Deadly Saints [18+]

035: Gamble

|Diavolo Tchenkov|

I seem to have these reoccurring moments, where the heat envelops my body and flows through my veins with seething anger that couldn't be contained, the kind where I see red within my vision. The fire is unbearable, eating away my insides at what happened and especially the aftermath.

What did you expect, for her to sit idly by while you get married and have her as a side chick? Fuck Yes!

That's what should have happened, Isadora was suppose to break at the sight of my fiancée and instead she does a complete one eighty and fucks Prince but let's not forget Sebastian. Isadora is not a girl, she is a woman who knew the art of manipulation all to well, the skill practically is imprinted in her DNA. It aggravated me, she didn't even bother with a reaction at the sight of Bianca.

Instead, she had the two for one special, Prince and Sebastian fucking her pussy with their mere fingers and she was mewling in their touch. The sound vibrated straight to my cock, those moans were hot and addictive. I could vividly see her wet pussy from the angle I sat at, with there fingers deep inside her while their tongues fucked her mouth without mercy. She might have relished in their presence but nothing would come close to how I will fuck her, into oblivion.

God, the way she dressed earlier on dinner was divine. I can't deny that Isadora is a fucking vision.

Bianca, purposely attempted to act naive in my presence but I always saw through the cracks. One mistake and everything became clearer to me, that's why I am simply returning the favour. Although her beauty is astonishing, Isadora is enchanting. Bianca had luscious copper waves that reached her hips with cinnamon coloured orbs that swirled with secrets, her figure-hugging ebony dress accentuated her round ass and perky breasts. Porcelain skin that resembled those delicate dolls, it always made me crave to mark each inch of her body.

Isadora however has silky-smooth jet-black waves that reminded you of a feather, delicate to the touch. Magnetic icy blues that often swirled with the specks of gold, the hint of mischief prominent within those alluring eyes. Her creamy glistening skin that always felt like fire against my skin, plump peach lips that always reminded me of the way they wrapped around my cock. She had the perfect hourglass figure, a bouncy ass and voluminous boobs that fit perfectly in my hands.

The heat enveloped my body, eagerly eating away at my blood stream, the pounding of my heart drowning my ears. My palms itched to break something, tear something, kill something. Walking further into my room, I didn't even notice that Bianca had been hot on my trail. All that consumed my body is the impending need for violence, destruction and chaos. Entering my room, darkness greeted me with the heavy scent of vanilla.

That familiar scent adorning Bianca's skin, sweet and enticing. It infuriated me, I used to be attracted to this kind of innocence. Now, the scent of whiskey and chocolate devoured me from the inside. It is absorbed into Isadora's creamy gold skin, reflecting the person she is. It screamed sex, lust and power, oozing with control and confidence. I fucking hate her.

Within two hours, she became the puppet master, pulling my imaginary strings in different directions. Isadora knew how to manipulate and it fucking shows in that little display at dinner. I despised this feeling, an uncomfortable churning in my stomach that made me want to throw up.

This shouldn't happen to me because it can't, being the most feared ruler is what I thrive on and I'll be damned if this fucking bitch destroys all that. The plan still remains, make her a weapon, a femme fatale. I wouldn't let emotions cloud my judgment, to gain complete control can only be done with her.