Page 40 of The Queen's Serpent

“Fuck, Diego… you… feel… sooooo… good,” she moans.

Fuuucckk, that hand necklace looks so pretty on her. I reach up, bracing her with just one arm while she tightens further on my throbbing length, and I wrap my fingers around her neck, slowly squeezing. Her pussy clamps down on my dick like it’s trying to suffocate it, and I can feel the tremor running through my body, as my balls tighten with the need to fill her pretty cunt with my warm, thick cum. I need to hold off, because I want her to accompany me this time.

The thoughts of filling her with all my creamy, thick cum, and putting a baby version of us inside of her, have my legs threatening to give out on me. Fuck, I need to get her pregnant, need to see her belly swell with my child.

“Baby, rub your clit for me. I want you to cum when I tell you. Can you do that for me? Can you be mygood girl?Myperfect slut,and cum when I do?”

“Yes,God, yes, Diego.“ Her hand slips between our bodies, and I back away a bit, angling my body and giving her room to work with, which also increases the angle I’m pounding into her sexy pussy at. Fuck, I won’t be able to hold off much longer. Her pussy is milking my cock, demanding that I release inside of her.

Her fingers start to move in jerky quick movements, circling her clit, and her cunt tightens painfully on my dick, making me falter in my next upstroke.Jesus fucking Christ, this woman is literally going to bring me to my knees.

“Baby, I need you to get there. I need you to cum with me.” Her pussy spasms again at my words, and her breathing becomes ragged, as I keep bouncing her up and down on my cock. My feet dig into the watery ground as I try to keep us both upright, and the orgasm starts to tingle up my spine. “Cum, Issy! Cum for me now, baby!”

A scream tears from her lips, causing the birds around us to take flight, as I slam one final time inside of her as hard as Ican and hold her to me, my cock twitching and emptying inside of her, and filling her to the brink with my cum. My vision threatens to go out on me, and my legs shake with the effort to keep standing.

Fuck, that was amazing and devasting all at once. To hear her tell me that she’s mine, that she belongs to me, while asking me to fuck her. I feel like the fucking king of the world right now, one who is trying desperately not to drown us both, as I try to regain my breathing.

I slide her off my semi-hard cock as I move us closer to shallow water, where I’m sure she will be able to stand without going under. She slides down my body and leans against me, still trying to get her breathing under control. Her beautiful, thick hair floats in the water all around us, my sexy water nymph, and I can’t stop the feeling of happiness that crests over me.

I grab her jaw with both my hands and cradle it softly, staring into her gorgeous eyes. My lips touch hers in small feather-light kisses over and over, unable to get enough of her. “I love you, Isabella Stratford. You are mine, and you will always be mine.”

Her eyes fill with tears that slide down her face as her lips tremble. She wraps her arms tightly around me, burying her face into my chest with an anguished sob. She doesn’t say it back. No words leave her lips affirming that she feels the same for me, and my heart feels like it plummets to my feet.

She doesn’t say it back. Fuck, does she not feel the same way?

Chapter twenty-two

Issy

“In time, the hurt began to fade, and it was easier to just let it go. At least, I thought it was.But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you.”

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

It’s been two weeks since that fateful day when I took a machete to a man. No, not a man, an enemy, and I helped end his life here in the tropical courtyard that I’m sitting in, soaking up the sunshine next to a chatty Alisa, who, for some inexplicable reason, has me peeling potatoes.I, Isabella Stratford, who had never held a potato before today, never mind used a potato peeler.

The very same courtyard where Diego Cabano had me strapped to a tree, and later let his men use me for their depraved pleasure, to teach me a lesson, to make me understand how powerless I truly am in the world of the cartels, weapons dealers, and monsters.

Two weeks since the man who kidnapped me from my family, and held me prisoner in a hole, made the sweetest love to me underneath a jungle waterfall. Then he shocked the hell out of me by confessing that he loved me, and I said nothing back. Not one single word escaped my lips as he poured his heart out to me, while I stared into his deep, soulful green eyes.

I know I hurt and angered him with my silence; I could feel it change the air around us the minute I didn’t say it back to him. I keep going over that moment in my mind. Why didn’t I say it back? Why didn’t my lips part and let spew the words thatI knew were right there? The ones that he looked desperate to hear.

How about because he’s a psycho who drugged and kidnapped you from your family, dragged you out to the jungle, and has done nothing but continuously try to break your will since you have been here?My mind snarks.

I have feelings for Diego, strong feelings, all-consuming feelings, feelings that terrify me down to my very core, despite all that he has done to me. Ones that I have only ever had for one other living person in my life, and I destroyed that man, and myself, with my weakness and selfish ways. I detonated us into such tiny fragments that there was no way to ever put us back together again. We became dust in the wind, gone as if we had never been.

A year ago.

“Where are you going, Isabella? Why are you always running away from me, huh? Am I not good enough for the rich heiress? Am I not worthy of being with a Stratford princess? Are you fucking embarrassed to be with me?” His blue eyes shine with misery as his strong jaw clenches. I can see it in every tense line of his body, how he wants to reach out and grab me, hold me against his wide chest, and never let me go.

A part of me wants that, too, but I know it will never work. He can’t fill the empty parts inside me. What is broken within me is no longer repairable, and I won’t drag him into my world. A world that would chew him up and spit him out, with no regard for the decent man that he is. The honorable man who it would corrupt, until he was just a passing memory.

My grandmother has warned me of the consequences of bringing him into our world. He would have to change everything about himself and adapt to survive, and therein lies the problem. I don’t want him to change who he is, the personI love, respect, and admire. I don’t want him to have to feel inferior just to stand by my side, and he always will as long as he is with me.

My world is toxic and destructive, and he is a ray of bright, warm light.

He comes from humble beginnings, and I come from a line of wealthy tyrants who built an empire with an iron grip, and will not settle for less than the best for the next generation, ensuring our name never dies, and our legacy lives on forever.

I am a Stratford born to a world of privilege, and he is but a simple man from a small town with no ambitions to rule the world. We could never work, and that knowledge breaks what is left of my heart.

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