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A deep, rough moan fills my ears just as whoever is inside of me pulls rapidly away, and I feel wetness hit my feet. A chuckle rents the air. “Looks like he preferred to cum on the tree than fill your whore pussy, Issy.”

His words are my undoing, and whatever strength I had left to fight him, to continue my defiance, leaves me. “Pleaaase, Diiieeegggo,” I sob, the shame of my demise filling me.

“Have you learned your lesson,Princesa? Who do you belong to?“ I can hear the note of satisfaction in his deep voice, and I hate it. I hate him.

He knows that he has won and broken me, but what he doesn’t realize is that there will be no repairing the damage he has inflicted. No part of my mind and soul can survive, not only what he’s done but knowing that, on some level, I enjoyed it.Dirty, weak whore.

“You,” my voice sounds broken and defeated to my own ears. The sound of the man shuffling away from me gives me a moment to try to inhale a ragged breath, one that becomes immediately trapped in my lungs, as another hard cock slides inside of my pussy without warning, taking me hard and rough. Pushing me savagely into the tree bark and forcing my skin to rub against its surface. My breasts are crushed below me, but the friction from the soft towel and the rough bark pressed against them has that electricity soaring within me, immediately igniting.

“Vuelve al maldito trabajo,“ Diego yells, and more tears pour down my face. Even my breaking for him, admitting defeat, won’t have him calling off this punishment. He’s determined toshatter me, and so he shall until there is nothing left of my mind, body, and soul but dust.

The man uses me selfishly, without mercy, his actions filled with contempt, as if this is all I am suitable for. A doll made to be his plaything and nothing more. A whore to use any way that he deems appropriate, even if that means he shares me with his fellow soldiers.

Fingers brush against my clit, sliding between my pussy lips even as his cock keeps up a punishing rhythm. A thumb rubs circles over and over on my hard nub, causing all the hairs on my body to stand on end. A rich scent invades my senses, trying to get me to process that I recognize it, but my head is in a dark place right now, and my thought processes are all overwhelmed.

“That’s it, beautiful doll, shatter for me. Show me how much you enjoy me fucking you like a whore, while my men watch.”

Relief fills me to hear his voice and know that it’s him inside of me, that he hasn’t let yet another man use me. Diego bites down on my shoulder, his teeth stinging along my flesh. “Come for me, baby.”

His words are my undoing, and my orgasm spills over me, causing heat to flush my body as every one of my limbs tightens against the tree bark. My body absorbs each of his harsh, powerful strokes, my cheek pressed against the bark of the tree as his forearm presses against the back of my neck, giving me not even an inch of control over my own body.

I cum all over his cock, squirting and soaking him, and my shaking thighs. My release drips down my legs as he grunts one last time, and fills me with his cum. He stills deep inside of me, breathing harshly next to my face.

I swallow, his heavy breath mixing with my ragged own. “Please… Diego. Please… please don’t hurt me anymore. I… I’m… yours.”

My words are my signal of defeat, my white flag flying high and present against my enemy. An enemy who has not only won, but also shown me how weak and inadequate I am at the game. Every part of me is exhausted and drained. There is nothing left to fight with, nothing left to give.

He’s not only an enemy, but is a psychopath, willing to use anything at his disposal to force me to realize what and who I truly am. How is he not aware of how psychotic his actions are, and how he’s hurting me, not only physically, but emotionally?He doesn’t care; you are a prize, nothing more.

My body is tense against his, the tremble of pain racing through my limbs even as I continue to shake below him. He leans forward, and my breath becomes even more distraught, waiting for how he will hurt me next. Confusion cycles through me when his lips land tenderly, and almost reverently, against my shoulder.

“Eres mi todo, princesa.”

The emotional tone in his voice has me releasing all of my weight, and sagging in the restraints and against him. I have no idea what he’s just uttered, but the tone alone assures me that, for now, he is done punishing me.

At least, that is what I pray for, but with Diego Cabano, mercy may be a pipe dream.

Chapter fourteen

Diego

“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast.I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.”

Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

Her body sags against me, entirely depleted of everything. She finally submitted to me thoroughly, and it was beautiful. Beautiful in a way that I only dreamed was possible. In a way that I will forever cherish in my soul, because it confirms the truth. I know in my heart that she was meant for me.She is mine.Her words echo in my mind on repeat, and I almost regret my actions for a moment. Regret that I had to go to these lengths to force her hand.

“Please… Diego. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I… I’m… yours.” Her voice sounds shattered, as if a part of her has come utterly undone. A sense of foreboding enters my mind, and causes a chill to race down my spine.

I’ve no doubt in my mind that those words will play on repeat in my nightmares for years to come. How could she honestly believe that I would allow anyone to hurt her? That I would permit any man to lay a finger on her, never mind insert their cocks inside of her, while I stood and watched? MyPrincesastill doesn’t seem to understand what she means to me.

This game I just played with her was dangerous. I can see it by the hungry expressions on my men’s faces, as they move silently away from us and back to their duties. Would any of them attempt to touch her, now that they have seen how beautiful shelooks and sounds as she comes undone? How many more men’s lives will I have to end before this is all said and done?

She’s worth it. I meant what I just whispered to her. She is my everything, she’s just too stubborn to see it.

One day, I hope that Issy realizes that the only man who was inside of her was me. The whole time, it was me touching her, bringing her pleasure. Although my men stood by with their backs turned away from her, and participated in my vicious game of deception as I commanded them to, she was never truly in any danger of them being inside her. My cum is what slides between her legs, and it was my load that landed on her feet.

I reach around and untie her arms from the tree trunk, and her knees instantly give in, causing her to slump. I grab her petite body and pick her up, cradling her in my arms bridal style as her head snuggles into my chest. I don’t bother to look in my mens’ direction, giving all of my attention to the small, fragile creature who attempted to defy a demon in my arms.

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