Page 75 of The Filth Kings

“When I leave here, I need space to think and clear my own head,” I added quickly.

My fingers traced the line of his jaw, slow and steady. I continued to touch him to let him know that I was all in and ready to listen to him.

“What if I wanted you. Like really wanted you.” Detavio placed his rough hand on top of mine and squeezed lightly.

“Oh that’s something that we work slowly on. You have to court me; if you don’t know what court a woman means, then let me tell you now. You take me out on dates, and not look at me as some type of possession. You treat me with respect, be honest with me, and listen attentively. I like to be complimented; you can do it in your own lil rude way.” I rolled my eyes playfully already knowing how Detavio got down with compliments.

“I can help you plan creative things for us to do as well. I know that you’re used to women being on contracts here to just please and help you release since you have that lil nut problem.” I bit into my bottom lip to halt my laugh.

Detavio’s head fell out of my hand and on to his pillow. I gasped lightly as I listened to him laugh. I couldn’t help but stare as a smile tugged at my lips before I realize it. His laughter slowed down; his dark eyes found mine still bright with amusement.

“So, let’s say…we become something like a couple. You wouldn’t mind the women being here?” His bushy brows rose.

“I mean, I love your lil set up, you’s a freak like me. You have women here on rotation. I mean, as long as I have the same access to them as you and you recognize me as number one?—”

“You want them to fuck you too?” He chuckled lightly.

I sat up, letting the comforter fall off my body. I tilted my head to the side and nodded my head.

“Hell yeah! Especially Maylee! Since we so open and talking, I want to experience a full-blown orgy. A mouth on each nipple which will make two mouths, also a mouth on my clit, now that’s three, with your big ass dick fucking the shit out of me. I hope it’s not too much to ask to feel an extra mouth and tongue spreading my ass cheeks and eating that too…that four!” I fake shivered with excitement.

“I’ll add that to the contract.” He laughed again.

We both laughed together; somehow, some way we ended up entangled together. I shifted until I was comfortable, my ass pressed against his lap, the back of my head on his chest. We laid in silence for quite a while until Detavio spoke.

“I’m hurting…” He croaked out. I tried to turn out of his embrace to face him. He locked his arms around my waist then clasped his hands together against my stomach.

Detavio kissed the back of my ear and told me to stay still, he sighed wearily as silence continued to stand between us for a couple of minutes before he finally spoke.

“I been hurting since the day my mom walked out of my life. She refused to take me with her and my younger brother when Impurity kicked her out. I waited for her… so fucking long, Angel. The young me didn’t understand why I still loved her, why I still waited for her to come back when a big part of me hated her. I hated her guts for how she used to look at me with disgust. She loved to fuck with my mind and have me feeling all conflicted inside. One moment she treated me like a mother should, then the next, she ignored me then told me I was just like Impurity.” His voice cracked.

My heart stilled, I felt his raw emotions at my back and wanted to turn around to look him in the eyes. His hands stayed firmly folded in front of me, his arms kept me locked in place. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kept talking directly in my ear.

“My entire life, I felt like I didn’t belong here…so I tried to off myself several times and failed at that like I failed to stand up for myself. I went along with the flow and taught myself how to not give a fuck about shit until I started to believe that I didn’t have a heart. The only time I allowed myself to feel any sort of feeling was when one of my women in this house sucked me off until I released. I hurt; I never knew happiness…I craved it so much that I thought I felt it when I launched ‘Meet Me’. I secretly tried to find a soulmate through my own Meta AI dating app but failed at that too. I found out that Monster was my brother…I shot him thinking he was just like Jalissa and Impurity…” His words trailed off.

His tears thudded against my shoulder as my own eyes misted over.

“Monster will never tell me what happened to him, but I have an idea since Impurity sold him to the highest bidder overseas. I realized that I wasn’t the only person that had it hard. The realization of it all, pains me so bad.” He took in a deep breath and exhaled shakily.

“It feels like I’m being held against my will and being beat with chains. It’s agonizing, Angel. All of it fucks me up to the point of not knowing what the fuck my next move is. Impurity and Jalissa deserves to die, I spent too many years hurt behind the both of them and how they failed me over and over. I refuse to cry when I find out that they are no longer amongst us. The reality of it all came crashing down when my brother told me about our little brother…then I went to Arkville and found out Impurity’s double lifestyle…I saw all of the bodies, caged, some not breathing while some begged to be set free…I stayed away from Arkville for so many reasons in one. All of it just came crashing back in my face and now I can’t get those faces out of my fuckin’ head.” He cleared his throat after he spoke.

He released the hold that he had on me, I felt him as he moved around. I turned around and looked into his bloodshot and stricken eyes and sighed.

“You have to help set those innocent people free. You have to?—”

“Monster will, I know it. I’m getting my shit together to stand right by his side to assist him in doing so.” His eyes darkened.

“You can change, it won’t be something that happen at the snap of your fingers but I see the potential in you. You can change in a way that brings you true happiness and not the fake kind covered in your wealth. At some point, you have to tell yourself that you don’t have to carry all of this with you like it’s the only thing you are.” I tried to speak life into his lifeless, void eyes.

His jaw clenched and I could see all of his confliction in what I just said.

“You’re not what they made you.” I continued; my voice shook but I tried to stay insistent with my tone of voice.

“Your parents…what they did to you, and whatever they said to you…don’t get to control the man that you can eventually become. You have a choice, your no longer that helpless kid. All the power is in your hands to decide who you want to be and who you are now. You don’t have to repeat the wrongdoings that they did.”

Detavio looked at me with unreadable eyes like he was trying to process my words.

“It hurts, but the more you drag the dead weight of them along with you…you’ll never escape and then they get to keep winning. Make them lose and let it go…you damn sure can’t use what they did as an excuse to become a monster for others?—”

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