Page 26 of The Queen's Serpent

We should tell her it was us the whole time, my mind hisses. I know that I should, that what I have done to her will leave scars on her soul, and on mine, but I needed her to break for me. I need her to finally surrender, and know that she is irrevocably mine. If I tell her now that it was, in fact, me, she could revert back, and she could fight me again. I can’t have that. I can’t have put us both through all that for nothing.

I carry her back into the compound, never stopping until we reach the safety of my bedroom, using the heel of my foot to slam the door behind us, and lay her across my white sheets. She’s out of it, completely groggy and sluggish, as I maneuver her on the mattress, removing the soiled towel and releasing the wet makeshift blindfold from around her eyes.

She looks so petite against the large bed, her dark hair matted and spread around her in thick, damp waves. Her pale skin now looks a shade darker than my sheets. My perfect doll, sobeautiful that, even in her current ragged state, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Her face is red, blotchy, and streaked with dirt from all her tears, and the turmoil I put her through. She has red abrasion marks across her porcelain skin, where it rubbed against the tree. Blooming bruises are already sprouting on her slim hips from my ruthless hold while I fucked her, and my teeth are imprinted along her neck and collarbone. She looks devastatingly stunning, covered in my marks. Each one a reminder of her defiance against me, a defiance that I was proud of.

Issy is mistaken, thinking that I only want to break her to make her compliant and reliant on me. That couldn’t be further from the truth. My desire is to break her of her weakness and lack of self-confidence. I want Issy to fight me. I want her to believe in herself, and see herself as the powerful creature that I know dwells underneath the facade of a broken doll.

Her thick, dark lashes flutter, and her stunning sapphire eyes stare up at me. There is still fear present in their depths, and it causes a pain deep in my chest. I don’t want her to be afraid of me. I want to be her safe haven, not the monster in her nightmares.Good fucking luck with that now, asshole.

“Rest, baby, it’s over now,” I lean forward and gently kiss her forehead, and her breath leaves her lips in a sigh as her eyes close again.

I get up and head into the washroom to get a cloth to clean her. As I’m running the small, white hand towel under the running water, I look at myself in the mirror, and the man I see staring back at me surprises me.

I still see the ruthless killer that I was made to be. The cartel boss who would end anyone who gets in my way. The image reflected back also shows me a man littered with scars, both externally and internally. More importantly, and surprising, isthe man who can’t deny what he feels for the woman lying in the other room.

In the past, turning my emotions off has helped me survive this cold and dangerous world that we live in, the one where any weakness can and will be used against you. The world determined to exterminate my very bloodline. The cartel life has no mercy or forgiveness.Ruthless. Cold. Deadly.Those are the words that we live by.

The deep scars on my body are a road map to my success, and tell a story of the unforgiving life I have lived. One that I know deep down, myPrincesawon’t survive, at least not in her current state. My mother didn’t, and she was stronger in spirit than Issy is. She was born into this world, and was used to teach my father a powerful lesson, one that I am doomed to repeat if I can’t keep my Issy safe.

Dangerous is what I have been raised to be so that I can survive, and now a pretty broken doll is trying to wear down all the strong and impenetrable walls that I have taken years to put into place. The thought that I should return her to her grandmother once again runs through my mind.She’s not safe with me.

Wouldn’t it be better to watch her from a distance, thriving, instead of watching her wither away or possibly die here with me? Is my need and desire for her more important than her survival?

I walk back into the bedroom to see her still lying in the same position I left her in. My eyes trail over her face, down her delicate neck, and over the rest of her body, my cock instantly stirring despite having just cum numerous times.Fuck, I want her again. I want to keep filling her until she’s bursting with my cum in all of her holes.

I make my way over to the bed and run the soft, wet cloth against her legs, wiping away the debris from the jungle floor,and the tree I forced her against. She has a gash on her shin from where she must have banged it against the tree. I lean forward and run my tongue over the tiny, red beads of blood on the surface, enjoying the explosion of her rich taste on my tongue. She moans and spreads her legs further, giving me a front-row seat to her pink, swollen pussy, which is still leaking some of my cum.

I run my tongue up the inside of her knee, spreading her warm thighs further, wiping any debris away with the cloth, as I follow behind with my lips and tongue. Cherishing every single drop of moisture on her skin, mixed with her own taste. I drop the cloth on the bed as my tongue reaches the apex of her thighs, and use both hands to spread her glistening pussy lips.

The combination of my cum and hers is still on the surface, and peeking from her swollen entrance. I run my tongue along one pink lip, and then the other, moaning deep in my throat as I get hints of her taste combined with mine.Salty and sweet, fucking delicious.

My tongue strokes against her hard, little clit, and a moan leaves her lips, as her head thrashes against the sheets. I use my forearms to keep her legs open wide and let my tongue feast against her swollen, slick flesh. Sucking and licking as her moans become hoarse cries, and I slip my tongue into her entrance, fucking her as deeply as I can with it.

“Dieegggoo, oh my God!” Her calling my name soothes a part of my abrasive soul, the one that had always been pitch black before I laid eyes on her.

I keep tongue fucking her, letting my fingers rub through her slit and helping to coax another orgasm out of her, with my thumb strumming against her sensitive clit and flesh. “That’s it,Princesa, ride it out, baby. Soak my face; I want to taste you gushing in my mouth.”

“Too much!” Her cry makes the tip of my cock weep pearls of cum. I need to have her swallow me as I consume her. I maneuver my body, forcing it to suspend above her on my forearms and toes, until my cock is against her lips, pressing between their warm depth, and my face is snug against her delicious pussy.

My tip slips between her lips, and her tongue lashes at it with a moan. I keep licking her clit and slip two fingers inside of her soaked cunt, fucking her slowly and as deeply as I can go, while my cock starts a slow thrusting rhythm inside of the warm heat of her mouth. The sounds of her slurping and gagging on me push me closer to the edge, and I thrust deeper into her throat, forcing her to take more of me down her tight column.

Her whole body tightens as I grab onto either side of her thighs, spreading her legs wide so I can lick down her pretty cunt and down to her crack, taking pleasure in her stunted moans, as an electric current runs up my spine, warning me I’m close to spilling inside of her mouth.

I slide my tongue inside of her back hole as I slip another of my fingers within her swollen pussy, and I pick up speed inside of her cunt. Her core tightens on my digits, strangling them in a tight hold at the same time her back hole compresses on my tongue, as a gush of warm fluid soaks my face. I love that Issy squirts. I know that it embarrassed her when we first started fucking, but it’s so incredibly hot.

I lick her through her orgasm as my own tightens my balls and races down my length, forcing my legs to wobble a bit and threatening my body to collapse and suffocate her. I pull back from her sweet cunt and lift my body off hers, my dick pulling out of her mouth with a wet plopping sound. A dribble of my cum drips down her lips and covers her chin. I move up her sexy body, my hand grabbing for her chin and holding her firmly, while my tongue slides out and licks up all the mess sheleft behind. My salty taste, combined with the rich taste of her release on my tongue, causes a deep growl to escape me.

Fuck, she tastes delicious all on her own, but the combination of the two of us is something I will never get sick of, and is quickly becoming my favorite flavor. My cock bobs against my tense stomach, refusing to relinquish its hardness. Who the fuck needs Viagra when there is an Isabella Stratford living and breathing? She’s a hundred percent more potent than any drug would be for my dick.

I pull back and realize with a chuckle that she’s passed out again. The deep purple stripes underneath her eyes worry me. Maybe I pushed too fucking hard. She’s still recovering from being sick and going through withdrawal.I’m a fucking psychopath.

Issy has this sweet innocent look when she’s passed out. One that calls to the monster who lives inside of me, the one with no self-restraint and respect for anyone else. She beckons sweetly to him to come closer, to rip her apart, hurt her, and it takes all my strength not to allow him free. Not to allow him to further damage the precious woman lying in front of me.

Guilt fills me as I walk back to the bathroom to get another clean cloth, determined to finish cleaning her and to let her rest. When I’m done wiping her down, and her body rests peacefully on the bed, deep in a dreamless slumber, I allow myself to lie beside her, cradling her in my arms, with my nose buried in her dark hair.

The beast and the beauty, a demon lying with an angel, those thoughts make a smile cross my face. I reach for her small hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling them to my lips.

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