’t you?”

He answers his own question by doing that exact thing and slipping three fingers inside of me, stretching me wide as he continues to fuck my face hard in tandem. I feel him stutter in his rhythm, and I know he’s close to coming down my throat. His fingers pick up speed inside my cunt until my whole body isshaking, and trembles are making their way through my core. I know he can feel that the orgasm he’s ripping from me is about to barrel through me. At the last moment, just as it’s about to crest, he pulls his fingers out of the inside of me and rips his cock from my throat, splashing my face with his cum.

He cums all over my lips, nose, and cheeks and even spurts into my eyes and eyelashes,the fucker. A groan of satisfaction leaves his lips as he makes a fucking mess of me. I force my eyes to shut, the stinging burning my eyes, as I inhale his scent and feel the warm stickiness sliding on my skin.Bastard.

His fingers trail through the mess on my face, almost gently and reverently. I can’t see him through the darkness, but I can picture his cruel face, the scar pulling along his skin, and his olive-green eyes filled with passion and hate.Always hate. Diego Cabano lives and breathes it. He knows no other emotion; it’s as much a part of his overall being as that horrific scar on his face.

“Release me, Diego. This has gone too far. You have gone too fucking far! I told you we were done.” I punctuate my words by pulling on my restraints forcefully. The fucker left me hanging, leaving me achy and needing release. A release that I know he will deny me. It’s his way of punishing me, making me crave something only he can give me. Violence and pain mixed with hate and satisfaction, it’s the story of us, after all.

I don’t know which one of us is more fucked up in the head. Him; for knowingly putting me through shit like this and taking me by force, causing me to crave him more, or me; for never holding my ground, despite my words and intentions to have nothing further to do with him. We are completely toxic together. We both feed off of each other, our sick depravities and kinks, and have become unhealthily consumed with each other. He brings out the very worst in me, calling it forward and playing with my emotions, like a maestro does a symphony.

I know I have to stay away from him. I have to hold my ground and stop being the weak, pathetic bitch who drops all of her resolve, morals, and panties, every time he pulls out that fucking cock of his. He’s not good for me. We are from two very different worlds. I know I can’t and shouldn’t be with him. I’m a Stratford heir, and he’s just some lowlife manipulative criminal from the underworld. Our worlds were never meant to connect. I should have never given in to the urges and desire to have him to begin with.

Horror and shame fill me at the recognition that if my grandmother only knew how low I have let myself fall, she would instantly have me shipped back to Manhattan, and locked up in the family compound. How dark my desires are, and how easily I allow him to make me his whore.We want to be his whore; he makes us feel so fucking good. He makes the pain feel so good, my mind whispers.

No, this time, we have to be strong. We have to pull back from the urges and the desires that he has awakened in us. We can’t let him win. We can’t ever let Diego Cabano own us; if he did, there would be no escape,ever.

Chapter two

Diego

“There’s treachery in her hips, rebellion in her heart & magic in her mind.”

Curtis Tyrone Jones

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