Page 53 of The Filth Kings

“It’s not how much you gave! You gave me enough to start over and you are still offering more. You want to be evil so bad when your actions show the opposite! If I’m nothing but a prostitute to you then why did you give me your card to shop! Why do you want me in your bed instead of the guest room! You trust me in this house alone! You care, Monster, I know you do!”

“I’m sorry…” I muttered, barely above a whisper; it was almost too quiet to hear, yet the word sorry sounded so loud and foreign coming from my mouth.

“…For the way I acted, there’s no excuse that I’m willing to give. I was wrong.” I stomped off to get a first aid kit.

When I returned, Natavi sat up in the bed with her thumb pressed firmly at the bottom of her foot. Blood specks sprinkled the bed as she rocked back and forth slowly with tears dropping down her high cheek bones.

“I can fix this fast, get dressed…then leave.” She uttered.

She didn’t offer me her eyes. I wanted to see them but knew she was angry.

“No, I’ll fix it, and all of this,” I stated.

I took a seat on the bed then grabbed her foot. She hesitated at first to give me her foot willingly. Seconds later, she gave in once she realized that I wasn’t backing down. I wanted to make this right; I didn’t give a damn if it seemed bi-polar of me. Less than five minutes ago, I wanted her out. Now, I wanted to cater to her injury then make her feel better with my tongue.

I didn’t want her to leave now, in fact… I never wanted her to leave. Natavi was mine, she belonged to me. Matter of fact… She pushed herself in too deep when she expressed herself to me. I knew it clear as day, that she didn’t deserve a man like me. She knew it too. It didn’t matter if she knew her worth or not. I came with shit that she would never be able to handle. Yet she craved me just as bad as I craved the taste of her vanilla skin.

Since I couldn’t kill Jalissa, her ex-boyfriend Chedda would suffice enough. I was going to devour Natavi after I made sure her foot felt better. Then I was going to go and kill Chedda to make sure that he never tried to double back and mess around with what I knew was mine. She wanted this, she got it.

I would never put my burden of past trauma on her because I would never allow her to take that on. It’s my own journey, I spent too many years being a slave to what all happened to me. It would break me even more if I ever uttered the vile things that happened to me as a boy back in Thailand.

I never been good at tending to anyone else’s pain. I hoped Natavi knew that I wasn’t the guy that people came to for comfort since she acted like she knew everything else about my persona so well. My hands shook as I pulled her slowly until her foot hung over my lap.

I turned slightly to open up the first aid kit and my hands started to shake.What the fuck am I even doing?I asked myself over and over as I tried my best to steady my hands. Carefully, my fingers moved over the supplies with my eyes glued to her uncertain eyes.

She winced when I lifted her foot a little higher to see the damage to her foot clearly. I almost got lost staring over at her pink pouty lips. She pressed them together then simpered lowly. Pain was evident in her eyes, I can almost feel how bad it hurt her. It made my stomach twist in guilt.

“Hold still, then take in deep breaths if it starts to hurt a little too much. There’s glass still lodged inside.” I tried to make my words sound more like a request then a demand to at least show a little humanity.

If she knew my crazy possessive thoughts right now that swirled inside of my head, she would have limped out of my house. Natavi nodded her head. She didn’t flinch when I applied the antiseptic around her wound. Quietly, I got to work with the tweezers. I pulled each piece of glass out of the bottom of her foot, then wiped around the area again.

Once it was cleaned up, I lifted her foot all the way up until I was eye level with it. I stared at it for a couple of seconds too long before the beast inside of me craved to do more. Without second thought, I flicked my tongue all around the wound then enclosed my mouth around it to suction it. Her body grew stiff, I ignored the evident surprise radiating off of her.

There was nothing that I could say to make her feel better about all of what I just done. I could show her better than I could tell her in this moment to make it all better physically. I sucked harder than flicked my tongue over the punctured area. I ignored the taste of blood on my taste buds because I knew in seconds the taste of her sweet pussy would replace the stale taste that teased my tongue.

I dragged my tongue down to the heel of her foot, then back up to the tip of her toes. I heard her take a deep breath as I trailed my lips over the top of her foot. Her skin was smooth and warm. I grabbed her other ankle and brought it to my lap. I eyed her soft pink nail polish and bricked up instantly.

“Monni, what are you?—”

I closed my mouth over her big toe. I swirled my tongue around it until her breathing sounded choppy. My tongue led the way to the arch of her foot. I circled it then went up to her ankles and shin. I looked up as I licked all around her foot, her eyes fluttered and misted over with confusion.

“Lay the fuck back.” I demanded.

Natavi scooted back, her titties jiggled with each movement she made. She opened her legs for me, her pussy glistened in heat. I moved fast between her legs then dove down. My lips sunk down on her pretty pink pussy. I wrapped my arm under one of her thighs to hold her wide open for me.

I sucked her, licked her then swirled my tongue over her hard nub then suctioned it. I savored her taste as my tongue teased at her tiny wet hole. Her moans of mercy got ignored. I lifted up to look over her sexy ass body. She pinched her nipples and twisted them between her fingers.

“Please, Daddy.” She pleaded.

I sat up on my knees and watched her squirm as devilish thoughts crossed my mind. I took my dick out and stroked it as I dipped back down to swirl my tongue around her clit.

“Yes, Daddy!” She panted.

Natavi shook, her breaths were short and shallow. She must have forgotten, and I would quickly remind her who was in control. I kept licking, already knowing that her hardheaded ass was about to cum without my permission. I didn’t give a fuck about being in the wrong earlier. This pussy was mine to tame and control twenty-four seven.

My tongue paused on her clit as I rose my head to look at her.

“Please, I need to?—”

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