Venomous King (Venom #2)

20. Kai

Chapter twenty

Kai

“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you:you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”

Bob Marley

M anuel assists a stoic Santiago from the room, after I have just had the displeasure of wrapping his fingerless hand, in an attempt to stem the bleeding, after Isabella completed her gruesome task. One filled with violence that I didn’t ever believe she was capable of. The smell of iron and desperation is still heavy in the air, as is the sense of wrathful energy.

Have I been wrong about the woman I love all along? I feel like I don’t even know this Isabella. Yet, at the same time, she’s still the woman I’ve spent years in love with, the woman I want to spend eternity with. How could she have demanded that of him, without us even having a discussion? Does she not care for my feelings on the matter? Am I less than he is, in her affections? She has tied Diego Cabano to us forever, we will never be free of the psycho now.

That’s not exactly true. He was always tied to us, one way or another. He was the constant dark shadow we kept running and hiding from, the monster in the night that hindered our complete happiness. It seems there will be no more running now. Now, I am to share her, like lions in the wild sharing a mate. I never saw myself in a polyandry relationship, but it’s out of my hands now, and I’ll have to adapt if I want to keep her. The truth is I understand Diego Cabano; I, too, can’t let her go.

I approach her, as she desperately wipes at her bloody hands with the throw blanket Diego ripped off the sofa and provided to her. I’m acutely aware that the fucker is just standing there watching our interaction. What I wouldn’t give to throat punch him right now, for all the unnecessary distress he’s caused her.

I trail my finger down her soft cheek, wiping away the flecks of blood from its surface, and meeting those dark sapphire eyes I adore; the ones that symbolize my home and my future. She is my everything. How could she think, even for a moment, that I would ever turn my back on her, no matter how gruesome the act, no matter how hard what she’s demanding of me is? “Isabella, if you still don’t know how important you are to me, how you and Julia are my whole world, then I haven’t done a great enough job of showing you, and I’ll need to rectify that immediately.”

I allow my knuckles to trail down her jaw until I reach her neck’s soft, thin column, then wrap my fingers around the fragile organ as her breath hitches. “My beautiful rose, you are everything my heart desires. You are pure madness inside of my mind and soul. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you, for our family. How could you doubt me?” I tighten my grip, as my other hand slides up her abdomen and cups her breast, squeezing the firm globe until a moan of pain and pleasure leaves her. There has been so much violence today, so much pain. All I want to do now is bring her rapture, and wipe away the hardship of her dark deed. I want to cleanse both of us of all this darkness.

“Do you want this, little rose? Do you want the two of us to share you, and use you like a toy between us?” My fingers wrap around her hard nipple that’s pushing against the fabric of her thin sweater, and the thought that she’s wearing too many clothes enters my mind. I want to see all her creamy skin laid bare before me. I desire to leave my marks on its perfection, and then I need to feast at her altar, like a starving man who has been deprived of nourishment for too long. Then, and only then, do I want to pray like a sinner on my knees to the only goddess that I will ever worship; my Isabella. My wife. My whore. My everything.

Her eyes close, and she moves closer, rubbing her stomach against my hard erection in an attempt to turn the tables on me, and force me to lose my precarious hold on my control. Fuck. I tighten my hold on her neck until her eyes re-open and widen, and her face begins to flush, the air becoming trapped in her lungs. “Naughty little rose, I asked you a question, and you will answer me.”

My eyes meet Diego’s, as he stands a few feet away from her, his fists and jaw clenched. Watching. Waiting. The hunger in his gaze as he watches me choke her causes my hard cock to twitch between Isabella and me. I’ve never been attracted to men before, and I don’t plan to start now, but something in his expression calls to me, turning up the inferno inside of me to an almost unmanageable level. Hunger. It’s there in every rough line of his body. He hungers for her.

I loosen my grip slightly so she can take in some air, but never break the connection between me and Diego. I want him to witness that he is not the only one who has control over her. I’m not an unhinged and bloodthirsty psychopath like he is, but I, too, have dark desires that Isabella enjoys fulfilling. Excitement pools in the pit of my stomach at the thought of watching Isabella act the whore for us both.

I can admit to myself that I enjoyed watching him with her, and that I want to see so much more. I want to experience her overcome with lust, and filled with both our cocks, and our cum dripping out of her. “Yes,” the moaned word escapes her lips, and has me finally breaking the connection between the savage fucker and myself. “Share me, use me, please .”

“Our girl begs so prettily, doesn’t she?” Diego takes a step closer, pushing his body against her back, and a loud groan departs Isabella as she attempts to reach behind her and pull him even closer, as he grinds his cock into her ass. Damn, that’s sexy.

“Our?” I question with a raised brow and amusement. How quickly he’s changed his tune, and is willing to take his fill of her with me.

“For now. You might still die at my hands, but it won’t be today, and right now, I need Issy more than I fucking hate you.” He pulls a pocket blade from his pants and uses it to slit the collar of her sweater from behind, before gripping it and tearing it down the middle. She shrugs off the material, leaving her in a black lace bra that hides her erect nipples from me. Diego wastes little time, slicing through the flimsy material until it pools at her elbows, as I take a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Take it off of her and tie her arms behind her back,” I instruct, and for a moment, Diego stills, his green eyes blazing with menace. I don’t believe he will comply, and there’s a great probability that he’ll try to stab me with that blade. Shit.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to prevent the grin that tries to rise on my lips, when his hands finally move wordlessly, and he yanks Isabella’s wrists behind her back and confines them with the lace.

He bends behind her, yanks down her leggings, and removes them, until she’s standing between us, naked except for a sheer black thong that does nothing to hide her already slick pussy lips from us. My girl is turned on, and based on the blush on her cheeks, she’s embarrassed about it. We can’t have that.

I bend my head and take one of her distended rose-colored nipples into my mouth, laving my tongue over and over against the hardened peak, before allowing my teeth to scrape the soft tissue. A hissed pant leaves her lips, followed by a deep moan. “Fuck, fuck, oh my god.” Her cries have me pulling back from her and observing, as Diego, who is still on his knees, slices through the material of the thong and spreads her asscheeks apart, and licks her from her puckered hole to her swollen clit. Jesus fuck, why is watching that so hot? It shouldn’t be, he’s touching what’s mine.

A chuckle escapes him as he pulls back, which causes my eyebrow to rise in confusion. What the fuck could be funny right now? “I see you still have my name ‘tramp stamped’ on your back, Issy. What a good girl you are.”

His mouth returns to her pussy lips as her legs tremble, and her hips undulate as he licks and sucks her, eating her like a ravenous animal, until her juices drip down his chin. “Fuck, Issy. You taste delicious,” he moans into her slick skin.

I return to her breasts, taking turns squeezing and sucking on her nipples, before allowing one of my fingers to slide to her hard nub, rubbing circles that cause her breath to release in a whoosh. She squirms between us, yanking on her confined hands, but the material doesn’t release her. “Ah, fuck, feels so good, so close,” she moans, and it’s the most beautiful music, but I need to hear her scream as she shatters for us.

Diego stands, his mouth glistening with her cum, and he pulls her face to the side so he can claim her mouth. “Taste how fucking delicious you are, Princesa .“ His tongue invades her mouth, and I release a groan. Fuck, that’s hot. I need a taste too. I release her nipple and slide a trail of kisses down her taut stomach until I reach her swollen, wet pussy lips, my tongue licking up her juices, and I fall to my knees. “She smells so good too.”

My tongue lashes her swollen clit as Diego continues consuming her mouth, their moans filling the air, and adding to the depravity surrounding us. His grip on her neck replaces my own, as I lift one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder, so I can open her up further to my hungry mouth. My tongue slips inside her tight hole, as I use my fingers to continue rubbing her nub until she can barely stand, and Diego is holding her up below her arms. His large, veiny, tattooed hands massage her round breasts, pulling on her nipples, and squeezing the golden flesh. The sounds she’s making are causing my rigid cock to weep inside of my pants, and the need to fill one of her holes is all-consuming. I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor her taste. She’s all mine, well, mine and Diego’s. I never fucking thought that I would say that. In fact, I am not sure I can utter those words out loud.

Right now, I need her to cum for me. To explode before my eyes, so I can witness her boneless and satisfied. I slip two thick digits inside of her clenching, tight hole and start a slow, torturous rhythm of thrusting in and out of her core, until she’s moaning loudly into Diego’s mouth. She breaks away from his lips, and I stare up at her from my knees. Her pupils are so large they have almost overtaken the blue. Her high cheekbones are flushed, and her pouty, pink lips are swollen from our kisses. Breathtaking, that is what she is.

“More... please, I need more,” she pleads with us, as if either of us could deny her anything. Never. My mission in life will be to give her what she wants and needs, even if that’s him.

“What do you want, Princesa ?“ Diego growls into her neck as he bites down on the flesh, and the imprint of his teeth becomes instantly marked; red, and aggressive-looking. Fuck, I need to mark her too, so she wears both of our brands. My lips return to between her soaked legs, and I allow my teeth to bite into the skin of the inside of her thigh, right at the apex of her legs. “Fuck! Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Please... I need you... inside of me.”

I pull away from her soft skin, and lick her slit before sucking on one of her pussy lips, and then the other, as my fingers pick up speed inside of her cunt, her muscles fluttering as they try to grasp onto my digits. “Who, baby?” I groan into her flesh. Fuck, my dick is so painfully hard right now, and her little whimpers are making the situation dire.

“Yes, my broken doll, who do you want inside of you?” Diego’s voice has dropped an octave as his fingers tighten around her throat, and she releases a panted hiss. “Both... please.” Her words are uttered in a breathless whisper, and I pull away from her tantalizing flesh to stare at her, and confirm what she just said.

Fuck. Her words have Diego and me instantly stilling. He pulls back from her at the same time I do, my fingers withdrawing from inside her soaked pussy. “Both? You want us each to take one of your holes, little rose?” I question. I need to be sure of her intentions here, so there are no misunderstandings later. Once we go down this road, there will be no turning back for any of us.

Her eyes meet mine, and all I can see are the drowning pools of lust. She’s already far gone, desperate to cum, and I won’t deny her. “Please. Please, fuck me, I... I need both of you.”

Diego grabs her by the hair at the back of her neck, yanking her so her leg drops from my shoulder, and she’s forced to stand on trembling legs. “Let’s move our toy to the sofa, so we can take turns filling all her holes like she’s begging for.” He doesn’t wait for my agreement before he’s dragging a lust-drugged Isabella across the room, and forcing her to climb on the sofa cushions on her knees. Her heaving chest presses against the back of the sofa, as he continues to leave her restrained, and without the use of her arms. “You fill her throat, and I’ll fill her pussy. Don’t be fucking gentle with her, Boy Scout, she’s not made of glass.”

Jesus fuck, this prick is a fucking savage. As much as I want to argue with him that I’m no ‘Boy Scout’, and that I know exactly how to make Isabella come, it’s not worth it to break this fragile peace between us, plus my cock is as hard as a steel rod. I need to fucking cum, and if my little rose wants to be used, who am I to deny her?

I slide around the sofa, my fingers slipping into her thick blonde tresses as her eyes meet mine, and a hoarse cry leaves her lips, as the sound of flesh being slapped fills the air. “You want to be our whore, don’t you, Princesa ?” Slap . “You want us to fill and stretch all your holes, and fill you with cum, until it runs like a river from inside of you.” Slap. “What a pretty whore you are, begging to be used.” Slap .

“FUCK! YES! USE ME, FUCK!”

The sound of Diego unzipping his pants reminds me that my throbbing cock is begging to be released from its confines. I release my hold on her hair, yanking off my shirt, unbuttoning my pants, and dragging the zipper down. Isabella watches me intently as she licks her lips, and pretty tears coat her thick, dark lashes. The sound of a final slap against her delicate skin fills the air, followed by a moan, as Diego slams inside of her pussy without mercy, his large, hard body pressing her into the sofa as he begins a punishing rhythm inside of her. My ears are greeted by the sound of their bare skin slapping harshly against each other, his grunts, and her little whimpers of pleasure.

I try to watch for a moment as he fucks my girl hard and mean, but I can’t wait any longer. My cock is so painfully hard, and beads of precum are sliding down its length. I release myself from the confines of my pants, allowing them to drop to my ankles, as one of my hands grasps Isabella’s hair, forcing a scream from her lips as I guide my angry cock between her lips. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If I don’t manage to control myself, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of this fucker, by cumming in two minutes with the heat of my little rose’s mouth surrounding me.

My future wife stares up at me from the sofa cushions, her eyes filled with molten pleasure as she takes more of my hard length into her hot, wet mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, increasing her grip, and she takes me to the back of her throat with my deep thrusts, until I feel like my eyes will roll into the back of my skull. The sounds of her gagging, over and over, are pushing me to the edge of insanity. My grip on her hair tightens as I force my long, thick cock down her throat until her nose is pressed against my lower abdomen, and the sounds of her choking on my cock fill the air. Beautiful. Sinful. Mine.

Fuck, it should be a crime to have a mouth like hers. Right now, I’m not the Kai with responsibilities. I’m not Kai that hates this fucker that is filling Isabella’s tight pussy with his monster cock. I’m just a pleasure seeker, watching the woman he loves getting fucked hard and ruthlessly, and enjoying herself.

The sounds she’s making deep in her throat are pushing me closer and closer to detonating, but I want to prolong the ecstasy. I pull back, allowing her to take a breath as pretty tears cascade down her cheeks, and strings of saliva hang between her pink lips and my cock. “Fuck... Kai,” she pants, as Diego picks up speed behind her, his hand wrapping around her throat and taking away her ability to speak.

“Swallow... his... cock, slut. Choke on... it like a good... whore .“ Isabella’s face goes red, and I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull with his grip. I thrust harshly forward, my cock slipping between her parted lips, and to the back of her throat. Diego releases his hold, grasping onto her shoulder roughly as he continues to slam into her pussy. “She’s soaked, the slut is dripping down my cock and soaking my balls. What a good girl you are, Princesa .”

My fingers cradle her face, holding her immobile as I take over, thrusting without mercy down her throat. I need to fill the back of her throat, so that she swallows me and chokes on my cock. The gagging noises she’s making are the best music I have ever heard, and a part of me wants to see if we can force her to pass out from our combined ministrations. All of the stress, pain, and anger that have been a hurricane inside of me, for the last couple of weeks, manifests itself into this moment. “Choke for me, baby, show me that you’re still mine.”

“Fuck!” Diego shouts as he slams inside of her one last time, his hand moving between her body and the sofa, causing her whole body to tense up with the detonation of her orgasm. Her mouth opens wider on a scream as I fuck her throat, my testicles tightening as cum spills from my crown and down her tight throat. Jesus fuck. That was perfect, she’s perfect.

I stagger back, my cock pulling from her mouth as trickles of cum slip from her parted lips, down the side of her face, and land on the back of the sofa. My fingers reach up and spread some of the spilled cum all over her pretty face, coating her lips and cheeks until she’s a mess. My chest heaves with the exertion, and my heart feels like it will rip right out of my chest, as I try to catch my breath. Isabella’s panting hard, her breath wheezing out of her as she presses all her weight into the back of the sofa, completely exhausted and limp.

“Two holes down, one to go, Issy. Are you ready to have your ass filled by both of us, baby?” Diego gives me a mischievous look, winking at me from behind Isbella’s eyeline, and the sight is so fucking disturbing that it has my cock deflating. What the fuck is he talking about? My heart will fucking explode if we go at her again so hard right away. I don’t want to fucking break her. I look down at his cock, and sure enough, the asshole is still hard and ready to fuck her again. Fuck, I am going to have to work on my endurance if I need to keep up with him. Either that or die of a heart attack. What a way to go, though.

“No... fuck... no more...” Issy pants. “You’ll... break me.”