Chapter 18 Resurrection heat
Isabella
The jungle swallowed us whole, vines clawing at our clothes like jealous lovers as we crashed through the underbrush, hearts hammering in sync with the distant shouts of Emily's cartel goons. Richard's hand gripped mine, slick with sweat, his thick cock still half-hard in his pants from our alley fuck a quick, desperate claim before the world exploded again. Javier flanked us, knife in hand, his long strides keeping pace, but his eyes darted back toward the market, where Emily's laughter had echoed like a siren's call. Alive. That blonde bitch, the one I'd watched Richard fuck against the wall, the one whose throat I'd jabbed with a sedative needle, whose body we'd dragged into the woods and torched. Dead, or so we'd thought. But now, scared and vengeful, she was here in Mexico, tangled in the cartel's web, her curvy frame a weapon aimed straight at my heart—and my pussy.
We burst into a clearing, an abandoned cenote glinting blue in the dappled light, its waters still and inviting like a forbidden pool. Luis had radioed ahead: Safe spot. Dive if chased. No time for subtlety. "In!" Richard barked, shoving me toward the edge. But as I teetered, a shot cracked bark splintering beside my head. Emily's goons, closing fast.
Javier spun, hurling his knife embedded in a thug's shoulder, dropping him with a howl. Richard fired back, his gun barking twice, another body crumpling. But then she appeared at the treeline Emily, gun raised, her blonde hair wild, scar livid against her pale skin. "Stop!" she shouted, voice cutting through the chaos like a whip. "Or the next one's head."
We froze. Richard's arm wrapped around me protectively, his cock pressing against my ass traitorous arousal even now. Javier raised his hands, eyes locked on her like prey. Emily sauntered forward, hips swaying in that tight dress, her curves on full display, nipples hard against the fabric. Up close, she was a vision of survival tanned from the sun, muscles toned from whatever hell she'd clawed out of, her full lips curled in a smirk that said she'd tasted death and found it lacking.
"Emily," Richard breathed, voice thick with shock and something darker lust? "How... you're—"
"Dead?" she finished, lowering her gun slightly but keeping it trained on me. Her eyes raked over us, lingering on Richard's crotch, then my disheveled skirt, cum still drying on my thighs. "Close. But bitches like me don't stay down. Drop the weapons, or Isabella gets a matching scar."
We complied Richard's gun splashing into the cenote, Javier's knife retrieved from the goon but tossed aside. Emily's remaining thug, a burly Falcon with a tattooed neck, circled us, zip-tying our wrists behind our backs. She holstered her gun, stepping closer, her perfume spicy, expensive cutting through the jungle rot. "Miss me, boss? Or just my mouth on your cock?"
Richard swallowed hard, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking to her cleavage. "We thought... the poison, the fire—"
"You thought wrong," she purred, trailing a nail down his chest, then turning to me with venom. "And you, little poison princess. Jabbed me with that needle like a jealous schoolgirl. Woke up choking on dirt, lungs burning from your antifreeze cocktail. But I crawled out. Clawed my way free while you two fucked on my 'corpse.' Hot, wasn't it? His thick cock stretching your wet pussy, thinking I'd never know."
My cheeks burned, but so did my core her words painting the scene vivid, my arousal betraying me as it had then. "You deserved it," I spat, wrists straining against the ties. "Slut. Stealing him, sending those nudes, making me... make me kill Mom."
Emily laughed, low and throaty, circling me like a shark. Her hand cupped my chin, forcing my gaze up green eyes meeting blue, hatred sparking heat. "Kill Mommy? For this?" She glanced at Richard, then Javier. "And now a fisherman? You're busier than I thought. But let's talk about survival. You want the backstory? Earn it."
Her thug watched, leering, but she waved him off. "Guard the path. This is... personal." He retreated, grumbling, leaving us alone by the water's edge. Emily shoved me toward a flat rock, forcing me to sit, then bound my ankles loosely to escape possible, but not yet. Richard and Javier flanked me, tied similarly, their cocks outlined in pants, tension thick.
She perched on the rock's edge, dress riding up her thighs, revealing lace panties that made my mouth water with spite. "It started that night," she began, voice dropping to a seductive hush, like she was recounting a lovers' tale. "You two Richard pounding my pussy against the wall, me on my knees sucking him clean after. God, his cock tasted like us, thick and veined, filling my throat while I gagged for more. But then you, Isabella slipped in like a shadow, needle in hand. Jabbed my neck, the world went black. Woke to flames licking the grave, lungs screaming, body on fire from that sweet poison you'd mixed. Antifreeze is a clever, slutty choice. Mimics a heart attack, but slow-burn agony."
I shifted, the ties biting, but my pussy clenched at her description vivid, erotic, pulling me back to that night. Richard's eyes glazed, remembering, his cock twitching visibly. Javier watched, intrigued, his length stirring too.
"Clawed out," she continued, leaning closer, her breath warm on my face. "Nails breaking on roots, dirt in my mouth, tasting blood and betrayal. Emerged like a zombie, naked, scared that needle grazed an artery, but the burn? Your gift. Stumbled to the road, flagged a trucker. Big guy, rough hands. Fucked me in the cab for gas money his cock nothing like Richard's, but desperate times. He dropped me at a clinic, some backwater doc who pumped my stomach, stitched the scar. 'Near-death,' he said. 'Lucky bitch.'"
Her hand trailed her neck, fingers tracing the jagged line, then dipping lower, brushing her breast. "Recovered slow kidneys aching, pussy sore from the poison's fire, but alive. And angry. Hacked Richard's emails from a stolen phone—saw it all. Your midnight whispers, 'Daddy' this, wet pussy that. Poisoning Elena? Genius. But for him? Pathetic."
Richard strained against his ties. "Emily, I—"
"Shut up," she snapped, but her eyes lingered on his bulge. "Tracked you south cartel whispers about a gringo killer, his stepslut. Found Diego through a contact with Ramon's son, hungry for power. Told him everything: the affairs, the antifreeze, Mom's money tied to Isabella's codes. He laughed and said you'd make perfect bait. Fucked me for the intel." She smirked at me. "His cock? Thick like Richard's, but cruel. Bent me over his desk, pounded my pussy raw while his guards watched. Came inside, whispering how he'd gut you both. But I... I negotiated. For a cut. And revenge."
Jealousy surged, hot and liquid, my nipples hardening under my shirt, pussy soaking my panties. "You let him fuck you? For us?"
She leaned in, lips inches from mine, her hand boldly cupping my breast through the fabric, thumbing my nipple. "For me. And yeah hot. His guards joined after, cocks in my mouth, my ass, filling every hole while Diego watched. Cartel style rough, no mercy. It came so hard I forgot the pain. But you... I'd make you watch. Suck his cum from my pussy, then beg Richard to fuck you like he did me."
Richard groaned, shifting uncomfortably, his erection straining. Javier's breath hitched, cock tenting his pants. "Emily," Richard rasped. "We can... talk. Alliance?"
She laughed, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. "Alliance? Like your little threesome? Saw the trucker who dropped you Luis. Said you fuck like animals. But fine. Untie them, boys."
Her thug reappeared no, wait, Luis? Betrayal hit as he approached, knife out, but instead of freeing, he cut our wrist ties. "Sorry," Luis muttered. "She paid double."
Emily stood, shedding her dress in one fluid motion naked, curvy perfection, full tits heaving, shaved pussy glistening. "Now, Isabella. You want more backstory? Earn it. Suck my pussy taste where Diego came. Then maybe I will spare you."
Rage and lust collided; I lunged, but she grabbed my hair, forcing me between her thighs. Her scent musky, aroused filled my nose as I resisted, then yielded, tongue flicking her clit tentatively. She moaned, grinding against my face. "Good girl. Lick deeper taste of the cartel in me."
Richard and Javier watched, cocks hard, hands free now but frozen. "Emily," Richard pleaded, but his hand went to his zipper.
"Watch," she commanded, riding my tongue. "She poisoned me, now she cleans me."
I delved in, lapping her folds, tasting salt and something darker, her arousal flooding my mouth. My pussy throbbed, wet and empty, as I sucked her clit, fingers slipping inside her, curling. "Mmm, yes," she gasped. "Like that. Your tongue's better than the guards'. Deeper makes me cum."
I did, furious and turned on, her juices coating my chin as she bucked, screaming her release. She collapsed back, panting. "Now... the rest. Diego's plan: lure you to his villa, torture the codes from you. But I... I want in. Fuck Richard one last time, watch you beg. Or join."
Twist: alliance with teeth. "Free us fully," I demanded, wiping my mouth, pussy aching. "Then... we share."
She smirked, signaling Luis. "Done. But first fuck me, both of you. While she watches."
Richard hesitated, but his cock won; he freed it, thick and ready, entering her missionary on the rock. Javier followed, a long cock in her mouth. She moaned around him, pussy taking Richard deep.
I touched myself, fingers plunging into my wet pussy, watching. "Harder, Daddy," I taunted. "Like you do me."
He pounded, jealousy fueling him. Javier face-fucked her. She came twice, then switched Javier in her pussy, Richard her ass.
"Codes for a cut," she gasped mid-thrust. "And Emily lives."
Deal struck in moans. But as they filled her, cum dripping, I whispered to Javier: "Poison her drink later."
He nodded, eyes dark.