Venomous King (Venom #2)

14. Diego

Chapter fourteen

Diego

“You didn’t love her! You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love!”

Dr. Callie Torres, Grey’s Anatomy Season 4: The Heart of the Matter

I should feel satisfaction at the sight of her tears sliding down her lying, backstabbing face, and yet, I feel nothing except misery. I watch as she tucks the blankets around our child with such care. I can see the need to protect Julia and keep her safe, warring with the knowledge that I will keep my word, and have that piece of shit murdered in front of her.

I grab her forearm, yanking her harshly to my side once she’s done ensuring that Julia is safe in the bed. A large part of me doesn’t want to exit this room, preferring to stay and watch my child sleep. I’ve lost years with her, thanks to Issy and that blond fucker. Kai. What a fucking pathetic name for a wretched man that will die begging for mercy at my feet, while he watches me reclaim my woman in the most primal way. My anger is a beast demanding to be unleashed within me, one that craves complete destruction of the person who has hurt me.

Anticipation and a blast of lust fill me, at the thought of all the things I will do to Issy in retribution for all the pain and misery she has caused me all these years. Years where I mourned her, and begged the universe to take me, so I wouldn’t have to continue living without her. The only thing that kept me going was the need to avenge her, to destroy her grandmother for risking her life. That bitch caused me to lose my greatest prize, and I will never stop attempting to murder her, Issy’s family be damned.

She swipes roughly at her face and turns her furious gaze on me, those eyes that have haunted all my dreams all these years burning a hole within me. “I refuse to be your pet or your fucking captive again, Diego.” She straightens her shoulders, her body turning completely in my direction. “You wanted me strong, congratulations, mission accomplished. I won’t bow or cower to you or anyone else. That girl you knew is gone.”

My rough hand meets with her soft and delicate skin, sliding up the perfect column of her swan-like neck, and applying pressure. Not enough to stop her breathing, but a warning that she is treading in a dangerous direction with her words. “You belong to me, Issy. Whatever strength you think you’ve gained, you’re mistaken if you think it’s enough to shake off my shackles.”

Issy’s head tilts back, and her shoulders straighten, despite the threat of my fingers on her throat, and for a moment, a thrill and a sense of apprehension fill me. I see a glimpse of Stella in her. That Stratford strength and determination are right there in the open for me to see. It’s there in the need to fight back against a man trying to control her, and it fills me with a sense of morbid satisfaction. Look at my fragile little doll; she’s grown teeth. Fuck, she is stunning in her rage. Too bad it won’t help her escape me. No, my Issy will crawl for me and beg for my mercy.

“Did you ever think that perhaps you were never enough for me, Diego? That with you, I would have always remained the pitiful girl addicted to your perversions and abuse, despite your insane methods? I would have remained weak,” she hisses, her camouflaged eyes filled with malice, as a cruel smile crosses her pouty, full lips. As soon as I can, I will have her remove those stupid contact lenses, so I can see the blue fire that resides in her soul. I apply more pressure to her throat, feeling how she swallows her saliva in fear. My stomach drops at her words, even though I force myself to mask my emotions, and give her back a blank, unimpressed look. I don’t want her to see how the impact of her words is ravaging me. How could she spew such venom? Does she not have any love for me? Was I really nothing to her?

“Let me go, let us all go, Diego. I will never stop trying to leave you. I am tired of this war that we have been fighting since the first moment we laid eyes on each other. It can only end one way, Diego: utter destruction . I won’t beg or crawl, and I certainly won’t obey. I would rather die.”

Pure rage fills me, the touch of her skin burning against mine. She thinks that she can demand her freedom, that I will ever let her fucking go. She wishes for death instead of being with me, let’s see how she feels after I kill that son of a bitch. “You wouldn’t even be able to escape me in death, Princesa . I would find you even in the devil’s lair.”

I drag her to the door, pulling her through and instructing my men in rapid Spanish to keep watch on the room. The soft-spoken nurse Santiago brought with us slips into the room, carrying a large, soft, brown teddy bear I had one of my men go purchase cradled in her arms, to stay with Julia. A part of me wants to sit and just watch her sleep, I’m still struggling to wrap my mind around the fact that I have a daughter. She looks like a little angel, her dark hair spread below her, and her round cheeks swollen from all her crying. Fuck, I never could have even imagined that this was possible. Mine , that little girl is mine. My flesh and blood, a Cabano . I won’t take any chances now; I know that Stella Stratford is actively searching for us, and she wouldn’t hesitate to murder all of my men to get to me. Fucking insane bitch.

Once the door is firmly shut, and my daughter is safely behind it, I use one of my hands to yank my black leather belt off, while Issy tries to pull from my grasp. I slam her up against the wall, using my large body to trap hers while my hands fumble with the belt, and I manage to finally wrap it around her neck. I yank harshly, and it almost takes her right off her feet as she releases her hold on me, and tries in desperation to loosen the bite of the belt on her delicate flesh.

Her face begins to turn a dark shade of red, her eyes widening, and genuine fear finally crosses those features that I love. Is she scared of me now? Does she see the real possibility of her death at my hands? As much as I crave and love her, I also hate her at this moment. I loosen my hold on the belt, and she inhales a rush of air. She falls into a desperate coughing fit, her body bending forward as she attempts to catch her breath. “You won’t crawl for me, Princesa ? Let’s just see about that. You forget who is the master, and who is the fucking pet.”

“Diego, please...” Issy tries to pull back from my hold, but my fingers tighten further on her new leash until a gasp of pain escapes her lips, as the silver metal buckle digs into her flesh. I wrap my other hand around her jaw and squeeze, until her lips pout up and look like a depraved fish. Dark satisfaction fills me, knowing that in a few hours, she will wear my fingerprints like a brand around her arm and face, and the mark of my belt will be on her neck. It’s not enough, though. The desire to leave bite and fingerprint marks across every inch of her skin is what I crave. I want her to look in the mirror and know that I own her, and that she’s breathing solely because I allow her to continue inhaling air.

More importantly, I want him to see that she was never his. That every single fucking inch of her was always, and will always be, mine. Call it being an alpha asshole, a caveman, or a fucking gorilla beating at his chest, but it’s an animalistic need that is rushing within me, and I have no desire to try to curb it. Why should I? She fucking belongs to me, and has forgotten her place is at my side.

I force her to her hands and knees like an animal, using the belt as her tether, and all the while she struggles to try to release herself. My hand reaches out and yanks the edge of that horrific dress up over her waist, until the round globes of her creamy ass are exposed, and I’m humiliating her further as she sways for my men to see. “You think you’re strong, Princesa , you’re nothing but a slut playing pretend.“ She tries to hold onto a doorway to prevent me from hauling her further, and my rage increases tenfold. She will not stop me from punishing her. Has she learned nothing in our time together? I will have my way, despite her tears and objections. I force her to come to a halt in front of one of my men. He immediately disguises his look of pity, and stares at the wall in front of him.

“Give me the taser you have on your belt,” I demand, and he quickly complies and hands it over to me, as Issy now struggles in a panic, gasping loudly in pain, at the belt tightening further around her neck in the silent hallway. I click the taser on, putting it to the lowest setting to shock her a bit, but not kill her, and the electric current sizzles as I bring it next to my Princesa’s terrified face. “Deny that you love him,” I order and watch as tears cascade down her face. God, why is she so beautiful when she’s miserable?

She forces her lips into a straight line and stares at me with defiance, and the corner of my mouth rises. Oh, she wants to play? I’m never one to back down from a challenge, and Issy should remember how much I love to hear her screams. “Say it, Princesa , deny it.“ She remains silent, but her breathing is ragged, and her eyes are focused on my hand holding the taser. I can hear the shuffling of my men behind me, and I can’t have them thinking I am weak where she’s concerned. I must be ruthless with her, so they don’t perceive her as my weakness. I don’t hesitate, bringing the electric current to her exposed shoulder and shocking her. A hoarse scream exits her lips before she forces herself to swallow it, and I yank on the belt, causing her to lift into the air, her toes barely touching the ground as she gasps, and tries to pry her fingers underneath the leather to force some leeway.

I tilt my head, appraising her; what is it about this woman that intoxicates me? Even now, the desire to murder her and fuck her brutally war within me. I should just kill her once and for all, and free myself from whatever chain she’s managed to wrap around me. “Say it, Issy, or scream; the choice is yours, baby.” My eyebrow quirks with amusement as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, rather than uttering the words I crave to hear; her denial that he was ever anything to her, and that it’s always been me she loves. “Scream it is then, my broken doll,” I grin maliciously at her as my cock stiffens in my pants.

“Hold the leash taut,” I demand of my man, and he quickly complies, but averts his eyes from Issy’s struggling form, while the others in the hallway are doing the same. Issy’s head attempts to thrash back and forth, as her delicate face gets redder and redder with the wasted effort. If I want her to die here in this hallway, there is nothing that will stop that from happening. No one is going to save her from me. I use the palm of my hand to slide down the curve of her back until I reach her asscheek, and slam it down with force, the sound loud and jarring in the hallway, and almost forcing her knees to give way. “Maybe I should let my men each take a turn fucking this pretty ass of yours? Would you tell me anything I want to hear then, Issy? Would he want you back after so many men used you?” I tap the leash and nod to my man, and he loosens his hold on the belt, allowing her to take in a shuddering breath, but his gaze remains anywhere but on her.

“Pl... ease...” she whispers, and it amuses me to hear her beg, but unfortunately, those are not the words I desire to hear exiting her traitorous mouth. I slap her asscheek again, and she yelps. I lean forward and spit down the crack of her ass, the only thing blocking my men’s view of her pussy is a flimsy scrap of fabric. I have a moment of doubt cross my mind, she’s mine. I don’t want them to see what belongs to me, but the need to have her concede overrides it. “Let’s try that again, my broken doll.” Her head shakes back and forth, as she refuses to comply with my demand. I thrust my hand forward and press the taser against her asscheek, and with my eyes firmly on hers, I press the trigger, and her body jerks as she releases another scream. “Kill me, just kill me!” She begs as I pull the taser away.

“ Never. I would never give you the satisfaction of allowing you to leave me again.“ I slip a finger below the thin strap of her thong and press my thumb against her puckered hole. “You may have gained some strength, Princesa , but it’s never going to be enough to defeat me.“ I slam my thumb inside of her ass, and press the taser at the same time into her covered breast, and feel as the electrical charge forces her body to vibrate, zinging me through our connection. “Once a desperate slut, always a desperate slut. You may think you’ve changed, but I know better, Princesa . You still get off on the thought of men watching you while I take from you everything you have to give.“ I fuck her hard with my thumb, then pull back and slip the digit inside of her panting mouth, as pretty crystal tears slide down her face. “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, my whore?”

The desire to rip her panties off and fuck her into the ground, reclaim her while my men watch me conquer her, and she screams with both pleasure and the need for mercy, tries to wash over me. I give my head a shake to dislodge the images that are making me feral. No, it will hurt her so much more if I force that prick to watch me take control of her. She’ll struggle in shame and pleasure before I’m done.

I throw the taser at my man and rip the belt from his hands, as I drag her down the long hallway, and up a short flight of stairs of the safe house we are hiding in. The whole way, she crawls and tries her best to dislodge my hold, yanking back and choking herself, and trying to grasp onto doorways to stop my forward momentum, but it does nothing to help her. I’m even more furious that she has refused to forsake him to save herself. I’m determined to teach her a lesson, and she won’t evade her punishment, even if it means she stops breathing in the process. The two guards stationed in front of the door bow their heads with respect when I stop, dragging a panting Issy with me, until she stumbles and almost falls forward, my tight hold on the belt, the only thing preventing her from breaking her beautiful face.

“Nadie sale de aquí. Si alguien intenta entrar, dispárales. (No one leaves here. If anyone tries to enter, shoot them.)” I don’t bother to utter the consequences of disobeying my orders; they are both very familiar with what happens when I am unsatisfied. They both survived the jungle years ago. Hence, they are not eager to lay eyes on my Princesa, and avoid looking in her direction. Good, at least they know how to obey their master.

“Si jefe (Yes, boss).” The one closest to the door opens it wide, and I yank a trembling Issy through it. She stumbles forward and falls to her elbows, preventing her pretty face from hitting the ground with a pained groan. “Ass... hole,” she cusses me under her breath, but I pay her no mind. She can call me all the names she wants, it won’t deter me or hurt my feelings. I’m the one holding her fucking leash.

“Isabella! Oh my fucking God, are you alright, baby? Has he hurt you? Release her, you fucking animal.” The sound of the cocksucker’s voice immediately grates on my nerves, and my other hand reaches for the large blade strapped to my thigh. I should cut out his tongue, so he can never utter another syllable. I should cut it off and fuck her with it, so she remembers who she truly belongs to. Me , she’s fucking mine.

“Kai!” Tears of relief instantly rush down her face as she tries to crawl towards him, but I’m quicker. I slam my foot down on her lower back, yank on the belt strap, and use my other hand to grab a fistful of her hair. “Ahhhh!” The scream that exits her lips is a soothing balm, and helps to keep my rage just under the edge of exploding.

“I don’t think so, Princesa . You will not fucking touch him, or I will cut out whatever piece of flesh you touch. I didn’t bring you here for some sweet reunion.“ I turn my gaze away from her pleading eyes, and meet the stare of the man that I’m sure wishes my death, just like I want his. The difference is that I can make my desire happen, and he’s just a deplorable loser who is about to suffer for his part in my misery.

“Let her go, Diego. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hurt her,” he pleads with me, his pained expression trying to beseech me. What a fucking weakling, this is what she left me for? I take in his appearance; what remains of the suit he was wearing to marry my Issy is bloodstained, and in tatters. His light blond hair is matted with blood and sweat, and pressed against his scalp. He’s pale, probably from the blood loss and the shock. That doesn’t stop him from rising from the sofa and squaring his shoulders, ready to meet me in violence. Oh, maybe there is a backbone under that goody-two-shoes appearance. It doesn’t matter, he’s going to die either way.

A grudging nugget of respect starts inside of me before I can prevent it. He’s willing to face the monster before him, with nothing but his bare hands as a weapon, to try to save the woman he loves, for his family. Regardless of any respect I might feel, the truth remains: this man took from me, and for that, he must suffer and die. A cruel chuckle exits me. “You have no idea what I want. You don’t know me, pendejo (asshole) , but make no mistake, mine will be the last face you see when you go to meet your maker.”

I drop my hold on the belt, and pull my gun from the side holster across my abdomen, as she scrambles further away from me, and I point it at that miserable fuck she would have married. “Will you crawl and beg for his life, Princesa ? Is his life worth your newfound pride?“ I throw her hateful words back at her.

She returns to her feet unsteadily and takes a hesitant step towards me, and I can see the indecision displayed on her face. Does she think she can sway me with whatever pleading words will leave her traitorous lips? She should save her breath; his death was written the minute she left me, and went to him. I straighten my arm and press the muzzle of the gun against her delicate, soft cheek, the belt still dangling from her neck, and I hear a loud growl from the fucker. I lean forward and lick her cheek, cleaning up all the saltiness from her tears.

A smirk crosses my lips, he doesn’t know that I would never kill her. I would rather end my own fucking life, but making her scream, now that is something I enjoy wholeheartedly. “What will you sacrifice so his heart keeps beating? Because, Princesa , I would have given up anything and everything for you, even my fucking life.”

“Diego...” Her voice falters at my words, and a crystal tear slides down her face. The sight should appease me. Instead, it causes hot, angry lava to race through my veins. It’s too late for her regrets now; the damage is done, and I will have my retribution. Both of them will pay in blood and pain, to assuage the toxic feelings that are suffocating me.

“Strip off that fucking dress, Issy. It offends me to see you in it,” I snarl, hoping that she defies me, so that I can rip it off her myself while he watches.

“Enough, asshole! Just end my life and this farce. We both know you won’t allow me to keep breathing much longer. I would gladly give up my life for Isabella and my daughter, Julia. Get behind me, Isabella. I won’t allow him to hurt you, baby,“ Kai utters with conviction, as if he isn’t standing there completely weaponless, and with a gunshot to the shoulder. He’s trying to provoke me into ending his life quickly. I should have let the fucker bleed out, rather than instructing Santiago to keep him alive. We did it for them, for both our girls.

I shove past Issy until I’m standing before Kai, raising the gun and pressing it firmly between his frightened light blue eyes. “You shut your miserable fucking mouth. You stole not one but two precious things from me. Your death is inevitable. What’s up for negotiation, is how much you will beg for mercy, and death, before I’m done with you, and who’ll watch you die.”

Issy strikes forward and tries to place herself between us, forcing me to pull my arm back or risk accidentally discharging the weapon and killing him, and possibly injuring her. No, he hasn’t suffered enough, he hasn’t seen how pretty she is when she begs me for salvation, when she cries with my name on her trembling lips.

“If you torture him, if you murder him out of some misguided need to possess me, possess us, we will never forgive you. You will be showing Julia the monster you truly are. She’ll never forgive you for murdering her father. You will have to live with knowing that you’ll have destroyed your own child. You will also have dug my heart’s grave, Diego. Any love I had for you will die with him.”

Kai’s hand rises as if he intends to touch her, and a growl escapes me as I bare my teeth at him like a feral animal. If one of his fucking fingers touches her, I won’t be able to hold on to my precarious control, and I’ll end his life right now.

“I’m her fucking father, Issy. Me. You stole her like a thief in the night. You deprived me of knowing my own child. You call me a monster, but you’re not any better. See, my broken little doll, we were made for each other after all, two villains that can’t help themselves.”

A humorless laugh escapes me, as I place the gun in my holster, replacing it with a large blade from the strap on my thigh, and brandishing it in my hands. The metal gleams wickedly sharp in the meager light, and Issy’s face pales further, as she staggers away from me on unsteady feet. “Don’t do this, please, Diego.”

“Now, Princesa . You know I have little tolerance for being disobeyed,“ I observe with satisfaction, as she reaches for the zipper on the back of the ruined dress, even as her eyes plead with mine. When she sees no mercy in their depths, she turns to stare at the fucker she would have married.

“I’m sorry, Kai. He will kill you, I... I can’t allow that to happen.” A fresh crop of tears slide down her blotchy red face. The dress opens and slides down her arms, to pool in a puddle of ruined silk at her feet, and I get my first unobstructed glimpse in years of her beautiful body, clad in only white sheer lingerie.

Fuck, she’s even more beautiful than I remember. Her previous delectable curves have filled out over the years and become lush. My mouth waters with the need to take her perky rose-colored nipples between my lips, and suck them hard until she screams for me. My eyes trail down her skin, which now has a golden sunlight tinge to it, instead of the pale luminous flesh I remember, across her trim waist, and down her firm and toned legs. Fuck , I need those wrapped around my head while I devour her pretty pussy. A smirk rises as I notice the imprint of my palm, red and angry, on her ass. There will be so many more before I’m done with her. My eyes take stock of the new small, neat scar, just above the waist of her panties. Is that how she brought my daughter into the world? I have so many questions, but I doubt my Princesa will answer them voluntarily. No matter, I will rip them from her, just like I do her screams.

“Jesus, Princesa , you’re even more beautiful than I remember.“ I step forward and allow my fingers to trace her small, rounded shoulder, even as she trembles and whimpers before me. I should feel guilty, knowing that I’m frightening her, but at this point, nothing could stop me from getting my fill of her, not even the fucker still breathing the same air as her.

Mine. Every part of her is mine. Mine to ravish, mine to abuse, and mine to destroy.

“Stop this! How can you claim to love her but want to hurt her? What the fuck is the matter with you, psycho?” Kai steps forward as if to block her from my sightline, and a growl rumbles from my lips. My fingers tighten on the blade’s handle, and in my mind, I see his throat being slashed and his blood pouring out, like a river of red down his body.

“Kai, please don’t move. He will kill you, he’s looking for any reason to hurt you.”

A smirk makes its way to my face, and I bare my teeth at them. “I don’t need a reason, Issy. The mere fact that he has touched you is enough. The mere fact that he continues to breathe after looking at you, is enough to warrant his death.”

I turn away from Issy, and focus all my attention on the fucker that has had what belongs to me for years. It’s time to make him bleed, one sharp cut at a time. “Did you know that your precious Isabella is a degradation slut? That she enjoys being called a dirty slut and acting like a whore, ready and willing to be used?” I take the last step between us and wrap my scarred hand around her delicate neck. The feeling of her pulse rapidly beating against my fingers is an aphrodisiac, and my cock hardens further in my pants.

“Did she tell you that she gets off on being watched? That she enjoys men observing her as she gets fucked hard and dirty, taking all of her holes and filling them with cum? Have you ever experienced her in a drug-induced stupor, offering herself up to anyone that will feed her habit, like a crackwhore?”

I tighten my grip until her next breath falters and wheezes out of her. “Has he had the privilege of watching you beg to have your ass filled, hmmm, baby? Does he know how you like to be taken against your will, how you get off on being treated like just a hole to be filled?”

She struggles in my grip, as her pretty face flushes and her sexy body tenses. I watch with complete satisfaction as she tightens, and rubs her thighs together. Even now, in this dangerous situation, where I could easily end her life, and that of her lover, she still gets off on my dirty words. She’s still my filthy little whore, she’s just been playing house with someone else. She can’t conceal who she truly is from me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice when he realizes she’s aroused, too. The look of shock and crushing disbelief on his features, helps to push down some of the need for immediate violence that is encompassing me, and brings me a streak of satisfaction. “You didn’t know she was a whore? Pity , she’s at her best when she begs like a twenty-dollar hooker, aren’t you, my beautiful doll?”

I raise the sharp blade, and a low whimper escapes her lips as I ease off on my hold around her neck. I trace the tip of the sharp blade along her collarbone, making my way down her chest until I reach the flimsy fabric of her strapless sheer bra. With one downward motion, the fabric parts like a ripe peach, exposing the soft, round globes of her breasts to my feasting eyes. A drop of blood forms on her beautiful skin, and it immediately calls to me. “So beautiful, Issy. My fucking pretty jewel.” I lean forward and press my lips to the side of her head, and a small moan rents the air around us. “Slip the panties down your legs, let him see how wet you already are for me, my little slut.”

“No, Isabella, listen to me, baby, you don’t have to do this. Fight, baby, I would rather die than allow him to rape you!”

“Rape?” I pull back and narrow my eyes in his direction. His fists are clenched tightly, ready to pummel me despite his precarious situation. His chest heaves in and out with labored breaths, and his skin is tinged pink along his thick neck and cheekbones. “I’ve never raped Issy. Is that what she told you?”

“No, you just tied her to a fucking tree like a sacrificial lamb, and let your men take turns fucking her against her will, you piece of shit!” His fury amuses me, as does his endeavor to make his body seem larger, in an attempt to intimidate me. He forgets himself, however. I’m the one with the blade and the gun, and he is only still breathing by my permission.

I yank Issy forward by her neck until her dark eyes meet mine. Her pupils are large and dilated. Stunning. “Is that what you think happened all those years ago, Issy? Do you honestly believe I let my men touch you? That any of them were ever inside of you, Princesa ?”

The look of confusion that crosses her features causes my chest to tighten in discomfort. A twinge of horror crawls down my spine; all these years, she believed I allowed her to be used. She truly believed that I tied her to a fucking tree and allowed my men to gangbang her, like she meant nothing to me, like she hasn’t always been the most precious thing in my life. Fuck . I was sure that she had figured it out before she escaped. Jesus fucking Christ, no wonder she thinks I’m a monster.

“It was always me, Issy. There was never another man touching you. No other man was ever inside of you, it was only my cock and my cum that entered your pussy. I never even allowed them to lay eyes on you. I had them turn their backs, and make noises to make you believe they were enjoying themselves. I wanted to hurt you, break you, so that you could become stronger. I wanted you to understand that you were always mine to do with as I pleased, you still are, and will always be.”

“You psychotic piece of shit, you played psychological warfare with her mind. That memory has haunted her all these years. You think you were making her stronger by destroying her? What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t hurt the ones you love!” Kai rushes me with his shoulder, the impact forcing me to have to release my hold on Issy, as we all go down in a tangle of limbs. His first punch makes contact with my jaw, the second with my neck, forcing me to choke on my breath. I use all my strength to wrap one fist around his neck, tightening until he gasps, and use my other hand, still holding the blade, to try to stab at his back.

“No! Diego, no!” Issy tries grasping the blade, and I miss her by inches.

Jesus fuck , I’ll end up stabbing her if I don’t release the knife. The stupid, irrational idiot has no sense of self-preservation, with her attempts to save the cunt on top of me. I use the strength in my legs to buck him off of me, and release my hold on the blade, fisting my hand and punching him where his gunshot wound is. He instantly buckles, and rolls off of me with a hoarse cry. I take advantage of his loss of momentum, and switch our dynamic until I’m on top of him, hitting him over and over, until he stops trying to fight me. With one last crack of my knuckles against his cheek, I fall back, and pant as I try to regain my breathing.

“Get off of him, Diego!” Issy screams, and I turn my gaze towards her, only for my heart to do a somersault inside my chest. Fuck, she’s managed to grab the blade and has it pressed against her neck. Would she really hurt herself? I see the moment she reads my doubts, and she presses the sharp blade into her skin, beads of blood instantly appearing as I release the cunt below me, and raise my hands in a need to placate her.

I can’t fucking lose her. Not now that I finally have her back.