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 metalwith 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 dezod.” 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.
