Rafeal pov
Her chest sunk, her body dropping as if she might fall where she stood.
She caught herself, her bottom lip trembling as tears trailed down her flushed cheeks.
I'd known the moment I went to bed that I'd taken my life in my hands by leaving the shards there.
I needed to know what Isa would do, given a choice, and the fact that, despite all I'd done, she couldn't bring herself to truly hurt me spoke volumes about the feelings that still consumed her.
They were just hidden beneath the surface of her anger Of her fear.
She'd chosen to run instead, proving something I wanted to show her. Something she needed to discover for herself.
No matter what she did, or where she tried to go, there would be no getting off El Infierno without my knowledge.
If I wanted it that way, she would never leave the fucking island again.
"Do you understand now, mi princesa?"
I asked, slowly closing the distance between us. She backed up a step, as though she might try to flee again.
Stopping herself at the last possible moment, a ragged moan tore from her lips as she forced her body to be still despite the fear waging war on her body.
"Why wouldn't they help me?" she asked.
The innocence in the question tugged at whatever remained of my heart.
My poor Isa was so naïve to the ways of the world, so lost with the wide eyes of her youth, that she didn't realize the simple truth that drove our world to spin.
People were selfish. She'd spoken the words to me once, but now she would fully understand the truth of it.
"Because I put food on their table. Because I am El Diablo, and they worship me as their King."
Her legs shook as she fought to remain upright, pushing through her fear of what was coming as I closed the distance between us.
She jolted when I reached up a hand to cup her cheek, running my thumb through the tears on her cheekbones as she turned stunning eyes to mine.
They were always vibrant, but they intensified when she cried, turning a bottled green that women everywhere would envy.
"I own this island. I own the people. If I wanted, they would watch me slaughter you and not so much as move a muscle to help you. There is nobody who can save you from me, Princesa. It is time to come to terms with your new life."
She didn't move as I touched my other hand to her hip, sliding my fingers inside the hem of her t-shirt.
Her eyes danced with movement as her brain tried to find an escape.
As she frantically fought against the truth she now knew.
She'd be mine until her dying breath, and then I would chase her into the afterlife.
"Why are you doing this?" she murmured, her voice quivering as she asked the question.
I slid my hands down to her thighs, grasping her around the backs of them and lifting her into my arms.
"I don't understand what I did." She was so close to breaking, so close to the point of no return where
I needed to put her in order to rebuild her the way she'd always been meant to be.
Anger pulsed in my body, uncontrollable and all consuming, but with her hollow eyes on mine and the sight of her lips quivering in my face, I lowered her to the ground more gently than I might have.
I wanted to shove her body into the tree and ravage her, to show her everything I would take and all that she would give me willingly.
Instead, I placed her on the ground carefully and sealed my weight over hers.
The lights of the village twinkled out slowly as my people went to bed for the night, forced into their homes earlier than they might have planned because of Isa's moonlit run.
She couldn't possibly know they'd been celebrating my return with my bride to be in tow.
That El Diablo would finally have his heirs to continue the Ibarra legacy and give them the stability I'd been unable to provide without Isa.
I touched a hand to her hair, brushing it back gently as I pushed her legs wider and settled my hips between them.
She flinched back from the touch, her body able to feel the violence barely restrained in me.
The time would quickly come when I showed Isa what it could mean to be with me.
If she didn't want to accept the man, then the nightmare would fuck her in the dirt and break her body into submission. The choice was hers to make.
"I knew the moment I saw you that you would be my wife,"
I murmured. Her eyes widened at my words, and I wondered how they could come as a surprise.
My intention to get her pregnant should have been enough to communicate to Isa that this was not a temporary situation for me.
"But I don't want to be your wife.
I just want to go home." The words faded, the melancholy sound like that of a woman as she realized her home was gone. That it had been destroyed, and in a way it had.
It would never be her home again.The shorts clinging to her sweat-slicked body kept me from touching what was mine.
I grasped her around the back of her thighs, lifting her legs and ass off the ground to rest against my body.
Sliding my hands into the elastic waistband, I pulled them down and over her ass while she stared up at me.
"You will never try to leave me again. I am sure you can see that it is pointless now," I said, watching as she nodded slowly.
The movement was as hesitant as I would have expected, as if she was barely there.
Drifting away in the ocean, lost to the tide of my possession would take the flames of Hell to bring her back to life, to resurrect her as Mi Reina so she could withstand the fires to stand by my side.
I dragged the shorts up and over the tops of her thighs as she watched me, blinking up at me in her shock.
Tossing them to the side, I shoved her legs back down to part around me so that I could lean forward and pull the collar of her tank top down until her breasts spilled free.
I placed her bandaged hands on my chest, longing to feel her bare skin on me.
To feel the torn flesh of her hands as she touched me and know that the marks on her skin were mine.
That they were part of us, for better or worse.
Even as I wanted her to look at me as if I was the man she'd fallen in love with in Ibiza, I couldn't deny the appeal of knowing she saw the darkness in me.
That she stared in the face of the nightmare and held her ground where others might have continued to run.
Isa could play innocent all she wanted, but she'd always seen hints of the darkness in my eyes.
She'd seen it, felt it against her skin, and she'd welcomed it with open arms. Like coming home to the place her soul was always meant to belong.
She didn't speak, just stared up at me with teary eyes as she shook her head from side to side.
I knew there was nothing left she could say as she tried to work her way through the inescapable nature of her life with me, but accepting it was the first step in our battle toward happiness.
I reached between our bodies, dragging the waistband of my pajama shorts down until my cock sprung free in the gap.
I notched my head against her clit, dragging it through her pussy and rubbing up and down through her until I was wet with the arousal she wouldn't want to acknowledge.
The brokenness faded from her eyes, the little demon rising in response to my attempt at sweet seduction.
Isa had never been one to simply let me make love to her, instead preferring to push me until I couldn't resist the temptation to take her roughly. To push her past the limits she'd probably thought she had for herself.
But there were no limits to what I would do to Isa. No parts of her that I wouldn't claim as mine.
Even understanding that the defiance came from a place of not wanting sweet and romantic from a man she was determined to hate, that it was a defense mechanism as strong as any, I still felt nothing but frustration as I met her glare with one of my own.
"I did warn you what would happen if I caught you, Princesa," I warned as I lined my cock up and drove inside her. She screamed as I filled her, crying out into the night with the violence of my possession.
I covered her body with mine, shoving myself as deep as I could go in my attempt to fuse our bodies together.
If I could spend my life inside her, I would.
I never wanted to be anywhere else.
She whimpered as I drew back, gliding through her tender and swollen tissue that hadn't been ready for me.
"Scream my name when you come," I ordered, pounding into her furiously in my need for all the men in my village to hear it.
For them to know exactly who owned her.
She didn't say my name, defying me in one small way that only made me more determined to pull the word from her mouth as I fucked her.
She grunted, taking what I had to give as I knew she always would. She was my perfect fit, the perfect match designed just for me
I kissed her, forcing her to taste, to acknowledge that our connection went deeper than simple biology.
That the emotion behind it was there, pulsating beneath the primal fucking in the dirt.
I'd break her body down until her walls disappeared and she let me inside her head.
Then I'd own that too.
When I drew back, I grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted until she bent in half for me.
With her ankles around my shoulders, I pounded deep inside her with hard and fast strokes that stole a whimper from her each time I struck the end of her.
"Fuck!" she groaned, clenching her eyes closed as I fucked her harder than I probably should have in my desperation to hear my name as she came.
"Say my fucking name,"
I ordered again, shifting the angle of my hips as I drove inside her.
"Whose pussy is this?" My dick hit her g-spot, bringing a shocked expression to her face as I dragged my head over it and worked her higher and higher into her orgasm.
"Fuck you,"
she moaned. Smirking down at her, I pressed forward until her legs touched her chest and she heaved out a ragged sigh.
Leaning my weight over her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth as I shoved inside her in a downward motion.
There was no reprieve with the ground at her back and my weight crashing into the top of her, forcing her to take everything I gave without escape.
"Soon, I'll lay you out like this and fuck your ass,"
I murmured against her mouth. She gasped into my space, reaching out to grab my forearms in her grip as her nails dug into my flesh and she tried to bleed me. "My name, Princesa."
Those nails dug harder as I drew back and moved inside her more gently, pulling her away from her orgasm until she gave me what I wanted.
She whimpered, desperation taking over her features.
When she couldn't take it any longer, she whimpered my name in defeat.
"Rafael, please."
Leaning forward, I kissed her and fucked her in harder furious drags of my head over that spot inside her that drove her as wild as I felt in my anger with her.
She came, spasming around my cock while I kept pounding her through it.
After a few more minutes of enjoying her as she panted beneath me, I followed her over the edge.
Filling her with my release once again, which she glared down at in the space between her legs as I pulled out.
She didn't protest as I drew her into my arms and carried her back down the hill and toward the bed that waited for us.
No one dared to look at her half naked form as I made my way home.
Mi princesa was for my eyes alone.
She was too exhausted to care about anything other than going back to sleep, but I knew the argument regarding condoms would come soon enough.
She'd see it my way in time.