Serpent King's Bride: A Dark Mafia Romance Trilogy

Chapter Three: Nathan

Iwas laughing, laughing…and I couldn’t fucking stop.

Even with the knife pressed to my throat, even with Abby’s wet pussy still clenching around me, I couldn’t shut up. There was no point, anyway; she could kill me now, fuck me, it didn’t matter.

We were both doomed.

The laughter died in my throat as Abby’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and direct. “Why the hell are you laughing?” Her grip on the knife didn’t waver, the blade pressed tight against my skin.

I went quiet, tilting my head up to meet her gaze. The cold steel bit deeper into my flesh, a thin line of blood trickling down my neck to join the FBI agent’s blood still pooling on the floor.

“Isn’t it obvious?” My voice was low, almost a whisper. “You’ve fucked me, Abby.”

Her eyebrows knotted together, confusion flickering across her face. “I’m aware,” she said, her voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and something else I couldn’t place. “Considering you’re still inside me. And by the way, still hard.”

“Jesus, Abby.” I shook my head; even now she had to turn everything into a joke. “Not like that. I mean you’ve really done it. You’ve fucked us both over. Because once my father finds out about this mess, he won’t just sit back. He’ll have us both killed.”

The revelation seemed to sober her up quick. Her hand steadied, and the knife pulled away ever so slightly.

That was my chance.

With a swift, calculated move, I twisted, forcing the blade to skim dangerously against my skin. A sharp gasp escaped Abby’s lips as she realized what had happened—I was bleeding, but not enough to drop me. Just a cruel kiss from the edge of her weapon.

“I knew you wouldn’t kill me,” I growled, locking eyes with her. The pain in my neck was a dull roar compared to the betrayal that seeped through my veins. “We’re tied together in this now.”

Before she could protest, I surged upwards, knocking her off-balance and onto the floor beside Tyler’s lifeless body. His blood, still warm, seeped into the fabric of the floral-print robe she wore, a macabre reminder of the chaos we’d descended into. She didn’t seem to care, staring into my eyes, her pussy throbbing.

I hitched her leg up over my shoulder, turned my head, grazed my teeth over her skin…and I bit her, just enough to make her gasp and moan.

I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop fucking her, couldn’t stop loving her, even after she’d stabbed me in the back.

I started thrusting again, harder this time, our bodies slipping slightly in the blood. Abby gasped, groaned—locked her legs around me so I wouldn’t slide out, because we were both bloody, broken freaks with nothing to lose.

“You like this, huh?” I snarled. “You like hurting me…you like to be hurt, you like the violence. This pussy was made for me, baby…this psychotic fucking pussy.”

She groaned, fingers gripping for purchase where the floor was still clear. I couldn’t believe how good she felt, even looking like the goddess of death. My neck stung from the wound she’d left on me, my blood dripping onto her bare breasts, and I leaned down to lick them clean.

“I’m gonna come inside you again, baby,” I rasped. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good—“

I didn’t give her the chance to respond, my hips pounding into her with a relentless rhythm that spoke of pent-up rage and raw need. The pleasure spiraled, tightened, until it was all I could feel, all I could want.

And then, with a final thrust, I let go, spilling myself inside her once more.

We stilled—just for a second. She reached for me, like she was going to touch me and break me.

I knew she was capable of it, so I tore myself away.

With a ragged breath, I pulled out and scrambled to my feet, jerked my pants up again, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. I stalked across the room, raking my hands through my hair, the metallic scent of blood mixing with sex heavy in the air. My pulse hammered in my ears; my vision blurred at the edges.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. This wasn’t just a loss of control—it felt like a dam had broken, the floodwaters rushing in…and I was drowning.

“Hey,” Abby’s voice was soft but firm as she came up behind me.

Her hand touched my elbow, and I jerked away at the way her touch burned.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spat, whirling on her, eyes wild with betrayal and hurt. “Don’t.”