Page 3 of The Queen's Serpent

I watch the fear, confusion, and anger cross her features in the barely visible light. MyPrincesa, my Stratford prize, mycaptive. She has no idea yet how much danger she is in right now. She believes she’s still safe under her sister’s roof, under her grandmother’s thumb. She doesn’t realize that I have taken everything from her. That when I am done, there will be nothing left of Isabella Stratford but a name once spoken of in high society. A memory of a privileged, spoiled girl who once looked like a porcelain doll. My own fairytale fucking Snow White for me to use and own.

No, Isabella Stratford will be forgotten, stolen away by a villain, ripped apart piece by tender piece, and buried in a deep, unmarked grave. The same grave she would have buried her feelings for me, and our relationship, in to save face with her grandmother. She would have left me behind as if I never mattered. As if I hadn’t awoken parts of her she never knew existed, as if she didn’t belong to me.She fucking belongs to ME!

“Release me, Diego. This has gone too far. You have gone too fucking far! I told you we were done.”

Done?We were never done. We will never be done. Not while she has a breath still leaving those deceitful pouty lips. Not while that heart inside of her chest still beats. The same heart that waswilling and ready, to walk away from me like I was nothing to her. No,I say when we are done, and I never will.

Not even when she truly is long gone from this fucking, miserable earth, and I am left here alone. I will follow where she goes, because Issy and I will never be parted again. Not in this lifetime or the next. She is mine, and I mean to have her always, with or without her agreement.

Does that make me insane, a stalker and a kidnapper?I like to think it’s all part of my charm, along with the fact that I feel no regret for what I have done, and will do, to keep her.

I spread my warm cum along her beautiful ivory skin and stunning features, wanting it to be absorbed by her very pores. Every part of Issy will have me inside of her, coating her, tainting her. She needs to be covered in my scent and essence, as a reminder to herself that she belongs to me, and as a warning to others of who her master is. My brand will be plain to see.

My whore, my doll, my Princesa.

It’s a lesson I plan to teach her every single day until she can’t think of anything else. Until I tell her to crawl to me, and she falls to her hands and knees in obedience, and does it without a moment’s hesitation. I will break Issy Stratford, and reassemble all her precious and privileged jagged pieces back together, in the image of a woman who knows she is mine. One who will never leave my side, no matter who comes for her or beckons her.

She will have no other family aside from me. No other safe harbor will be available to her. I will be her beginning and her end. I will be her everything, and she will be mine, and together, we will rule this new world that I plan on building. Issy Stratford will be my wife, the mother of my children, and my fucking queen, or she will die painfully and never see her family again.

“I would save your breath, Issy; your words mean nothing to me. You’re in no position to make any demands. You are nolonger within the Stratfords’ reach, and they can’t stop me from having you.”

I move away from the bed I have her confined spread eagle to, and reach for the room-darkening curtains, pulling them back with a yank and letting the bright jungle sunlight penetrate through the dark, shuttered windows. I open them wide and take a deep breath of the humid, thick, earthy jungle air, and it helps to subdue some of the rage her words are causing to rise within me.

The gasp that leaves her lips is a soothing balm to my wrathful soul, and brings me so much pleasure that I turn back around and watch, as her eyes finally adjust to the light and make out what she’s seeing. A sarcastic and cruel chuckle leaves my lips.Sorry Dorothy, you’re not in fucking Kansas anymore. You’re now in the kingdom of Oz, or more like the Kingdom of Diego.

No one will find her here, deep in the South American jungle. Even if her grandmother looks for her in my family’s home in Columbia, she will never discover her thousands of miles away, in a completely different country, buried in the deep, treacherous, and uninhabitable jungle. No, no one is coming to save her; I made sure of it.

“Where the hell are we, Diego? What the fuck have you done?” She screams and thrashes against the thick mattress, making more of my precious cum escape her pretty, pink cunt. The desire to push my fingers back inside of her, and force the cum to stay within her, starts to ride me, but I force myself to stay where I am. I, too, will have to learn to control this obsessive need to touch her.

“Your new kingdom, Issy.” I turn back around slowly, motioning to the thick wooden walls, and out through the window at the dense and high tree tops. “You’re a jungle queen now, yourfucking majesty.”

“You kidnapped me? Are you fucking insane? Do you know what my grandmother will do to you?” She continues to scream as my cum dries on her pretty face. Those bright, sapphire blue eyes shine with malice and incredulity in my direction, pulling a massive grin from me that has me baring my teeth at her.So fucking beautiful when she’s angry.

Her ivory skin is flushed with the heat and her rage, the marks I left already sprouting all over her body. My eyes trail down to her perky breasts, to see the red welts visible from the slaps I gave her, her pink nipples still hard and peaked, making my mouth salivate at the thought of another taste of her.Fuck, I want her again right now.

My eyes continue down her chest to her stomach, where I left a trail of my cum drying and flaking on her skin, to her pink, swollen pussy covered in my cum and spit. There are red marks from my facial scruff on her thick thighs, which are already blooming with my fingerprints from when I held her in my rough grip, while I ate her cunt to my satisfaction, and then fucked her raw.Mine.

My cock twitches once again with renewed need, and precum beads at the tip. Maybe I should take her ass too, so that I have my fill of all her holes?Who am I kidding?I will never get my fill of her. I could spend every waking moment for the next twenty years buried inside of Issy’s holes, and it would still not even make a dent in my desire for her, the need that constantly courses through me to be near her, inside of her, and possess her.

“I took what was mine; a Stratford heir. You are fuckingmine, Issy, and you thought your words would part us. That you could walk away from me like we were nothing, and like you didn’t belong to me.”

“SHE’S GOING TO KILL YOU, DIEGO! I don’t fucking belong to you! When she finds me, and she will, asshole… you know shewill tear the whole world apart to find me, especially after what happened to Mia. How could you do this?” A sob leaves her lips, and tears slide down her flushed face. They are so beautiful, like shining diamonds sliding down her skin, that I am momentarily mesmerized by them.

“She will never find you, Issy. The tracker she had embedded is gone. I removed it before you even left your sister’s property. You were all drugged so those rich fuckers from Casbury could take Mia, and I seized the opportunity to take you. You’ve been gone already for four days,Princesa. You are so deep in the jungle that no one will ever find you.”

I move forward again, reaching out and grabbing her chin and forcing her to stare deep into my eyes. I want her to see the madness that resides within me. The anger that she provokes to the surface, every time she denies that she belongs to me. The rage that festers, because she thought she could walk away from me.No one fucking walks away from me!

“No one will ever find you, Isabella. I made sure of it. You are as good as dead and reborn to this new world, where you will live here with me as my property, as myfucking queen.”

She tries to pull her face away from my grip, but I tighten my fingers until I know I am hurting her and probably bruising her soft, delicate skin. “You mean as your captive, Diego. I will never be anything else. I will never stop trying to leave you. I HATE YOU!”

Her words sting, making a tightness appear in my chest. Do I think she truly means them? I stare into that bottomless blue, and see the truth within their depths. She will never stop trying to leave me.She will never succeed, not while breath is still in my body. I will never release her from her fate.

Her words push me over the edge of the rage I was trying to leash. I quickly unclasp her legs from the restraints, and then her wrists. She immediately tries to fight me and scamper off thebed, but I wrap one hand around her throat and squeeze tightly, while fisting my other hand into her hair and forcing her to stop moving.

She is but a fly, fighting an angry bear. In no world will she ever win against me. In no world could Isabella Stratford be ruthless enough to defeat the villain, but it amuses me greatly to watch her try.

“Fight,Princesa. It fucking turns me on when you do.“ I push her in front of me towards the closed door by her neck and hair. “Open the door, Issy.” I grit out between clenched teeth, and when she complies with a sharp cry, I push her through and down the corridor that leads to the small flight of stairs.

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