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“Not too many, but then again, there is no limit. I don’t want Neosyne to be the only child like me. I was lonely until you came along.” Natavi stated.

“Back on the subject! You was just about to tell me about how you do this arrangement with Detavio.” She redirected.

“Oh…yeah. This is not an arrangement, at least I don’t see it like that. Detavio and I are in love. I’m no longer in denial about that part.” I smiled.

“What he needs, is what I crave,” I said as I took a sip of the wine, which was sweet and cold.

I let it tingle on my taste buds for a few seconds before uncrossing my legs. Natavi leaned back on her elbows and stared at me with a touch of curiosity mixed with disbelief.

“I am the addiction, the women that come in are just temporary relief.” I smirked confidently as the words left my mouth.

“So do he need a lot of women because he?—"

“He has hyperspermia…” I cut her off mid-sentence.

“He has to release frequently or else it’ll become too painful from the build up,” I said keeping the rest to myself.

I loved when Detavio nutted. He released so much cum whenever he did ejaculate.

“I’m far from dumb, Natavi. I know what it looks like, letting women suck him, stroke him. I even encourage them to ride the fuck out of his dick. I enjoy watching their plump lips wrap around him. I love when their eyes roll back as they imagine having dick as good as Detavio to themselves, although that’ll never happen. I love it, it turns me on to see how helpless he makes them. It’s powerful and sexy as fuck.” I admitted without shame.

“So you’re not jealous?”

“Not at all, they never get what all I get…rage included. I get the real Detavio Decebal, the man beneath all the lust. Also…there’s something intoxicating about a woman unraveling under my fingertips and tongue. The sound of their soft moans, sticky thighs, it’s all addicting and a rush for me. I like to make them surrender and let them eat me alive or vice versa.” I talked above a whisper.

“Wow.” Natavi raised her brows.

“I’m not afraid to love Detavio the way he needs to be loved. We understand each other, and once I got beyond the walls and denial that he had set in place, we locked in. I’m also no longer afraid to admit to my sexuality. I’m secure in it, now. It’s about knowing what I want and taking it without apology.”

Chapter27

James

The sound of glass shattering against the wall didn’t startle me. I barely flinched as I stood in the middle of the living room in a zone as Angelica unraveled like a storm that I already expected to come in due time. She was barefoot, her robe slipped off one shoulder, hair wild, and eyes deranged. I always thought that she was beautiful when she was angry; right now, I felt differently.

I was losing my mind; I hadn’t talked to Impurity. Since I made Angelica save him, I even spent all my savings on making sure he was nursed back to life. Only for him to use me as a tool to get back at his kids. He never thanked me, he didn’t touch me…nor even lay with me. Robert Herringbone had all along been his true soulmate.

“You never put me first, James!” She screamed as she flung a heavy candle holder that cracked once it hit the wall next to me.

“I’ve been waiting, year after year…I believed that you would finally choose me. I asked you to reach out to our daughter to check on her and you ignore me and walk around here depressed because that evil bastard hasn’t came by to see you!” She spat out, voice laced with venom.

“I hope that you’re close to being done with your unnecessary rant.” I exhaled the words out.

She let out a ragged breath, her chest rose then fell as her shoulders dropped in surrender. I didn’t give a fuck how she felt. I was something that I hadn’t been in a very long time.

Broke.

I was broke in many ways right now. Mentally. Financially. My heart was obviously broken because it refused to beat right inside my chest.

“I let another man lay beside us, touch and abuse me. All because I thought…maybe if I understood you enough, if I love you on your level…you’d see me. I wanted you to love me the way that I deserve,” her angelic voice broke.

I turned away from her to walk slowly to the bar. With my back to all of her fury, I poured me a full glass of scotch. I turned back around to face her and tilted my head to the side.

“You thought love from you was good enough to change me? You knew who I was before you took my last name.” I frowned.

Her face twisted up like I slapped her, it went from sadness to anger in seconds.

“I missed our daughter!” She said through clenched teeth.

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