Page 34 of The Queen's Serpent

My heart thuds painfully in my chest, and the sound of my blood whooshing in my ears is so loud that all of the sounds of the jungle just seem to disappear. My lips part with snarky words at the ready, but I swallow them down like a lead balloon.

He means every single word he just said. He has no intention of ever letting me go, and no amount of pleading or violence will change that. No amount of bloodshed will stop him from keeping me as his prisoner, latched to his side for all of eternity. It should repulse me, the knowledge that he truly believes that he owns me, that I’m his. It should make me fight harder to get away from him. To run into the wild jungle, and take my chances with the beasts that inhabit it, and the elements, but instead, my pussy floods, and my core tightens painfully with desire.

Desire for a man who enjoys using and hurting me in sadistic ways, who will control all of my wants and needs. One who is determined to bring me to my knees with his particular and sinister brand of insanity, until I’m just as unbalanced as he is and utterly consumed and addicted to him.

His other hand trails up my stomach, then my sternum, until it reaches the base of my throat, where his fingers still. Moans breathlessly leave my lips, and the blood inside my veins races through my limbs, causing everything to tingle in its wake. Fight or flight is still engaged, and the rational part of my mind, the part that is not currently succumbing to lust, urges me to fight and flee.

On the other hand, danger calls to me like a sweet siren, urging me to take all he offers. She encourages me to let him have his way with me. Promising that the pain and ecstasy that he’ll deliver will be worth everything that I’ve endured, even losing my mind for good.

Diego’s eyes are laser-focused on mine, refusing to release me from their hold, as if he can read the thoughts going through my mind. He leans forward, his scent invading all of my senses, and trails the tip of his tongue along the edge of my jaw, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise on my blood-streaked skin.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, baby?”Lick.“You know that every inch of you is mine, don’t you?”Lick.“You want to be my savage little whore, on your knees, willing and waiting to take my cock any time I want to fill you, don’t you, Issy?”Lick.

I want to dispute his words, to argue that I belong to myself and that I’m not his whore, but I know that if I open my mouth, only more moans will escape me. My nipples pucker as the flat of his palm rubs against my sensitive tips under his brutal ministrations.Fuck, fuck, fuck.I need to stop this. I need to fight him off somehow, even though my body recoils at the mere suggestion.

“Open your mouth, Issy,” his voice has gone husky with his demand as he treats me to a sinister smirk, one that has a shiver racing down my spine. When I don’t comply quickly enough with his request, his fingers tighten painfully around my throat,constricting my airflow and causing a ragged gasp to leave my lips. “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”

His head leans forward, his lips pressing against my bottom lip as his teeth sink into the pillowy, soft flesh that still tastes like his enemy’s blood. He bites down and pulls until my mouth is forced to open and widen for him, and a tear makes its way down the side of my face, the saltiness hitting both of our lips simultaneously.Fuck.

“Fuck, your tears taste delicious,” he groans.

He gathers spit in his mouth, and before I can pull back or try to close my mouth again, he spits deep inside my mouth until his taste is mixed with mine at the back of my throat. “Swallow,Princesa.“ Satisfaction shines in his depraved eyes when I do, a growl vibrating from his throat.

?Holy shit.

His fingers dig painfully into my throat, so much so that I know I will have a new hand necklace to accompany the one that he had already left, as he eyes me questioningly. I don’t know why that thought has me strung tight, with heat flooding across all the planes of my skin as desire courses through me.

He releases his hold on my breast, and his hand makes its way to my face, caressing my cheek reverently, gently even, before slapping it. The sound is instantly swallowed by the jungle surrounding us. There are no birds, no wildlife, and not even the sound of the wind blowing through the thick canopy of trees. There is onlyus.

“So beautiful. So delicate and broken.” I open my mouth to cry out, and he takes that opportunity to spit inside once again. It’s crude, disrespectful, and repulsive, but it’s also one of the hottest fucking things he has ever done to me.

His grip on my neck forces me down to my knees at his feet. The feeling of the rough dirt and the jungle floor digging into my bare flesh, as the ruined dress sticks to my body, is justanother element that causes further longing to race through my bloodstream on overdrive.

Dirty fucking slut, the words slither through my mind, and rather than avoid them, I embrace them.

So what if I enjoy his brand of degradation, depravity, and insanity? That I savor his willingness to use me. That deep inside of me, inside those parts that I hide from the light, I want him to control my very breathing, and make me his puppet. Does that make me a whore? Does it make me his broken doll, as he claims?

At this point, I no longer care. Let me be whatever he wants me to be, just don’t let this feeling, this need inside of me disappear. It fills the hollow, dark, and tundra-like parts deep within me. It gives me a purpose where there wasn’t one, even if that purpose is just to be his plaything.

“Pull your dress off slowly. Show me what belongs to me.”

His eyes darken with lust, the pupils blown and swallowing all the pretty green as his breathing picks up. His chest rises and falls and I’m mesmerized by its actions, by the fact that it’s me having this reaction on him. His hands release their grip on my flesh, and instantly, my body craves them back. I feel bereft without the heat of his touch.

I slowly pull the hem of the dress up my thighs, taking the time to run the soiled fabric and my fingertips along my heated flesh, then higher towards my aching core, exposing my naked pussy to him with a mischievous quirk of my lips.

An anguished groan leaves his lips when he gets his first glimpse of my swollen flesh, which I can feel is glistening, waiting for his touch. The wetness coats my pussy lips and the sides of my thighs, warm and slick. He licks his lips, hunger evident on his face, and it gives me a spike of energy, makes me crave to push him further, to have him completely lose control.

I continue to move the bloody fabric past the planes of my stomach and over my ribs, teasing him with each inch that is revealed to his waiting eyes. His nostrils flare, a bull waiting to charge, and I can see his impatience and need flowing through his body’s tightness. His shoulders flex, and his strong throat swallows, forcing his Adam’s apple to bob. I want to bite it. I want to suck on it and leave my own marks.

I clench my thighs tightly, trying desperately to produce some friction for my needy clit, which throbs, waiting for attention. He catches the movement, and one side of his mouth rises in a knowing smirk as he raises one dark brow.Fucker. Of course, he knows how much I want him. Yet I’m not alone in my needs, and the huge twitching bulge in his pants tells me he’s just as ready to ravish me as I am him.

I stroke my fingers just below the round globes of my breasts, teasing my flesh as I slowly raise the fabric further until my areolas are exposed to the warm air, and I hear his sharp intake of breath. Not wanting to miss even a moment of his reaction to my body, I rip the fabric over my head and discard it to the side. My breasts feel swollen and achy, needing to be touched. Both my nipples are stiff peaks, waiting for his fingers and his mouth.

“Pull on your nipples and roll them between your fingers. Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

His voice is pure sin, growly, and incredibly hot. I can hear the tight leash he has on his control, allowing no room for negotiations, just demands, and I want to smash it. To see him wholly shattered, just like he does to me. I hanker for his actions to turn unpredictable, and to have him decimate and devour me whole.

I grab both of my nipples, pulling on the tips, rolling them between my thumbs and pointer fingers before squeezing them tightly, the bite of pain making further wetness flood my pussy.Fuck, I want his mouth on me.I want him to suck and bite down on my nipples, and make me scream like only he can.

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