Todos los capítulos de His Serpent's Kiss: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The notification on my phone popped up with a beeping sound.Motion detected.My jaw clenched.He had taken the bait.As Tony drove us to the warehouse, a tinge of bitterness and fury surged up making my fingers twitch.Dante was peeking around in my study, but for what? Was he working with someone? What was his motive?I pulled out my phone to check the security cameras I had planted in my study. I’d never used them before, although they had been there ever since Layla had come to stay with me when she was pregnant.Now, as I saw Dante’s form frozen at the doorway, an inescapable sensation akin to anger made me want to reach for my gun.However, he didn’t go inside.My curiosity was piqued as I saw him turn around abruptly, and then shut the door behind him, leaving my study as empty as it had been once before.I continued to watch for a few minutes, until we stopped at the front of the warehouse and Tony stopped the car.“Don, we’ve arrived,” He announced, pulling me out of my thoug

The bathroom was quiet. I made not one sound as I turned on the tap, cupping water and lowering my wave to wash. The taste of Nero’s essence lingered on my tongue, and I grabbed the toothbrush half-blindly, almost crazed in my movements to squeeze out the toothpaste onto its bristles.Not even the taste of mint toothpaste could wash off his touch. I spat the water I’d gargled into the bathroom sink, feeling the droplets of water cool my face.A glance at the mirror in front of me told me everything; I looked exhausted, but more than that I looked as ashamed as I felt.Like a dog called to heel.Thinking of those brief periods when I had been on my knees in the study, letting Nero do whatever he wanted, even enjoying a little of it - the way tingles ran down my spine when his fingernails scratched at my scalp teasingly, his grip on the back of my neck as he thrusted, or that strange stirring I felt when he called me his pet—I looked away from my dazed reflection and grabbed a warm fac

Nero didn't give me a glance as he approached the front porch.“Who was it?” He asked, and I knew he was talking about the stalker of that man— whoever the fuck he was.“No one I know,” I shrugged minutely, handing him a silver ring upon which sat a crest. “This was his. He wouldn’t talk.”So I cut out his tongue before shooting him, I thought. I had needed an outlet for my anger.“Hmm,” he said, looking at the ring briefly before placing it in his pocket. A part of me wanted to ask, but he had already walked back into the ma shook before I could say a word.I stood, feeling the cool evening breeze. My jaw clenched, eyes fixed on that spot where that man’s car had been.Who was he to Nero?My heart thrundered in my chest, and I curled my hands into fists, returning inside.Nero had entered his study, and I had the feeling he wouldn’t send for me tonight.So I got to my bedroom, slamming the door shut.What was this feeling?I paced around the room which seemed to constrict around me,

It was utter fortitude that my grandfather was present, or I would see all of them dead. If NOT for my grandfather, I would not have come. The man raised me, taught me more about being a man than my father ever did. Eliza’s face had paled, looking every bit as disgusting as she always had. “Angelo,” my lips curled up into a lazy smile. So he had arrived after all. “Come to defend your mother as always. How chivalrous of you.” His one eye glinted at me with the look of murder written on his face. For a moment, around us, no one breathed. And I relished in it, seeing Angelo approach, seething. “Watch your words, Nero,” Angelo gritted out. “Or I shall cut it out for you.” “Dare to and I’ll take that other eye of yours,” I replied easily. My gun was within reach. I could shoot my way out of here anytime. It would be difficult, but not impossible. “Your mother is more than capable of facing the consequences of her own behavior on her own. Don’t make this about you.” Veins on h

I moaned, gripping the sheets for dear life.Nero was relentless, his thrusts intensified in speed, ever move of his hips served to torture me into completion.Morning sunlight spilled over the bed through the open windows, painting his skin with a golden glow.I could hardly hold on, and with a couple more seconds, I came, spilling my load over the sheets.Nero’s grip on my hair tightened and he gave a sharp tug.“Disobedient,” he gritted out with a hiss, eyes sharply burning into my dazed ones.My lips parted to speak but then he forced my face down into the pillow, and his grip moved down to my neck, restricting my airways with precise accuracy.“What. Have. I. Told you?”Each word was punctuated with a roll of his hips, sheathing himself into me fully and pulling back. It drove me crazy.I whined against the sheets, mixed with sweat, desire and fear.His fingers stayed firm against my Adam’s Apple, almost a light caress as I choked out.“N-Nero.” His name was forced out of my lips