Page 81 of The Filth Kings

“Didn’t mean to startle you, you took forever to come out of your house after Natavi and Monster left.” His voice was smooth and low.

He didn’t move close; he just stood there and watched me. My mind raced as I tried to take him in. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Detavio. He looked damn good, tall with broad shoulders, his dark skin looked rich and smooth. He came in my room wearing a crisp white tailored suit. The accents of his suit was burgundy including the lapels and pockets which made his suit stand out.

He held a cigar in his right hand, I eyed the smoke curl around lazily in the air. He tucked his left hand in his pocket. My eyes drifted up to the waves on his head, his fresh hair cut was as crisp as his suit. It was impossible to look away from him, he demanded my attention without saying a word. His jawline shifted and he smirked then flicked his nose cockily.

“I see you still stalking me.” I stated.

“And I see that you still get wet from it, no?” He licked his bottom lip then bit into it.

“You full of yourself.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Detavio unbuttoned his suit jacket, his silk burgundy shirt hugged his abs.

“Have you been dreaming about me, pussy?” His signature sneer transformed his handsome face into something sinister.

“No, and stop calling me that.” I wanted to turn away from him but the magnetic pull that this man had on me was insane.

“You lie…I can smell remnants of your arousal as soon as I walked in here.” He chuckled dryly.

“What do you want, Detavio.” I smacked my lips not liking how nervous and hot he had me.

“YOU.” His voice boomed.

“I want you, Angel.” His deep voice softened a little.

“It took a lot for me to step to you, after everything happened with—” His words trailed off and so did his eyes before he gazed back at me with determined eyes.

“That one night that you slept in my bed…made me realize that I want you in my bed every night. I want to tame you, soften you up because its only room for one hard muthafucka between us…you already know who that person is.” His chest puffed out.

He took a step closer, my breath got caught in my throat. I licked my lips as I flipped my hair out of nervousness. I didn’t know what to say right now.

“I hired a stylist; I already know your measurements…I want you as my date tonight at my private event. Afterwards, we can dine at the Rooftop in Hollywood. Your clothes are in the living room along with other gifts and shoes.” He dropped his eyes to the floor.

Detavio was scared of rejection, he also thought he was slick as hell. He mentioned The Rooftop and it automatically told on who he contacted to find out that it was my favorite restaurant that overlooked Hollywood. He asked Natavi. The fact that he went out of his way to find that out, had me flattered. I blushed and felt my cheeks heat up.

My heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth flooded throughout me at the simplicity of his words. I felt the thrill again of knowing that even though he was everything I shouldn’t want, he was exactly what I craved. He hadn’t stop circling around in my thoughts. I was just as twisted like him as Natavi said. This is what I wanted, for him to step into my world then snatch me into his.

I licked my lips as he shifted waiting for me to respond.

“No,” I whispered, fighting back my smile. I cleared my throat and forced my facial expression to go blank.

“What?” His thick brows bushed together in confusion.

“I said no,” I stated sharply.

“Okay.” He turned toward the door, then grabbed the doorknob with aggression.

“I think you got it all fucked up, Angel. This ain’t no fucking romantic movie that you watching in real time. The type of movie where you try to play hard to get, I walk toward the living room, get to the door…soon as I open it, you run after me. You want to stop me in the nick of time, just to tell me that you were playing…” He slammed my bedroom door shut then spun around to face me with his signature icy glare.

“I really don’t give a fuck if you serious or if you playing with me. I don’t understand what you mean by no. I’m here?—”

“You’re failing at making me swoon, Detavio…You suppose to play along, then beg me.” I smirked.

My nipples stiffened against the snug sports bra material. I felt my pussy thump with hunger as I took a step backward, he took a step forward.

“You’ll beg me, Pussy. Beg me to let you cum over and over on my dick before I have the stylist come in and take care of you to get you ready for tonight. Angel?” His velvety voice called out to me.

“Hmm?” I took a step forward.

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