Page 65 of The Filth Kings

I should say no, it’s in the back of my mind. What he just confessed to doing was like a warning that I should listen to. I felt like I needed to step back and pull myself away from him. He kills people, then go about his day as if it’s not something that can put him in jail. Like his impulsive decisions have no consequences. Monni was a storm wrapped in thick clouds, a force of nature that could tear apart everything.

His dark eyes hold mine, it felt like I was made of glass and he could see right through me. His dark lips twisted as he waited for my answer, and for a moment, I almost forgot how to speak.

“I’m not what you need, I’m what you want. You, on the other hand, is exactly what I need and want to feel loved…accepted and desired by someone.” His voice broke and there it was again.

A strong magnetic pull that went deeper than attraction, it was stronger than the caution that waved in the air, warning me in advance to take the opportunity to walk away now. Deep down I knew that if I turned my back on him, I’d never be the same.

“Yes…I’ll stay. I want you.” I gasped out.

His dark eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. I know that I had just made a choice that I might never be able to undo. I couldn’t take it back even if I wanted to. My heart was already tangled in him, wrapped up in the intensity of who he was. The parts that are broken and bruised, the parts of Monni that I shouldn’t want but do anyway.

I watched his expression soften for just seconds before it turned back cold. He stepped closer, his powerful presence was overwhelming as he lowered his head to kiss the top of my nose then my lips.

“Good, I wasn’t letting you go anyway. Say yes again, the way I like it.” He growled.

“Yes Master.” I panted out.

“Let’s get filthy.” Monni smirked and walked toward the shower.

The water snapped me out of the trance that I was locked in while watching him step in the shower confidently. I never showered with a man, let alone clean one from head to toes. My nerves started to get the best of me as I watched him step into the shower as the vents shot from all angles. He turned halfway just enough to look at me. Monni nodded his head, I picked up my feet and walked across the warm tile floor. Soon as I stepped in, he closed the space between us.

Monni tugged me forward as he walked backward until he took a seat on the shower bench. I released a heavy sigh, I loved hot showers but Monni’s shower water was almost scalding hot. He read my mind and sat up to adjust the temperature. Seconds later the water was more bearable to stand in.

“Come here.” Monni’s legs opened wide.

His dick was long and hard, my mouth watered as I eyed the thick veins that traveled up his thick shaft. I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some in my hand. I wanted to relax him, his mind, and get him to melt into me. I rubbed my hands together then stepped between his muscular legs. Monni closed his eyes and let his head fall against my stomach and breasts. His large rough hands cupped the bottom of my ass as I lathered the top of his wavy short hair. My fingers carved lines along the sides and top then I zigzagged my nails all over his scalp. I made sure to massage from the crown of his head down to the nape of his neck. Monni’s head pushed further between my breasts as I massaged his temples.

“I never got this type of treatment before.” He murmured while his breath tickled my skin.

I smiled and blushed as I continued to work his head over. The wash was over minutes ago, but I wanted to go longer. I rinsed his hair then went back in with conditioner.

“If you treat me right and care for me instead of just fuck me into submission, then I’ll always give you this type of treatment.” I simpered as his hands crept in between my ass cheeks.

“I’m a fast learner…”

Thirty-One

I didn’t knowshit about caring for a woman, but I was willing to start. Only with Natavi. She never experienced a lot of things intimately with a man like I’ve never experienced the way she worked her fingertips through my head and massaged with care. On the outside, I appeared to be calm when I first walked through the door. Truth was, my adrenaline was sky high. I craved to kill more after taking care of Chedda.

I wanted to skip whatever plan me and Detavio had and go after Impurity first. I wanted Impurity to see what it felt like to be helpless and at somebody’s mercy. Detavio wouldn’t be able to do the things that I planned on doing to Impurity. I didn’t hold shit against Detavio, I knew it was an internal battle for him as the son who was stuck with Impurity his entire life. For me, it wasn’t shit but just me teaching a lesson to the people that wronged me from the very beginning. Once Jalissa and Impurity got handled by the hands of me. I’d be able to sleep better at night knowing the main cause of my past was no longer breathing.

I would never tell Natavi about all of the disgusting and vile things done to me since a boy. Nor would I ever tell my brothers. I was in the process of burying it all and pushing it behind me. It was a burden for me, and I didn’t want it to be a burden for anyone else.

I flicked my tongue out and swirled it around Natavi’s nipple. The sudden urge to please her instead of dominate her coldly took over me. She went the extra mile to show me that she cared. I wanted to take her mind off of Chedda. While I believed her when she said she was no longer in love with him. I had known that my actions of killing him pained her.

I ripped the band aid off and exposed to her who I truly was. I was a problem solver, a soul snatcher. It was the way that I had to be in order to survive. Natavi shivered against me as I bit around her nipple then moved to the other one. I reached between her slick legs and cupped her hot pussy and continued to suck on her sweet little nipple.

“You trust me?” I asked.

My gaze met hers as her lips parted, her eyes spoke a thousand words. I could feel all the love that she had for me as she told me yes. My heart thumped in my chest as I stood to grab the spongey loofa that she loved to bathe with. It was a first time for everything. I expressed how I truly felt and found it hard to do at first. Now, I wanted to show her. I had to be quick on my feet and learn this shit because I refused to see her unhappy. She spent too much of her time unhappy and being used as a tool.

I remained quiet, my eyes roamed up her slender long legs. I stopped and eyed her pussy with hunger. My eyes continued to trace the entire out line of her slim thick creamy colored body. I didn’t know where to start first, so I placed the loaf between her breast and dragged it between her ripe titties. The water continued to cascade down her body in shimmering streams as steam curled around us like a cocoon.

I stepped closer to her and just gazed at the way droplets of water fell down from her head down to her shoulders. My hand dragged up to her shoulders, as I brought the loofa around her neck then back down to each side of her shoulders. My free hand smudged the soap in as I massaged her soft silky skin while the smell of mango crept up my nose.

I glided my hands down her arms as the soapy trail followed. Natavi looked up at me, her expression was calm with curiosity. I moved down to her legs and cleaned both sides along with her inner thighs. I made her hold on to my back as I cleaned in between her pretty toes. I dropped the loofa and told Natavi to lay down on her back in the shower.

She looked hesitant, but this was all about trust right now. She slowly maneuvered carefully as the water rinsed away most of the soap suds that dripped down her body. I detached the shower head so that the water didn’t beat down her face. I aimed it all over her body as she laid beneath me with her legs slightly opened.

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