chapter nine
LOCKED IN
SNAKE
Crunching down on the lollypop, I watch Saban shifting restlessly in her sleep.
Something twists deep in my solar plexus.
I don’t attempt to shove it away. Instead, savoring the pang of betrayal just as I do the tiny shards of my recent addiction cutting into my tongue.
The tanginess of the sour apple is reminiscent of the flavor my revenge will take now that I have this little treacherous motherfucker back in my grasp.
“Umm,” she moans in her sleep, not the same as her nightmares before. It’s almost like she’s caught-up in the throes of pleasure.
Rage sears through me as I wonder just who the fuck she’s dreaming of, Oz? He made it more than clear that he fucked her.
“Fuck,” I huff, pulverizing the rest of the lollipop the same way I plan on destroying her tight little pussy.
It won’t matter who came before, because for as long as I desire, I will be the only one she craves.
It will be my pleasure to train her. By the time I’m done, she’ll be my own little fucktoy of a fiend.
I’m going to be her ruin, and she’ll hate herself for loving every minute of it.
“Umm.” Her thick hips swerve, grinding into the bed. Yeah, she’s dreaming of being fucked. Her body twists, tangling in the sheets like she’s seeking relief.
The chair creaks as I rock back, getting a better view.
She’s facing away from me, still locked into her dream.
The covers slip to mid-back, exposing the smooth brown of her skin.
Her head burrows deeper into the pillow.
Still, she can’t find the relief she seeks.
One hand pulls from beneath the pillow, slipping down between her body and the bed.
Enthralled, I watch as she fucks herself.
Whimpering, she rides her fingers — so deep in the hashish-induced sleep she’s lost all inhibition.
That big, juicy ass of hers sways and jiggles as she plays with her pussy.
Mumbling unintelligible words in various languages, she loses herself in her climax.
“Bravo.” Starting a slow, hard clap, I have to bite back the chuckle threatening to erupt as I watch her jerk out of her fantasy. Her locs tangle when her head swivels, jerking to face me.
Wary brown eyes sharpen as she focuses on me.
“Damn, I haven’t been entertained this well in a while.” I say quietly, watching the sheet fall forgotten from her breasts, exposing two deep brown nipples that immediately harden from the coolness of the room.
“S-Snake?” She rasps, then coughs, unable to make out my form but still able to recognize my voice in the darkened room.
Heaving, she begins the hyperventilate. As much pleasure as I get from watching her panic, I flick on the light.
I have shit to do, and having her pass out again is not on my agenda.
I let her sleep off her high on the plane over to the States.
Now it’s time to play with my new pet.
Eyes darting around in a frantic search, she takes in the room for the first time.
Sparse and bare except for the only furniture she and I both occupy.
The bed, if the twin wrought iron metal with a simple mattress, could even be called that, and the spindle chair I grabbed from her old room to tease her memory of what she once had.
“One and the same, ti de?od.” Hating I called her by the Haitian name, but seeing the pain flash across her face makes it worth it.
“Why did you bring me here? You could’ve killed me in Senegal, asshole.” She spits out the words with a vehemence that speaks of the disdain she has for me now. Gone is the woman who sought to please me. The idolization replaced with hate.
The same animosity rises within me like a wave. Rage is a fire burning so fucking fiercely it rolls off me in waves. I know she can feel it.
“Nah, an example needs to be made of you first. Disloyalty has its own rewards with el Diablo.” Rising slowly, I move to stand looking down at her small, curvy form huddled by the head of the bed.
“Disloyalty? Bitch, you don’t know shit about loyalty.
You’re nothing but a fucking pendejo trafficking-ass monster.
” Rising with each word, clutching the thin sheet that does nothing to hide her luscious curves, she spews invective after brutal accusation at me.
Teeth bared hard, she continues. “You’re nothing if not disloyal after what you did.
I can’t believe I ever thought we could ever be anything.
It makes me sick even to think about it. ”
Taking the words, I pull them into the deepest recesses of my soul, so I never forget how she really feels about me — what she must have always felt I was capable of.
“I love how your lil’ dumb ass believes everything you hear. Is that why you fucked Oz the first chance you got?” The words almost sound bored to my own ears. I keep my face impassive, refusing to let her see how they tear at me. How her betrayal cuts me still.
I watch a small conniving smile pull across her plump lips until she’s all out grinning with abject glee. “He was worthy.” She gives a little shimmy of her shoulders before settling back against the iron railing of the bed’s headboard.
“Also, not a fucking monster who fucks on kids. I saw how foul you were first hand, puto.” Her eyes blaze with righteous fury.
“Oh, yeah?” I ground out, stepping closer. “So he stretched that pussy out for me? Good.” I force a grin, pulling my Henley over my head, tossing it on the chair.
“The fuck are you doing? You like kids, remember?” Scrambling back, she looks for an escape. I could have told her there are none. No windows. The only door — hidden — requires a code and a retinal scan. She’s never getting out of here without me.
Ignoring how stupid she sounds, I toe off my already unlaced shit-kickers, placing them under the chair.
“If you think I’m just going to lie here and let you rape me, you’ve got another think coming, you sick, stupid motherfucker.” She hisses, snatching the sheet, wrapping it around her body, then up between her legs. She tucks it into the top piece covering her chest.
Looking like a warrior princess, her long locs falling well past her bottom, swaying with every movement. Taking long braids of hair, she twists and twists, wrapping them into a high topknot.
“Who said anything about rape?” Scoffing, I unbuckle my belt, tossing it to the foot of the bed, knowing I may need it later.
Shaking her head, she edges away from the bed. Following the nimble movement of her feet for a moment, I steel myself for the fear I’m going to see in her eyes. There is none. Wrathful hate is all she shows as I turn to face her.
“You’ll be begging for my dick soon enough, ti de?od.” Pivoting, I rush her.
An “oof” erupts from my chest as her small but hard foot connects with my solar plexus. My arms windmill as the force of the kick propels me back into the bed so hard the metal feet screech as my body connects, sending it across the room several feet.
“Gotdamn.” I finally settle half on and off the side of the bed, looking at her with dismay and no small amount of surprise.
“Aine, no little kid, you can take advantage of, hoe.” Slipping into the southern drawl we’ve acquired, she raises her hands, positioning them to match her combative stance.
“I taught you, remember?” Nodding, I stand, assessing her for any tells. Pride licks through me despite the intense anger I feel toward her at the moment.
“Ozymandias taught me more.” The devilish smile that spreads across her face makes jealousy spiral through me like acid.
Circling her, I stalk her every movement. I know Oz is as much of a killer as I am. If he taught her, she’s more than capable. Still, I outweigh her and have years of experience fighting in and out of a ring with motherfuckers who were dead set on trying to kill me.
“C’mon, then show me what he taught you other than how to take dick.” I taunt, forcing her to make swifter and swifter turns to keep pace with me.
“Jealous?” she giggles like she delights in my obvious fury.
“Nah. He’ll be dead soon enough. Just like that little motherfucker sitting watch beneath your shop.” I watch horror spill through her gaze, followed by unmitigated anguish, which compounds when I laugh.
A scream erupts from her just as she hurls herself at me, just as I anticipated telling her the lie. Nails claw into the stubble on the side of my face, then rake down my neck. Fire burns in the wake of her nails digging and dragging into my flesh.
Her other hand chops on the other side of my face. Luckily, my height is nearly twice hers, so with a quick reflective action on my part, she misses the stunning blow she attempts at my ear.
Grabbing her arm, I twist her away from me, securing her other arm in the process.
Anchoring her feet above my knee, she rears back, attempting to slam her head against. I release her just in time, shoving her with the flat of my hand on her back so that she goes flying across the room.
The momentum has her careening in such a way I think for a moment she’s going to eat it against the wall.
Somehow — obviously taught by her new lover — she manages to stay on her feet. Pivoting, she faces me.
“You’ve got to do better than that, pendejo.” I have to admit, the cocky smile makes her look even more the curvy little menace that she is.
“I want to see how hard you smile after you come on my dick, querida.” My voice dips, watching the way her body heaves from the effort she’s put in defying me.
“And I can’t wait to shut you fuck up by stuffing your mouth full of me.” Watching the reaction my taunts have on her expression, I watch her shift closer to the chair.
I don’t move, already anticipating her next move. I shift away, making her think I’m about to rush her again. She should know better, but she panics from not taking me out with that last move of hers. In her mind, this going on too long, and it has her misjudging her odds.