Venomous King (Venom #2)

4. Kai

Chapter four

Kai

“Even before we met and long after we’re both gone,my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.”

Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2

Four and a half years ago

T he phone rings, and I tear my eyes away from the screen, which is in a vicious cycle of playing images and news stories I’ve saved, about the one woman who I have never been able to get off my mind. I almost don’t answer it. It’s so hard to look away from her smiling, beautiful, radiant face on my television. It’s the only place where I can still see her now, that and in my dreams. Dreams that have become nightmares, now that I know someone took her and snuffed out her life.

My Isabella , the one woman I would have given up everything for. The one woman who brought life to my heart and soul, while in equal measures destroying it. I should have never let her go. I should have fought harder for her. Instead, I abandoned her, just like everyone else in her life, and made her feel less than, when the truth was, she was my everything. I was never worthy of her.

How could Stella Stratford have allowed this to happen? Someone took my Isabella and made her last days terrifying, in order to punish her power-hungry tyrant of a grandmother. The intent was to punish Stella, but my beautiful, soft Isabella paid the price.

Rage fills every part of me, lighting up dangerous parts of my mind, ones hell-bent on retribution. She took something from me. She took the most important thing from my world, and now... now it’s gone forever, and I have nothing. Not even a desire to continue on living without my girl. Although I am not usually prone to bouts of violence, I crave it now against Stella Stratford, and all those who harmed Isabella.

I groan as I get off the sofa and reach for my phone. My head swims a bit, causing my vision to blur, and I stumble with all the alcohol that I have consumed in the last couple of days, to help dull my senses, and drown out the heart-wrenching sorrow that is all-encompassing.

My hand drags through my messy, knotted, chin-length hair that is in complete disarray. I raise my arm up towards my nose and take a sniff, fuck, when was the last time I showered? I’ve been sitting here on this sofa, unable to pry myself away, terrified that if I do, I will never see her again, not even her images. She will become only a ghost that haunts me, along with all the mistakes I have made. I should have never walked away from her. Fuck, I have no one else to blame but myself for my broken heart. I could have kept her safe.

“Hello?” I almost drop the phone in my clumsiness to grab it before it stops ringing. I squint to see the numbers, but don’t recognize the caller. Fuck, if this is some telemarketer or scam, they just picked the wrong person to call. I need an outlet for my rage, and they are about to be my unwilling victim. “Hello, is someone there?”

“Kai, please don’t hang up.” A soft voice utters from the other side, and I stumble forward, crashing into the wall as my knees shake and give out on me, bringing me down to the floor. What. The. Fuck.

Is my mind playing games with me? Have I finally fucking lost it? How much have I had to drink? It can’t be her, there’s no way... she’s dead. Her sister confirmed it to me just a week ago. I pull the phone back away from my ear and stare at it, to ensure the call is indeed connected, and I’m not imagining this whole scenario in a drunken state.

“Isabella?” I utter her name with pain and disbelief. My heart races in my chest, and my throat threatens to constrict with the syllables. “What the fuck! Isabella, where are you? I thought you were dead. The news has been reporting your death for weeks. They say you were kidnapped, and taken for ransom against your grandmother.”

This has to be some fucked up scam, there is no way that my girl is on the other side of this line. Even as I think it, my heart pounds furiously in my chest, and nausea races up the back of my throat. Please be real. Please be alive.

“KAI! I don’t have much time. I can’t explain now, but you can’t tell anyone that I am alive. I am being hunted , Kai, and they will recapture and take me back.“ Her voice trembles with fear and desperation, and has me longing to wrap her tightly in my arms, and promise her that I will keep her safe. That I will always protect her.

Hunted? She says she’s being hunted, and they are trying to recapture her. I drag myself to my feet and start pacing back and forth. I have to get to her, I have to protect her. I can’t let anything happen to her. “Isabella, holy shit . Are you safe, baby?”

She pauses for a moment, the background noise coming through, and it’s the only indication that I know she’s still on the line with me. That and her soft breath, a sound I have never been more relieved to hear in my life. What the fuck am I hearing in the background? Is that water? I’m almost positive that it’s the sound of waves.

“Do you remember where you told me the seagulls like to play in the sand, and waves feel like magic at twilight?”

“ Seagulls, waves? Isabella, just tell me where you are, so I can come to you to keep you safe, please, baby.“ Her words aren’t making any fucking sense. Panic sets in that I have no idea what she’s talking about, and she’s in danger and needs me. Why is she being so cryptic? Fuck, she’s in so much danger and alone. Someone is hunting my beautiful rose, and I am here, unable to protect her. I fist my hair and rip out strands in my agitation, and my muddled mind hyper-warps into sobriety.

“Come find me in the waves, Kai, and keep me a secret, or it will mean my death.”

The line goes dead, and I release a massive, frustrated shout, and punch a hole in the wall next to me. “No, no, no, fuck! Please, baby, call back. Call back, Isabella! FUCK!”

I try immediately redialing the number, but it gives me an out-of-service message. Fuck, she’s gone. I run over her words again and again in my mind. She’s being hunted by whoever took her. She must have somehow escaped her captors. She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s alive, she said it would mean her death. Why call me instead of her family if she’s scared?

FUCK! Where is she? She’s not safe out there unprotected. She needs me to come to her, but she doesn’t want Stella or her sister to know. Is that because they pose a danger to her? Are you for fucking real right now? Of course, Stella Stratford poses a threat to her. She’s the fucking reason she was kidnapped to begin with!

I have to be careful here; Isabella is in danger, and for all I know, someone might be watching me to get to her. I wouldn’t put it past that psycho, Stella, to have me under surveillance. I run Isabella’s words through my mind again, slower this time. She said, “where seagulls like to play in the sand, and waves feel like magic at twilight.” She told me to come find her in the waves.

Her words force a memory to the forefront of my muddled mind, and images start playing out, as if they happened just yesterday.

“Where you grew up, was it beautiful, Kai?” Isabella lifts her dark head from my chest, and stares up at me with stunning crystal blue eyes; eyes that remind me of a dark night and arctic waters. She’s so beautiful, almost otherworldly, like my own precious fairy brought to life. She’s my delicate rose filled with thorns, just waiting for me to hold her tightly, and pluck all her pretty petals. How I managed to even capture her attention is still a mystery to me.

I know that she is entirely out of my league. She’s a gorgeous, wealthy heiress from Manhattan, from one of the most powerful families in the world, and I’m a farmer’s son, without two pennies to rub together, and a stack of student loans that are drowning me.

A chance encounter at a charity event, sponsored by her family, for one of the women’s shelters I volunteered at, led us to meet. The minute I laid eyes on her, my breath became trapped in my chest, and I couldn’t even get out a proper introduction, stumbling over my own name like a loser. She gave me the most endearing smile that reached all the way to her eyes, and in that moment, I fell deep under her spell. She instantly became mine, and I saw my future laid out before my eyes. Isabella Stratford was going to be my everything.

I haven’t left her side in months, content to play her white knight, and give her a safe space to hide from the world, the limelight surrounding her, and the expectations placed on her by her family name, and demanding grandmother.

I run my fingers slowly and reverently through her long, dark hair. The scent of her perfume rises, to further entice my senses. Everything about Isabella Stratford is captivating. She was never meant for mortal men; she’s a pixie fairy just waiting to flutter away on a warm breeze. My head lowers towards her face, and I can’t resist capturing her soft lips. She opens immediately for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss further, my tongue swiping against hers, as more of her body finds its way across my prone form.

Fuck, I need her. I will never get enough of her. I wrap her long hair around my fist, yanking it until I bow her neck, and I can take from her all that I desire. Little breathless moans escape her, and have my cock rock hard and trapped between us. I drag her petite body more fully into my lap, and she moves to straddle my hips, rubbing her perfect pussy back and forth over my rigid length. Her hands make purchase with my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, and ripping a groan from my lips. She knows how much I enjoy her scratching and marking me up. Fuck, yes, more.

My hand trails up the side of her abdomen, until I reach the soft globe of her braless breast. I love that she very rarely wears a bra. She strains against me as I cup it, and use my fingers to pull on her stiff nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Jesus, I need a fucking taste. I pull my mouth away from her delectable lips, and trail open-mouthed kisses down her jaw until I reach her neck. My teeth graze the soft skin until she shudders above me, and I sink them into her soft, warm flesh, knowing how she gets off on the hit of pain. She’s fucking perfect for me.

“I need inside of you, Isabella. I want to feel your pretty pussy strangling my cock,” I groan into her flesh as I pull her off of me, and force her to stand before me. “Strip, baby. Show me what belongs to me.”

She stands shyly before me, her dark strands partially covering the side of her face until only one of her stunning blue eyes, and half of her sensual lips, are visible. I slouch down further on the sofa, unbuttoning my pants and lowering my zipper, as her eyes watch my actions intently. Her tongue snakes out and brushes against her plump lower lip, that I long to suck and bite. I need her with an urgency that is starting an eruption of wildfire through my veins, but I force myself to slow it down and give her what she needs. Isabella needs to be loved, devoured, and tamed, and I mean to do all three, for as long as she’ll allow me.

At her hesitation, I raise an eyebrow. “If I have to strip you, baby, you know I’ll punish you.” A deep exhale leaves her, and her small hands make their way to the hem of her shirt, where she plays with the fabric, lifting it up an inch or two and then dropping it back down. The corner of her lip tilts up in a mischievous grin, and just like that, I know my girl wants to play, and I’m so fucking ready for it.

“You naughty little rose, I’m going to make that ass red for disobeying me.” I lunge forward and grab a fistful of her shirt, yanking her closer, and ripping the shirt in two down the middle. Her pale, soft skin looks luminous in the room’s dim light, as I feast my eyes on her soft, blush-tipped nipples, standing erect and waiting for my mouth to devour them. My arm bands around her body, forcing her to lean backward and allow my lips to grace her soft stomach, and trail upwards, until I reach the underside of her small breast. Her skin is so velvety, so delicious, so fucking mine. I allow my teeth to sink into the soft flesh, and a whimper escapes her mouth. Her hands find their way into my thick hair, and they yank me closer. Fuck, the hit of pain almost has me losing my precious control. I don’t want to hurt her, and at the same time, I do, because I know we will both enjoy it.

It’s my turn to grin against her skin, I can hear how worked up she is already, her breaths are leaving her in needy little pants, and her toned thighs are rubbing back and forth tightly, looking for friction. “Kai... please,” she begs, her tone desperate, and filled with arousal. Jesus, she’s so fucking sexy. Everything about her is filled with temptation. It’s as if I was a drowning man, and she was a siren leading me willingly to my death.

I take her engorged nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue until she’s writhing in front of me, and her head tilts backward, allowing all that glorious hair to cascade toward the floor. I release her nipple with a pop, and use my hand on her chest to push her back. “Is your pussy soaked for me, little rose? Are you dripping down your naughty thighs, just waiting for my cock to fill you up?”

She nods her head while sliding her hands teasingly up her abdomen, until she’s cupping both her breasts and twisting her nipples. Fuck. I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek, to stop all the blood from draining from my brain, and heading straight for my dick. “Remove your pants and underwear, and bend across my lap, Isabella. You need to be punished, baby.”

She slowly complies, rising and releasing her grip on her round breasts, and sliding her hands into the waistband of the black biker shorts she’s wearing, before pulling them and her panties down her legs, until they pool at her ankles. I finally get a glimpse of her pretty, pink pussy, and the small, neat landing strip of dark, neat hair nestled just above it, leading to my favorite place. My mouth fills with saliva at the desire to eat her up. I can smell her arousal, and her pussy lips are slick with the evidence of how turned-on she is for me. Fuck, I want to lick, suck, and devour her, but first, I have to teach her a lesson about disobeying me. “Are you ready for your punishment, slut? Does my pussy need to be spanked?”

She steps out of her bottoms and climbs up on the sofa like a sleek cat, ready to purr for her master, laying her body across my lap with her legs partially spread, and her sexy ass up in the air. My large hand graces across one of her round, thick asscheeks, enveloping it, and squeezing tightly, before rearing back and slapping it hard. The sound is jarring, as a gasp leaves her lips, and her flesh tinges red immediately. “FUCK! KAI!”

I strike her again in the same spot and then rub her heated flesh, before repeating the motion on the other side. “You can take it, Isabella. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You want to deserve my cock, don’t you, baby?”

I slip my middle finger through her slick folds until I reach her opening, and tease her with just the very tip, refusing to enter her. A groan of frustration emanates from her mouth, and I use my other hand to slap her asscheek again, and plunge my finger inside of her simultaneously. I work my finger deeper, slipping in two more until she’s clenching around me. “Are you going to be my naughty good girl, and do what you’re told?”

“Ye... yes...” Her breath leaves her with a ragged gasp, as I pick up my speed and thrust inside of her, until my fingers are buried in her warm cunt. I pull my fingers suddenly from within her, and spread her moisture on her asscheeks, before spanking her once more. Her skin is becoming a beautiful shade of red, and it excites me that I can see my handprint on each side. Stunning.

“Get down on your knees before me, and take me in your mouth.” She scrambles from the sofa and kneels between my spread legs, sliding her hands seductively up my jean-clad thighs, until she reaches the spread sides of my pants. Her slim, dainty fingers reach inside and free me from the confines of my boxers, releasing my hard, weeping cock, and I shudder in her grasp. Fuck, I am so turned on that, if I’m not careful, I could come right in her slender hand. The things this woman does to me. She wrecks me with just one touch, one kiss from her mouth, one glance from her eyes. Mine.

“Mmmm,” a moan leaves her lips, as she uses her thumb to slide my precum across my slit, and down the ridges of my head. She gives me a stroke from root to tip, before taking me in the warm heat of her mouth, pulling me back out, and licking the head like a fucking ice cream cone. My eyes almost cross with the amazing feeling, and my balls draw tightly. Fuck, don’t fucking cum, I try to talk myself down from the ledge. The naughty minx hasn’t even taken me to the back of her throat yet, and I’m ready to explode; that just won’t do.

I slap her right breast with the palm of my hand, while my other hand digs into the hair at the back of her head. “Don’t tease me, Isabella. Take me to the back of your throat like my perfect little slut.”

Her eyes stare up at me with blue glittering fire, before she takes me deep into the back of her throat and gags. “That’s it, choke on me. Let me feel that tight throat constrict around me. What a good little slut you are.”

She begins bobbing on my length, taking me as far down her throat as she can, until she gags and chokes on my cock. The heat of her mouth, and the tightness of her throat, has me fighting my need to cum. I need to hold on, I need to push her and myself over the edge, so that we both fall into bliss. I use my grip on her hair to propel her head further down my length, and force her to hold it in her tight throat until she can’t breathe, and her nails bite into my thigh and forearm. Her nose is pressed against the flesh of my abdomen, and her mouth is leaking saliva and precum from the sides, making a beautiful mess of her, and pooling on my overheated skin, as she panics without air.

The sounds leaving her have an orgasm racing up my spine with blinding heat, forcing all the hairs on my arms to stand on end, as beads of sweat break out across my forehead. I tip my head back against the backrest of the sofa, my eyes lowering to half-mast, as I watch her struggle and choke on my cock. “You’re doing so well, baby. Make sure you swallow every drop,” I grunt as I cum deeply, forcing her to keep my cock lodged in her throat, as she tries to fight my grip. “Good girl.”

Once she’s sucked me dry, I release my harsh grip on her hair, and she pushes off my cock with a gasping shudder. Her heaving chest rises and falls, black mascara tear tracks trail down her high cheekbones, saliva and cum coat her lips and chin, and her skin is beautifully flushed pink. She looks like sin and temptation, and I feel my cock twitching at half-mast. “Come here, Isabella. Come ride my face, you’ve earned it for being a good slut.”

She rises shakily from the floor and crawls onto the sofa, before straddling my body, and rising to her feet unsteadily. I grab the back of her thighs to help stabilize her, and lean forward, giving her pretty pussy a lick. I lick and suck her pussy lips as I release my grip on her legs, and use my forearms to force her to widen her stance, and my fingers part her folds, so I can lap at her clit. Her moisture leaks out of her, coating my tongue, and has me moaning against her slick flesh, at her delicious taste. “Fuck, baby, you’re drenched.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Kai, fuck!” She rides my face, abandoning herself to all the sensations overriding her senses. She parts her legs further, and I lick her from her clit to taint and back, before slipping three fingers inside of her and thrusting deeply and mercilessly, as I suck arduously down on her hard nub. She detonates with a scream that everyone in the neighboring apartments are sure to hear, before collapsing all her weight down on me as her breath leaves her in ragged pants.

I drag her boneless body down to my lap, her juices still coating my mouth and chin, and kiss her firmly, making sure she tastes herself on my tongue. After a few moments of kissing tenderly and our heart rates calming, I pull away from her lips and tuck her gently against my chest. “What were we talking about?”

A groan followed by a snort exits her, and a huge smile breaks across my face. “Your town, where you’re from. I wanted to know if it was beautiful.” She snuggles her face into my chest with contentment. Not as beautiful as you are, my pretty rose.

“Ah, yes. Well, the tides look like they are being ridden by mystical water creatures, by the moon’s light as it reflects off the surface. I’ve never heard such beautiful and haunting music as the water makes as it’s hitting the shore. It’s magical, truly. During the day, the warm sand soothes your soul. You can sit there for hours watching the seagulls just playing in the sand. It honestly is a beautiful place, Isabella. I hope to take you back there one day.”

“I can’t wait to see it with you, Kai.”

I snap out of the memory, and panic strikes me. She’s gone back to my hometown. A place I never got to show her, because we ended far too quickly and devastatingly. Why would she go there? Fuck, I have to get to her now, but I have to do it smartly. She’s terrified, and it’s not safe for her. I refuse to lead anyone back to her that will harm her, including her controlling bitch of a grandmother.

I race across the room and yank my laptop out of my bag. I will have to book different flights across the country, and then backtrack by car, so no one knows where I’m headed. I have to ensure she’s safe, and the only way to do that is to guarantee I’m untraceable.

I’m coming, Isabella, and I will never let you go again.