Page 13 of The Filth Kings

I reached down between us to pinch her clit, a low growl left my throat. I circled her clit then pinched again, Maylee whimpered and started to shake. She was close, I could feel it in the way her pussy gushed out around my dick, dripping down to my balls. I watched her body tremble as her walls pulsed around me clenching tightly.

“Give it to me now!” I demanded, grinding my teeth.

I glanced out the window again, ignoring Maylee’s screams and moans. Angel tossed her head back and laughed at whatever that bitch Julie said. Soon, very soon, I would wipe that pretty perfect smile into a frown. Angel didn’t know just how bad she fucked up. She had no clue that a demon was watching and preying on crushing her.

I was going to break her, make her beg me to snatch her soul and keep it as a token. Before she took her last breath, I was going to ensure that she went against all of her basic and strong so-called morals. Her happiness would be swallowed up by my darkness. A lesson would be taught, but by the time she got it, it would be too fucking late.

“I can’t stop cumming, sir,” Maylee whimpered, tears staining her high cheek bones.

Her pathetic voice pulled me out of a dark place, where there was no denying the truth of who I truly was. I embraced it. I felt it years ago from the one rejection that I forced myself to get over. Beneath my skin, something darker always stirred, a presence that pulsed and thrummed throughout me relentlessly.

I eyed the goosebumps that rose on Maylee’s skin as she shuttered, her body bucked on top of me while my dick twitched inside of her.

“Lift.” I slapped the top of her thigh.

I groaned as my dick pulsed and erupted between us. Loads of hot nut spurted over my shirt while most of it landed all over her stomach and breasts. Discomfort raced through me as I rocked my hips a little to ease the pain as I kept erupting. Maylee rubbed nut up and down her body to appease me, she licked it off her fingers, still moaning on her own sex high that I didn’t feel.

“Get off of me.” I eyed her seriously.

I sat up to tap the headrest, getting my driver’s attention.

“Change of clothes,” I told him, sitting back in my seat.

Maylee rushed in the small space we were in. She gathered her clothes looking at everything except me. There were wipes back here but her nerves were too frazzled to clean herself. She got dressed quickly then sat back and opened up her laptop. Once my driver handed me my clothes, I grabbed the wipes to clean myself up. I texted my spare driver to come pick up Maylee. I no longer cared to have her in my presence.

“Someone will be here to get you in the next twenty minutes,” I stated, opening up my back door to step out into the cool winter air.

Seven

Julieand I sat in a small corner near a window. Our table was cluttered with coffee cups and my favorite baked cookies. Today was supposed to be the day that I interviewed her but decided to meet her officially and ask her questions. I recorded our first segment, and it was really emotional for her to retell her trauma of what all she had gone through with Detavio Decebal.

That man and his father were pigs, I didn’t understand how the police hadn’t gotten involved to arrest them. I was very hopeful that this was just the beginning for these women to receive the justice that they deserved. There were so many missing people reports filed over the last couple of years. All of the women were young looking, at least in their early or late twenties.

“This place is really nice, I will most definitely come back to visit. The coffee tastes amazing.” Julie smiled sadly.

I nodded my head, smiling as I took a look around the shop. This was one of my mother’s first shops that she opened. This was one of my first jobs as well. Everything still looked the same, very old fashioned. The walls had mismatched shelves with vintage trinkets framed with different old school records. My mom had real plants hanging from the walls as well, giving it a homely feel. The chalkboard menu that hung above the counter was gifted to my mother from my father when she first opened up years ago.

“I should be thanking you for agreeing to meet with me today, Julie. You are stepping up majorly by agreeing to this interview. It will help other victims like yourself speak up to help take those monsters down. There are so many young, beautiful women missing, kidnapped, and popping up battered. It is my next mission to figure out what happened to them,” I stated proudly.

Julie’s eyes grew wide as she shifted in her seat. She was very beautiful with smooth pale skin. Her pointy nose and chinky eyes gave her lots of sex appeal. She was very thin and tall with no real curves added to her figure. Every woman that the Decebal men dealt with appeared different, they had no particular taste. They messed with any race you could think of.

I noticed that Detavio’s women had lip fillers or lip injections to make their lips pouty and big, maybe that was a fetish for him.

“I appreciate you having me, Angel. I really do. Talking about it makes me feel better…I miss him so much, it hurts. I just can’t believe he abruptly cut me off and ended things the way that he did… I’m still deeply in love with him.” Julie’s eyes drooped down to the table, her chinky eyes misted over.

What the fuck?I asked myself, getting annoyed with her automatically after her admission.

“Excuse me, did I hear you correctly?” I asked.

I frowned in her direction as I snatched my phone off the ring stand that recorded our entire conversation. Once the video stopped, I looked up at Julie with my lips turned up in disgust.Stupid bitch! She only did this interview to get that man attention!

“You heard her, very clearly, Angel.” A deep disturbing voice interrupted us from behind.

A voice that made me pause as the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood as if I had been electrocuted. I heard this voice in my nightmares, along with all the wet dreams I had at night. I was seeking out a therapist because I found it to be insane of me to dream about a man that I despised, a man that I never met but heard countless of stories on.

I looked into this man so much, on a day-to-day basis. So, I used my findings as an excuse to why I dreamed of him. The answer was, I was on a mission to get justice for the women he left traumatized. I wondered, how could a man so fine and perfect looking, cause so much hell on earth?The Devil was one of the best-looking Angels. Fooling people with his charm and looks! This man is no different.

He cleared his throat but it sounded like a growl. Chills crept down my spine as my chest tightened. Could it really be him? That voice, I know it…

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