Venomous King (Venom #2)

36. Diego

Chapter thirty-six

Diego

“What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”

Helen Keller

I watch her from the shadows, as she moves through the house I bought her. The one I knew she would love the minute I saw the listing. I know everything there is to know about my broken doll, from her dreams and aspirations to her nightmares. She thinks pulling away from me, and locking herself in Stella’s mansion, will save her from me. Has she learned nothing from our tumultuous past? I will stop at nothing to have her, she fucking belongs to me. She has, since the moment she took her first breath on this earth, and still will once she takes her last.

Casbury, six years ago

“What do you dream about for your future, Princesa? Where do you see yourself living after all this mess is done with?” I stroke her dark, beautiful hair as she lies on my chest, looking up at the stars in wonder, as we lay on Mia’s back patio. “Do you plan to return to Manhattan with your grandmother?” The mere thought of her leaving me ignites a raging fire within me, threatening to have me lose my mind. I’ve become so attached to her in such a short period of time. This snobby, uptight, wealthy heiress from Manhattan. I never pictured myself with someone like her. She’s indecisive, submissive, and weak. I need someone more like her sister, Mia, to rule at my side. Someone who can help me expand the Cabano cartel’s reach, and assist me in gathering more power. Someone strong and equally ruthless, not a woman who cowers and wrestles with her own mind. Yet, I can’t seem to force myself to stay away from her.

“Why do you ask?” She lifts her head, and her dark, midnight-blue eyes stare into mine. I could drown in their sea, and die a satisfied man; like a siren, she would lure me to my death. “Soon enough, you’ll be leaving here, and we won’t have anything more to do with each other.” Her words cause a sharp pain in my chest, and I fight the instinct to dig my fingers into her tresses and hurt her. I know she’s right, and that should be what happens. After all, she’s just something to play with while I’m stuck here in Casbury. Hearing them spoken doesn’t appease me though. Instead, it makes me want to wrap my hands around her pretty throat, and choke the shit out of her.

Mine. The thought blares through me with an intensity that steals my breath. Isabella Stratford is mine. Mine to do with as I please, mine to use to satisfy my depraved craving, and mine to fucking discard when, and if, I feel like it. And right fucking now, I have no intention of letting her go until I have had my fill of her. I drag my fingers through her hair and yank on the strands, fisting them until I wrench her neck backward, and a cry of pain releases from her plump lips, and she reaches frantically up to dislodge my hold. That sound has a shiver of pleasure racing down my back, and my cock rock hard in my pants. “Your words offend me, Princesa, so much so that I think you should fucking choke on them, or better yet, maybe you should choke on my cock.”

“Diego...” My name leaves her pretty lips, but it won’t stop me. She must see it clearly on my face, that I won’t be denied taking what I want, because I see the panic behind her eyes. Good, the sooner she understands, the less she’ll get hurt.

My other hand slides across her chest until I reach the base of her slim throat, and I tap my fingers against her soft flesh. It would be so easy to snap her neck and end her life. To remove the temptation that she is to me, so that I can finally focus on what I need to do. Rather than on this wisp of a woman who should mean nothing to me, but instead has crawled so far under my skin, that I fear I will never get her out. She’s like an insidious parasite that has made its home inside of me, and refuses to be exorcized. My fingers tighten around her neck, pressing firmly until she starts to struggle in my grip, as the air is restricted to her lungs. Her beautiful eyes get even more prominent, widening as delicious tears slide from the corners, and make tracks into her hair. Weak. Temptress. Stunning. She’s a vision when she’s terrified.

I squeeze even tighter, until her pale skin goes red with the exertion of trying to garner oxygen. She’s going to have every single one of my fingers imprinted on her skin when I am done, like a pretty hand necklace. Maybe that will be a reminder to her, when she looks in the mirror, of who the fuck she belongs to. The thought that I should have my digits tattooed across the perfection of her skin, as a permanent warning, and mark of ownership to any male that looks at her, has my cock straining against my pants. “You’re going to open your mouth wide, and take me to the back of your throat, Princesa. If you’re a good little slut, I may even be benevolent enough to let you breathe through it. If not, I’ll take your fucking life, and throw your body in the damn ocean for the sharks to consume.”

I raise an eyebrow in question to see if she will cooperate, or if I’ll have to hurt her further. Issy needs to be trained to obey. She lacks discipline and respect, because she’s lived a spoiled and privileged life. I require and demand both of those of someone who is mine. She will fucking learn to obey me, or she will painfully perish in the attempt. Only the strong survive and rule this world, she will be no exception.

It’s in this moment, I decide that I will never let her go. Rather than walk away from her because she is weak, I will do everything to ensure that she becomes stronger and fiercer. I will make her a queen at my side, and for that, she will have to change from what she is now, into what I need her to be. My world is full of perils, and in her present state of mind, she will be nothing but bait for the sharks that are constantly circling.

I release my hold on her neck and hair, and she gulps enormous breaths of air, choking and coughing, as she tries to scramble from the outdoor lounge bed we were lying on. Most of her body makes it off, before I fist a chunk of her hair and use it as a leash, to bring her back to me. “FUCK, DIEGO! Release me, you’re hurting me!” She cries. I force her back against my chest, as I wrap my other arm around her abdomen, and yank her more firmly into my body. My cock hardens further, with every whimper that leaves her lips. “I haven’t even begun to hurt you, Issy. Why are you trying to run from me, Princesa?” I allow my nose to rub against her hair, inhaling her sweet scent of honey, vanilla, and jasmine. “We both know that if I slip my fingers inside of your panties right now, you’ll be soaked.”

I graze my teeth along the shell of her ear, and her breath stutters, before a moan rents the air around us. “You get off on my brand of pain, because you’re my slut. You want me to hurt you, don’t you, baby?” I bite down hard on her lobe, and a scream tries to leave her lips, but my hand rushes up, and I palm her mouth. “Do you think for a second, I won’t fuck you bloody, right in front of whoever tries to come to your rescue? Try me, Issy; I’ll have you laid bare like the whore you are, and let them watch me fuck you raw, and you’ll enjoy it, baby, we both know that.”

“Please...” she mumbles against my palm, and hearing her beg brings me so much satisfaction that I release her mouth. “Get back on the bed and hang your head off the end. Open those slut lips, and prepare to take me in your throat.” I don’t wait for her to comply; I throw her backward onto the lounge bed by her hair, as tears continue to slide down her face. I give her a warning glare when she goes to jump off again, and a shudder races through her body, before I see the acceptance and defeat across her features. She lies back down, following my instructions to hang her head off the bed and open her mouth.

Fuck, the sight before me is the equivalent for me of seeing a saint appear for a sinner. I almost want to get down on my knees and worship at her altar. She’s beautiful, as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her throat constricts as she attempts to swallow the saliva that must be pooling at the back of her throat, and she makes a choking sound, that has my cock weeping pearls of precum. I shift forward, getting off the bed and on my knees on the patio behind her head, as I force my fingers to wrap around her jaw. I hawk up, spit into her mouth, and she swallows it, even as her frightened eyes meet mine.

Good girl. Her breathing ramps up even more, until she’s so worked up that her pupils dilate. Issy can lie to herself all she wants, but I know that this is what she desires. She needs my brand of ruthless control and cruelty. My broken doll craves the way I make her feel, the way her body lights up under my touch. She wants me to use her until we are both satisfied and spent.

“What a pretty broken doll.” I caress her face gently, allowing her breathing to calm down a bit, and giving her a false hope that I’ll be gentle. I won’t be; that’s not who I am, and it’s not what she needs to combat the self-doubts, and weakness, inside of her. I pull down the front of my joggers, allowing my stiff cock to bounce free, before grabbing myself firmly by the base and slapping Issy’s cheek with my cock. I spread my precum all over her cheek, nose, and lips, making a fucking mess of her, and her tongue slips out and licks me off her mouth. “Mmmm,” she groans, and I watch in complete fascination as her thighs tighten, and she rocks her lower body side to side. My pretty whore is worked up and wants to cum already.

“Open,” I demand, and she widens her mouth until she looks almost obscene, and I slip the engorged purple crown of my cock inside of her mouth, pushing against the roof of her mouth and then slowly coating myself across her tongue. “Fuck.” I bite down on the inside of my cheek to try to regain some of my control over myself, so I don’t end up cumming too soon. I slide myself to the rear of her mouth until my cock head hits the back of her throat, and she spurts and gags, her hand coming up to push me away.

“Naw, baby, I own you. You’ll take all I have to give you and more.” I pull out until only the very tip is sitting on her bottom lip, and thrust in hard and ruthlessly, hitting the back of her throat and continuing to push, until I force her to swallow all of me, and I can see myself inside the bulge in her throat. My pelvis presses against her nose, further closing off her airway, and my balls are against her forehead, as I thrust over and over inside her, fucking the life right out of her. She tries to thrash in my hold, so I use my hands to pin her arms down to the bed, and drive more of my weight on top of her. “Fuck, so good, Issy. Look at how well you take me.”

I can feel electricity racing up my spine, and I know it won’t be long before I come, if I keep up at this pace. I can’t cum without making her detonate for me. I release one of her arms and slip my hand inside the band of her sleep shorts. My fingers make it past the barrier of her panties until I’m stroking the soft, wet flesh of her pussy lips. Fuck, she’s drenched. My middle finger slips between her slick lips, and I rub her clit in small tight circles, until she stops fighting me altogether, and instead, her legs drop open, allowing me unrestricted access to her cunt. I allow my thrusts to slow, and I pull back until she’s no longer choking on me, but I keep moving inside the warm heat of her mouth.

Two of my fingers slip into her tight hole, and I plunge them inside of her, at the same time I force my dick down her throat. I ramp up my rhythm, taking turns fucking her with my fingers and cock until her whole body spasms and tightens, and a hoarse, garbled cry leaves her lips. Fuck, I wish I could see her glistening, pink pussy as well as feel it, but there’s no time now to stop. I couldn’t even if I tried. Her pussy drenches as her orgasm explodes over her, soaking my fingers, palm, and all the way to my wrist. Her lower body rises and bows off the bed as she plants her feet and stiffens her legs. Beautiful. I allow my own release to wash over me, my body tightening, and forcing my head to tilt back on my neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what a good slut. My perfect slut, swallow me down, every drop.”

I come down her throat with a roar, and she chokes and gags, cum sliding down the side of her cheeks and dribbling down to her neck. My eyes watch as her body is wracked with little aftershocks as I strum her clit, and then I remove my fingers altogether and pull my cock from her mouth. She’s a beautiful disaster and masterpiece all in one. I catalog all her features, from her wide eyes to her flushed cheeks, down to her neck, which is already sprouting bruises in the size of my fingertips, to her heaving chest that makes her round, firm breasts jiggle as she tries to get enough air inside of her lungs. Mine, she’s all mine. How could she think I would ever let her go? I never will, not now, not in the future. She will always be by my side, we were meant to be, and I won’t ever allow her to leave me. I’ll kill her first before she ever does.

I help her to sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her in front of me, as I take a seat behind her and cradle her between my legs. I kiss the side of her head, and she leans into my touch, her body now utterly pliable, her limbs boneless and exhausted, and still in that after-sex glow. “Tell me where you would like to live if you had the choice. What would your perfect house look like?” I don’t know why I even bother to ask her the question, other than genuine curiosity. Her home will be wherever I am, and she won’t have a choice in that. I’m the head of a cartel. We will always need to stay in a protected compound.

She twists her neck and stares up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion, and then tentatively reaches forward and pecks my lips gently, like I didn’t just fuck her throat mere minutes ago like a savage. As if her ass doesn’t stop rubbing against my already hardening cock, I won’t rip her panties off and make her ride me right here in the open, for anyone to find us. Her fingers reach forward and lace with mine, as she settles back in between my legs.

She clears her throat, and I grin, knowing that it has to be sore after the way I rammed my cock down it. “Don’t laugh, please.” Her vulnerability makes my heart clench in my chest. “I... I have always dreamed of having a house that looks like something out of my favorite fairytale: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I wanted a red brick and creamy stone Tudor revival, the kind that has large casement windows, and various chimneys. I want there to be lots of walnut paneling, and warm white walls. Oh, and it has to have real wood-burning fireplaces, and a large sitting room with a window seat, so I can sit and read my favorite books and have my tea.” Her excitement is endearing, and I find myself picturing what she’s describing. The desire to give her exactly what she’s dreaming of fills me, even though I know the reality of that is probably non-existent.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to have something like that one day?” She turns her head and looks at me shyly from below her thick, dark lashes. I don’t have it in me to hurt her again so soon, especially not over something like this. “Maybe, who knows what the future holds.”

I’m pulled back from the memory as I watch her staring inside of the large sitting room. Her eyes take in all the details, the ones she described to me in detail all those years ago. Her hands clench at her sides, and her shoulders droop. “It’s not yours; knock it off and find the realtor,” I hear her mumble, as she forces herself to walk away from the room, and I stalk her through the house. Oh, my Princesa, if you only knew, but you will soon enough.

She stops just inside the kitchen, her eyes wandering the space as if she were genuinely looking for someone. “Hello, I’m Mia Stratford’s sister. I’m here to pick up the keys,” she yells, and I swallow a chuckle. Oh, my sweet, broken doll, no one is here, no one except us, ready to reclaim our woman. You won’t be leaving here any time soon either.

I step forward out of the shadows, my hands at my sides, ready and waiting to grab her if she tries to run from me. “Hello, Princesa , miss me?”

She releases a yelp and turns around quickly, her eyes large and terrified. “No!” She doesn’t hesitate, turning on her heel and running further into the room, trying to find an escape away from me. Oh good, my Princesa wants to play. She wants to run and be chased by the big, bad wolf. My mouth salivates with excitement at the thought of catching her, bringing her to the ground, and ravishing her. “Run, broken doll, run!” I yell before giving chase.