Captured By A Royal Thug 3

by Heiress

  “But you started to enjoy it,” Bella assumed. She threw the whip on the floor. She slowly walked to a bag where she poured out more objects onto the floor. “How sick of a man can you be to enjoy inflicting pain on the woman you claim to love? Then have the nerve to call it a punishment. Making a woman cry and bleed during sex is not a punishment. It’s torture!” she roared.

  My eyes squinted as I watched her put a collar around his mouth with a ball on it. “Remember this?” she asked circling around him. In her hand she had an object that looked way too familiar.

  “Is that a... Oh, shit,” I cursed to myself.

  Enzo’s eyes bucked when she let him feel it since he couldn’t see it. “Bella no! Bella no! Pleeeease. I beg of you!” he muffled through the thing around his mouth.

  “When you thought I was flirting with one of your guards, you threw me in the black room and put that ball in my mouth. You cuffed me to the bed and raised the curtains so your friends could watch. You humiliated me.” Tears streamed her eyes. “You are the reason why I can no longer bare children for my King. You are the reason I’m lying to him about where I’ve been. You ruined my life and now I’m going to end yours. Well… after I do this.”

  “Noooooooooooo!”

  With no mercy, Bella rammed the very large object into his ass, and I had wished I would have turned my head. The sight was just downright nasty as fuck. I don’t see how niggas be gay. If that’s what they like, then cool, but why? Shit painful as fuck. My ass cheeks clinched just watching the shit go down. Enzo started to vomit, and I couldn’t take this shit any more.

  “Bella stop this shit!” I barked.

  Immediately she stopped and glanced up. Her face was red and filled with tears. I could see the hurt and I wanted to make it better. I wanted to take all of her pain away and make her forget what happened to her, but I couldn’t.

  “End this and end it now,” I ordered.

  She shook her head as she backed away from Enzo’s body. He had passed out, so he was no longer screaming for dear life. “I can’t. I can’t kill him. It’s too easy. I just can’t,” she cried.

  Not wasting time, I pulled out the knife I had in my pocket and slit his throat. I watched as he bled out and died. Bella was still posted on the wall crying her eyes out. Dropping the knife, I walked over to her and wrapped her in my arms. We both dropped to our knees and I just allowed my wife to cry in my chest. I didn’t say a word. I was still and allowed her to get it all out.

  Once I felt her calm down, I helped her up and walked her to the car. After securing her inside, I called up Twan and told him to come take care of the cellar. He tried to act like he didn’t know what I was talking about, but I told him that I knew. After he agreed, I took Bella home. She told me the entire story on what happened.

  She had snuck out of the boat late that night with Zara and they kidnapped Enzo. They got caught by his mother and had to take her too. I asked her about the tongue, and she told me it was his mother’s tongue. She knew they would have the same DNA. She told me about how Estella did an African ritual to heal her body, but it didn’t seem to work well on her mind and how she felt. She was still hurt and broken.

  I didn’t interrupt her. I didn’t call her names and yell at her for her deceit. I didn’t make her feel worse about what she did. I listened. I understood and I consoled her. I would be wrong to tell her how she felt and how she should have handled it. She did what she thought she needed to do.

  When we made it back to our home, I carried my Queen to our bathroom. I stripped her of her clothes and ran her a bubble bath in our pool like tub. Once full, I placed her inside and told her to just relax. Her eyes closed and she let her head fall back on the edge of the tub. Lathering up a body sponge, I softly bathed her. I even washed her hair. When I tried to get up and leave to give her time alone, she grabbed my hand.

  “Stay. I need you,” she whispered.

  “My Queen, you have me. Always,” I assured.

  “No. I need you,” she repeated in a tone that I understood.

  Grabbing her leg, I tossed it over the tub so that she was spread wide like eagle wings. Reaching for her neck, I wrapped my hand around it firm but not too tight. I wanted her to feel my love and aggression. My other hand slipped under the water and found its way to the entrance of my most prized possession. My middle and ring finger slid inside her. Her walls tightened around them as I moved them in and out of her. I took my time massaging the inside of her wet center, so I could make her feel good. In this moment it was all about Bella.

  My thumb drew circles around her swollen clit. That drove her insane. She pushed her body, out of the water to match the rhythm of my hand. Her face scrunched up as she tried to contain herself. Biting her lip, she softly moaned through her teeth. Her hands gripped the sides of the bathtub.

  “Don’t hold back, Bella. Let me know how this shit feels. I want to hear you,” I spoke, digging my fingers deeper inside her. I tapped on her G-spot to make the moment more intense. She couldn’t bear it then.

  “Ooooooooh, God! Oh, God!” she wailed.

  I stared into her eyes and watched as she came all over my fingers. The moment was intense. Our eyes never left each other as I pleased her. She squirted all in the tub and I never let up on her. I kept going until she was yet again, cumming. With my hand still wrapped around her neck, I bent down and sucked on her lips. They were so soft and full. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we entangled them together. My dick was hardening up. So much that it was aching. I had to relieve myself.

  I stood up to take off my shirt and while I was undressing myself, Bella helped herself to my pants button. Once she got them down, she wasted no time pulling my dick out. Her hands were planted on my upper thigh as she tongued my dick into her mouth with no hands. She started sucking the tip nice and slow before taking me further inside her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my dick felt so fucking good that I bit my knuckle just to keep from crying out like a bitch.

  She hadn’t given me head since I lost my leg. I thought that maybe she was weirded out by it since my absent leg would be in front of her face, but she wasn’t. Even with my prosthetic leg attached to my thigh, she didn’t seem the bit fazed by it. That made me more appreciative of the magnificent head she was giving me.

  “Fuuuck,” I groaned through clinched teeth.

  Glancing down, I watched her damn near swallow all of me. I could see the tip of my dick, pocking out her throat. The sight was so sexy to me. She was doing a good job, but I was tempted to fuck her face. Reaching behind her head, I fisted her hair. Slowly, I stroked her face. She had her hands planted on my ass which was new to me, but I really didn’t give a fuck at this point. The tip of my dick was too busy tickling her throat.

  The sound of her gagging almost made me nut all in her mouth. She made it so sloppy and wet that spit was dripping down her mouth into the water. Her eyes teared up as she choked on me. I had never seen anything like it in my life. She couldn’t bear my heirs anymore, but her throat was about to be pregnant.

  “Fuck, I’m about to nut,” I warned. Just as the words slipped out my mouth, Bella snatch me out of her throat. It was like the nut crawled back into my nuts. “What you do that for?” I quizzed.

  “I want you,” she moaned, playing in her pot of gold right in front of me. I don’t know if me killing a nigga made her horny, but she was on one tonight. Her ass shook in the water, causing it to splash and ripple.

  “Then let’s take this shit to the bed.”

  “No. I want you in here.” She curled her finger, gesturing for me to get in.

  I was so into how Bella was acting; she could have told me to fuck her while jumping off a bridge and I would have done it. Leaning on the tub, I took off my prosthetic leg and got into the water. Bella crawled on top of me. Her lips met mine and she damn near sucked my lips off my face. I played in her hair as her tongue played in my mouth.

  “I want to try something,” she said with her tongue licki
ng my bottom lip.

  “Let’s try it.” I was down for anything. My dick was so hard that it could cut fucking ice.

  Bella used me for balance as she stretched her legs and put them both on the edge of the tub. She was basically doing the splits. She reached down and grabbed my dick, placing me at her entrance. Slowly, she made her way down my shaft. Still she was tight and warm like she had never been touched. Still she hugged my dick with the tightest grip. Still she felt like the very first time we made love. Nothing had changed.

  Reaching behind her, she held onto the sides of the tub so she could bounce on my dick. I watched as her succulent breasts bounced up and down. My mouth watered, wanting to suck on them. I could see my dick pocking at her lower stomach area, and I knew I was deep in that shit. My head fell back, and I just enjoyed the ride.

  “Oooooooh! My King! My King you feel sooooo good,” she bellowed.

  “I’m sure I could feel much better. Hold still,” I said as I lifted up and basically got on my knees. I leaned back with my fist touching the bottom of the tub and thrust my pelvis upward. I could feel her walls caving in on me the harder and faster I dug into her. Water was splashing onto the floor due to me fucking her so hard. Tears ran down her face as she shook as if she was having a seizure. She was cumming back to back.

  “You want this nut, my Queen?”

  “Yeeeeees. Cum inside of me baby.”

  Letting her words control my dick, I deepened my strokes and went as hard as I could until I was cumming inside of her. That nut was more powerful than any nut I had ever had. We both heaved in and out as we tried to calm down. I helped Bella take her legs down off the tub and she laid down in between mine with her head resting on my chest. I rubbed my hands through her hair and for moment, we just laid there speechless.

  “You know how in movies after the person gets revenge on the other person, they feel bad about it. Like it eats at them and they end up regretting it?” She broke her silence.

  “Yes. Is that how you feel?”

  “Surprisingly, no. I actually feel better. Is that crazy?”

  “No, it’s not crazy Bella. You’re not crazy. You did what you thought you needed to do and now it’s over. Now we can move the fuck on from this and finally get to enjoying our marriage and parenthood,” I comforted her. Again, she fell silent. I thought she was in deep thought until I heard light snores coming from her. I laughed at how worn out she was from torturing a nigga and our love making session. I kissed her forehead and held her tighter.

  “I love you, Bella,” I whispered in her ear. The fact that I watched the love of my life torture a man and I still loved her, amazed me. It just proved how I made the right choice in choosing her. I couldn’t wait to show her how much I loved her.

  Princess Zara

  “I’m not sure what the problem is, Desiree. I thought you would be happy about all of this,” I spoke with confusion in my voice.

  “Happy? Not only are we no longer living in the palace, but you’ve moved us to a regular home as if we’re regular people,” she shot back.

  “As if we’re regular people?”

  “I… I meant you. As if you’re a regular person. You’re a princess Zara. You should be living in a palace with servants waiting on you hand and foot. You should be sitting in a bath being bathed by strong men. You should be attending balls with the other Princesses across Africa and sitting with Queens. You should be getting ready to marry a King, but instead you’re settling for Twan. He doesn’t even have status yet,” she noted.

  “Desiree, Twan is now head of security for the entire country. He has more status than you,” I corrected. “Why do you think I need all of that to be a good princess? I can be a princess without the palace, the servants, and a King.”

  “Zara, do you hear yourself? Since when did you start talking like this? The Zara I knew wouldn’t dare set foot in a place like, this even if her brother built it for her. You’re the same girl that had an entire state block off the street next to our high school just so you could have it all to yourself. The same girl who tore down a neighborhood all for her own personal condo. The same girl who beheaded a servant for using the wrong brush on her hair. That’s the Zara, I know. I don’t know this girl before me and I don’t think I like her,” she spat.

  Brushing past me, she walked out of the house. Everything that Desiree said was true. I used to be an awful person because of the status I held. I was a princess born into royalty, so I never got to see poverty or struggle. I wasn’t taught life lessons and how to survive. I was taught to sit up straight, walk with poise, speak with intelligence, and to never do for myself. That was the old me but being around Bella and Leah and being with Twan has taught me so much. They were changing me for the better and Desiree wasn’t too happy about that.

  I understand how she felt and what she felt, but I didn’t understand why. I was becoming a better person. I was righting my wrongs in my own way. I decided not to hire servants to help me with my home. I went down to the palace once a week to help with the homeless people who now resided there. I was opening up a charm school for underprivileged girls. I was even changing my relationship requirements by being involved with a man who wasn’t of royal blood. This was all for the better.

  Why couldn’t Desiree see that?

  “I should go talk to her,” I said to myself. I turned around to go after her but when I opened my front door, I was surprised by who was behind it. “Mother?” I squealed.

  “Oh, my dear daughter. Oh, how I missed you so!” Grabbing my shoulders, she yanked me towards her and kissed each side of my cheeks. “May I come in?” she asked yet she welcomed herself in before I could answer.

  “Yes, mother you can come in,” I mumbled, shutting the door behind her. I was too shocked to say anything and too nervous to ask why she was here. So instead, I just followed her around as she gave herself a tour of my new home. I could see her disapproval all over her face. I was just waiting for her to say it out loud.

  “Your brother did a grand job building this little home for you. It’s wonderful.” She smiled, gracefully sitting down on the sofa.

  “Um, why thank you mother. I’m glad you like it-”

  “I didn’t say I liked it, dear. I just said it was wonderful,” she cut me off. I watched as she took off her coat and made herself comfortable. She tapped on her fingers as she waited for me to say something to her. The suspense was killing me.

  “Mother, not that I’m not happy to see you, but why have you come?” I asked in the politest way I could.

  “Well, I have splendid news. While I’ve been home, I’ve been doing nothing but talking you up to all the Kings and Princes. The King you were set to marry has moved forward with another, but don’t be discouraged, a new arrangement has been drawn,” she excitedly informed me.

  “Oh. Um, wow. Mother there has been some changed since you’ve been gone. I’m… involved with someone now.”

  Her eyes widened. “What? My daughter has already found herself a suitor? I must meet this man at once. Who is he? Is he a Prince or King? Or did you get lucky and find a young councilman?” she inquired with raised brows.

  She wasn’t going to be please about my news, but I had to tell her. “He’s neither of those. He actually heads of security for Droga,” I told her.

  Just as I expected, her face dropped, and disapproval ran all over it. “Head of security is no fit for a princess. I will not bless that, and neither will the council or your brother. Now forget all about him and focus on your new arrangement. His father just died, and he has been named the new King of his country. In addition, he’s so handsome that it hurts to look at him.” She gasped, dramatically holding her chest while blushing.

  “Mother, I cannot marry this man. I love another and-”

  “I’m sorry but since when did love become a factor in marriage? I know it didn’t work out for me or your siblings, but this man could be for you. How about you just meet him first?” She got up and walked
over to me. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me towards the door.

  “Mother, I have business here in Droga. I can’t leave out of the country to meet a suitor I will not marry,” I opposed.

  “That’s fine dear. You won’t have to leave because he’s here.”

  “He’s what?” I barked.

  She opened the door and sitting in my driveway was a gold fancy car. It was like nothing I had seen before. So shiny that it was almost like looking at the sun. Women got out to open the door and a man stepped out. When I was able to focus on his face, due to all the gold he was wearing, I finally saw who it was.

  “Mother, no. You didn’t!” I murmured, both appalled and angry.

  “My daughter, I want you to meet, Zoen. The new King of Zlato. He’s the son of the late, King Enzo and your soon to be husband,” she introduced.

  He resembled his father so much I thought I was looking at the dead. Stretching his hand out to me, he said, “Pleasure to meet you, Zara. I have been dying to meet you. Your mother spoke of your beauty, but he words served your beauty no justice. In person, you are radiant.” My hand fell into his and he brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it. His lips brought chills up my arm. I didn’t know if they were good chills or bad chills. Knowing that he was the son of Enzo, they had to be bad chills. Yet he seemed nothing like his father. He was charming and somewhat of a gentleman. The total opposite of his father.

  “Hi,” was all that came out of my mouth. I didn’t know what else to say.

  “I’m sorry if this comes as a bit of a shock to you. I didn’t want to wait until you came to see me. My grandmother always taught me that a real man comes to the woman and doesn’t wait for her to come to him. So, here I am.” He smiled showcasing the whitest teeth I had ever seen. Still I was at loss of words.

  “Well, Zara? Aren’t you going to invite the young King in?” My mother nudged me.

  Snapping out of my shock, I opened the door wider so he could come in. I led him to the sitting room where I offered him a seat and some water. He accepted the water request, so I went to the kitchen to make him a glass. I used this time to get my mind together.