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Nineteen

My head tipped back as I let out a full-bodied laugh. It was well needed, and it made me feel so good. I clutched my side while Natavi waved a half empty glass of champagne carelessly. She attempted to twerk in our private section, but it looked like she was about to pop her back out of place. Natavi couldn’t dance to save her life, she was always trying to either catch the beat or totally off beat.

The table between us was littered with evidence of our big indulgence of empty glasses stained with our lipstick. There were gold plate platters with chicken flats that we left with no meat attached to the bone. Natavi gave up on dancing and flopped down next to me, giggling through hiccups. We leaned into each other; I was the first to wrap my arms loosely around her shoulders.

“I thought your new man was coming to meet me,” I asked with a little bit of a slur to my voice.

“I texted his sexy chocolate ass and he not responding.” Natavi shrugged.

She sat up out of my embrace and grabbed an almost half empty bottle of bubbly and tilted it to her glass. The bubbles sloshed over the rim while I cheered her on. I grabbed the other bottle and poured me up another glass. I told myself that this was my last cup. I was past tipsy, but this felt like me and Natavi’s moment. We hadn’t gone out in so long to just enjoy each other’s company.

“It’s okay, let him be.” I spoke above the music.

“I can’t! Just like you can’t stop blogging about Detavio Decebal.” She smirked.

Natavi, grabbed her purse and pulled her phone out for the hundredth time to check her text messages. A look of disappointment took over her pretty face as she started to peck away again at her phone. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot from the mixture of exhaustion and alcohol. She stared at the screen like it held the answers to all of her questions.

“Don’t be drunk texting him.” I warned her.

My mind went to Detavio, I shook my head and thought about what Natavi said. I needed to drop everything that I was blogging about when it came to the Decebal men before someone got hurt. When I first started out blogging about them, it was mainly centered around Impurity. Now, I posted less about him and made everything about Detavio. I was obsessed and didn’t want to admit that part to myself.

“I can’t help it!” Natavi whined out.

She shoved her phone back into her purse then tossed it to the side of her.

“I just told him that I wanted to know what it felt like to make love.” She slurred loudly.

Seconds passed and we both let the bass of the music beat through our chest. We looked at each other and chortled loudly.

“You are a fucking mess!” I giggled.

“I’m so forreal, though! I want to rub up and down his hard ass body and kiss him sexily while he long stroke me in missionary. I want to feel like a damsel in distress!” Natavi mimicked my famous hair flip which caused us to laugh even harder.

“Maybe I’ll stop doing these interviews and start blogging about something else that’s worth going viral. That way, I can experience the same thing that you talking about,” I mumbled, not saying it loud enough for Natavi to hear me.

My drunk state of mind was speaking loudly, I told myself about three times tonight that I was going to stop doing the interviews on the Decebal men. It wasn’t worth my sanity, and my peace of mind. I noticed the changes within myself when I dived in headfirst researching them and going out of my way to find women that had dealings with them.

I was done, but I didn’t know how long mentally it would take me to get Detavio off of my mind. Suddenly after having a long talk with Natavi about pretty much everything earlier when I gave her a tour of my new house, I started to long for something that I hadn’t had in a while…

I wanted my normalcy to return in my life. I wanted to still be mad at my father about him withholding information but wasn’t used to beefing with him. I was going to go over to my parents’ house tomorrow and make things right then promise my father that I would never speak on those crazy ass Decebal men again.

Nothing good came from it. I started out fearless and now when I left the house, I was paranoid. Someone was watching me, and although I wanted to see Detavio again to ask him questions, my intuition told me that it was best to leave it all alone. Spending time with Natavi and us having our heart to heart moved me and made my line of thinking take a different route in all of this.

I looked over at Natavi and smiled. We both rocked the same cute outfit with the same make up beat to our faces. I hated wearing any other color besides white, but tonight I compromised and put on the skintight sheer black body suit. I felt sexy and free. Natavi swayed in her seat, the club lights flashed brightly as the beat to the music could be felt thumping in our chest.

“What do you think about me being bi-sexual?” I randomly asked Natavi.

I didn’t want a real relationship with a woman but I was highly attracted to women. I felt the same way regarding men, I just wasn’t bold enough to go about getting a woman in bed with me.

“It’s the best of both worlds!” Natavi yelled a little too loud for my liking.

“A woman knows how to find all of your tender spots. They even know how to cater to you and make you feel loved because we are nurturers. I mean, a woman is a woman, we know what each other like. I just couldn’t be with one full time. Too many emotions combating one another’s. I like the feel of a man holding me and making me feel secure. I’ve had my fair share though, and I have no complaints. They not funny with the money either.” She giggled, rambling on and on.

“I want to have sex with one.” I admitted.

“Then get you a cool chick that’s willing to explore with you. It’s not hard at all!” Natavi waved her hand at the end of her statement.

I nodded my head to the music and forced myself out of my deep thinking. Natavi got me to stand up and dance with her. I twirled around and put my hands on my knees. With a deep arch in my back, I made my ass clap. My booty shook so hard that I felt it in my back. I could feel all eyes on me, and for some reason, that made me feel hot all over.

Once my feet started to hurt, I plopped back down and poured me up a small glass of champagne. I started to reflect a little about my life, I never had a real relationship. I always set my standards so high, thinking that I had to have the ideal relationship. I had everything in the world to make me happy. Money wasn’t an issue. When I stood in the mirror each morning, the reflection that stared back at me felt strangely distant.

I felt empty, I only felt partially fulfilled during times like this with Natavi or when I was with my parents. I’ve always known and went after the things that I wanted to succeed in. But sometimes I wondered if my standards were impossibly high. I knew that some of them were unreasonable. I also felt like that served as protection from the unknown of getting hurt.

The loneliness was something that I couldn’t shake no matter how much I filled my life with keeping busy. At times, I thought I could hear the clock ticking on a romantic life. I didn’t crave anything that was considered mushiness, just someone that was actually willing to understand and accept me for me. For me to settle down with a man, he had to be able to actually be a man. A real man, not this new generation kind of man.

“A-ngelllla… we…need to go!” Natavi drawled.

I nodded my head in agreement. I picked up my Birkin bag and pulled out my cell phone to pull up the Uber app. I was tipsy but not as drunk as Natavi.

“Pass me your phone, let me get you a Uber!” I yelled above the music.

I wanted to help her and also mentally remember the address that she was going to in case she went missing or something happened with this new guy that she was head over heels for. Natavi looked around for her YSL clutch purse that was sitting right next to her. I pointed to it, and she giggled again as she clumsily picked it up to get her phone out.

I punched in her code and ordered her Uber. I took a mental screenshot of the last address that she used two times and knew that it was the address that she was residing at for now with this so-called Monni guy. After getting her Uber, I ordered one for myself. We stood and linked arms then navigated our way out of the club. Soon as the cold air hit me, I felt instantly less congested then how I felt inside of the club.

“Okayyyyyy!” Natavi sang as two black suburban trucks pulled up.

“You ordered an Uber Luxxxxxxx!” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but to join in and laugh.

I unlocked her phone once more and checked the license plates and walked her to the backseat door.

“I love you, Natavi. Text me soon as you make it there, and I mean it,” I said as I embraced her tight.

“I love you too, I’m going to FaceTime you.” She sloppily kissed my cheek then attempted to wipe her smeared lipstick off of me.

Once her door shut, I walked to my Uber truck and opened the back door. I sighed and used the step ladder to climb all the way in. The driver didn’t mutter a word to me. His face was shadowed by a baseball cap. I shut the door, and the truck sped off a little too fast for my liking.

“Excuse me!” I sat up to get the driver’s attention.

He ignored me, and I made a mental note to rate him with a one star. For a moment, I got lost in the rhythm of the streetlights that we passed by as my mind started to wonder off. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a muffled noise that sounded off from behind me. I tried to turn my head to see where the noise was coming from, but the truck jerked as the driver made a sharp turn into what looked like a dark alley.

“Umm—Sir?” I asked as my nerves started to get the best of me.

He ignored me once again. I started to blink my eyes rapidly as tears welled up inside of them. The alley had dim lights but was mainly swallowed by darkness. The farther we got, the darker the alley grew, with only the headlights leading the way. I’m being kidnapped!

My heart beat wild inside of my chest. I turned around in my seat once more as my pulse quickened as I laid eyes on a man that was hog tied with duct tape that sealed his lips together. His eyes were as big as balloons. He pleaded silently with me as the truck came to a stop.

I looked back up at the driver, whose hands gripped the stirring wheel with an eerie calm. His knuckles were steady like the sounds coming from the third-row seats didn’t bother him at all. He turned the engine off, and the doors unlocked.

“Run as fast as you can, Angel.” He chuckled mechanically.

My hands shook as I felt my bladder tighten, I grabbed the door handle then opened the door. I swallowed down hard, as my entire world began to spin out of control. Run Angel, run! I picked up my left foot and it felt like something weighed it down. I took off running with my tears turning into ice sickles. My fear kept overturning the adrenaline that pumped through me in an attempt to escape my worse fear possible… being kidnapped.

My heels clattered against the uneven pavement as I ran as fast as I could with desperation driving me to push harder. I heard echoes of laughter from a distance, and I felt defeated. The alley seemed like it was never ending, I risked taking a glance over my shoulder as my heart pounded harder with thoughts of someone close behind me. Big fuckin’ mistake!

My footsteps were louder than I needed them to be. Being in the dark amplified my fear and anxiety. In situations like this, it was best not to panic or else something would end up going bad in my fight to survival. My panic caused my heel to get caught on a jagged edge of pavement, I tripped first, then stumbled. My arms flailed out like I was trying to swim against the wind but failed to stay afloat.

I fell to the ground. My palms ached bad, pain shot up and down my body. My pulse roared in my eardrums; my thoughts turned into a jumble as I struggled to stand. There was no time to utter a silent prayer, all I could do was say his name. God. I had hopefulness rising inside of me as I pushed forward. I thought because I stumbled and had fallen, no one had caught up to me. No one was actually behind me and that Uber driver was just probably a weirdo.

No! He knew my fuckin’ name! I picked up my speed at that revelation until I collided with something as solid as concrete wall. No, it was someone! The impact knocked the air from my lungs. I stumbled backward and fell right on my ass. My eyes grew wide as they snapped up to meet a pair of smoldering black eyes. I gasped as I used my palms and feet to push myself backward. My hands stung and the thin material to my sheer romper had ripped open at the bottom.

“The game started weeks ago, Angel. It ends today.” Detavio’s voice was low and terrifyingly close.

The chill of the night seeped into my bones as I sat frozen, trapped in a dark alley with a man that I said I wouldn’t further look into anymore.

“I love the smell of your fear, Angel. It’s a little too late to give in when I gave you an option back at your mother’s coffee shop and you stubbornly declined it.” He chuckled dryly.

“Fuck you!” I spat.

Anger took over the fear that I desperately wanted to let go of. If this was the end for me, I was going to make it hard for him…or so I thought.

“I’m tired of hearing that from you, Angel. It’s been very tempting. The taste of you is one of a kind, the way that your wet little pussy grips my tongue when I push it in and out of you is what has kept you alive this long. Are you scared and wet for me right now?” Detavio cunningly asked.

His foot kicked tiny rocks as he took deliberate steps toward me. Seconds later, his breath fanned my face as his hand slid between my legs.

“I’m not scared of you, you sick bitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“You pissed yourself, Angel.” He taunted.

I slapped at his hand and even tried to move it. His hand snatched the sheer material from underneath my ass, he ripped it all the way up until half of my stomach was exposed. Detavio used his free hand to push me hard until my back touched the concrete.

“Besides piss, I can smell your arousal. If I slide my hand past your panties will the inside of you be wet for me…like it is every single night, when you dream about me?” He asked as my breath got caught in my throat.

I hated myself right now, the way my pussy betrayed me the moment his woodsy masculine cologne invaded my nostrils. I couldn’t see him how I wanted to but felt his presence, and that alone had my body reacting to him in the wrong kind of way.

“Answer me, Bitch!” His voice vibrated through me.

My lips trembled. If I answered no, then he would know that I was lying. I did the most these past couple of weeks. I uploaded several videos that I had in my drafts from interviews that I hadn’t edited. At the time, I wanted answers from him based off the newspaper he left in my bathroom. Tonight, I finally decided that I didn’t want no more parts regarding the Decebal men.

I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out. I gasped and shuttered when his hand slid under the seat of my wet lace panties. With one hand, he gripped my pussy and squeezed it like he was getting ready to juice me for everything inside of me. His middle finger skillfully slid between my wet folds. I shuttered as he pushed his middle finger in and out of me.

A stubborn moan escaped my mouth as his thumb slowly drew circles around my erect clit.

“Filthy fucking slut!”

He leaned in so close until his lips grazed my neck, I moaned without shame as my pussy gushed out onto his hand and the concrete beneath me. My orgasm came in waves, the thrill of it all had me spiraling right into his spell.

“I’m going to make you cum several times. This time you’ll be awake, very alert, begging for everything that I have in store for you. All the women living on my estate will have their way with you. I’m going to bend you, suck you, fuck you, eat you, then break you, over and over. I’ll make you pray for an early dismissal. The only way out is death, Angel. The game has ended with me owning you, now cum on my fingers! You silly fucking bitch!” Detavio’s twisted words penetrated my soul.

Like a vampire, his teeth sunk into the side of my throat, his free hand grabbed my left nipple, and he pinched and pulled at it until the pleasure from my orgasm overrode the pain of him twisting my nipple.

“Your just as dirty, like what you think of me and my father, let me show you right in this filthy ass alley.” His voice grew raspy.

He took his finger out of my pussy then traced it around my lips. My mind got crossed up in confusion. Was he kidnapping me or just planning on fucking me? Could this even be considered rape now that I gave him one orgasm willingly without screaming out no?

“Tell me that you’re going to be a filthy ass bitch for me,” Detavio demanded.

His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and he tugged roughly. I clenched my lips tight, I refused to repeat the words that came out of his mouth.

“Oh, you want to piss me off?” He clicked his teeth.

He shoved multiple fingers inside of me until the palm of his hand pressed down on my clit. A razor or maybe a knife prickled my neck, breaking skin.

“I can end it all now. Tell me!” He gritted.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My clit throbbed and my tears dropped as he sped up the pace of his fingers that glided rapidly, in and out of me. My pussy greedily sucked him in and gripped his fingers for dear life. He moved the palm of his hand from side to side, he lifted it every couple of seconds in order to push his fingers in further. I was getting ready to cum again, blood trickled down my throat as the pressure grew stronger.

“I’m—your…filthy bitch!” I moaned the words out as I lost control over every sensation that he caused my body to have.

“Very correct, forever and even after death.” He taunted evilly.

“I’m going to fuck you in this dirty ass alley. You and your pussy are desperate for me, right?”

Detavio was so close to me, everything happened in a blur. I felt him between my legs, he pressed the head of his dick against my slick lips. It’s thicker than any man that I have ever been with. I sucked in a sharp breath, my mind raced fast, I released the breath that I was holding as he slid his dick up and down my wetness. He lubricated his dick which made me believe that he was going to take it easy.

I was wrong, he slammed into me, it felt like my pussy had a foreign huge object buried deep inside. Detavio stretched me painfully. It took me back to when I first lost my virginity at the age of seventeen. I moaned through tears, his cold hands roamed up and down my body. In one swift motion, he ripped the top of my romper with an animalistic growl.

My titties spilled out, the night air kissed them and hardened my nipples. My bare back scraped against the concrete as Detavio bit into my chin then nipped at my bottom lip. His arms smoothly went underneath me, and in one swift motion, he repositioned us until I was sitting up on him. He rocked me up and down his long thick length as if I weighed nothing.

My moans grew louder, my pussy slammed down on him, up and down. He grabbed my wrists and put them behind my back as he thrusted his hips upwards. Tiny zaps of pleasure shot up my back, my pussy clenched around his dick as if it belonged to me.

“You might be a little different than the rest.” He uttered lowly.

He pulled me against his chest. I was so full of him buried deep inside of me, I felt the pressure in my ass. Lost in sensations that I only felt in my dreams, I became overwhelmed. Shock waves kept me captured as he bore into my very soul.

My climax rose, as my eyes grew huge. I felt my body grow numb. He released my hands and I grabbed at anything on him to steady myself and prepare for the earth-shattering orgasm approaching.

Detavio’s body went rigid, his dick twitched violently inside of me.

“Beg for it!” He demanded; his voice strained as he grunted.

His pumps were cruel with the intention to hurt me. My body reacted; I couldn’t stop spasming. I was out of control. He possessed me in a twisted dark way. Detavio growled as his nut seeped inside of me, and my lips pursed as my salty tears ran over them. His hand wrapped around my neck as he continued to rock his dick in and out of me.

His cum mixed with mine made loud noises. I expected his dick to go soft, instead, it remained hard. I felt weak minded. I let myself slip and enjoy all of this. Instead of me hopping off of him, I willingly stayed grounded under his grip. My pussy throbbed at the thought of trying to fight back. His hand tightened around my windpipe before he released.

I could feel anger radiating off of him but didn’t know why he was so mad with a hard dick still lodged inside of me.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees!” He gritted.

Reality hit me, he was going to kill me. I could feel it in the way he squeezed his hand around my throat seconds ago. I panicked and did the very thing that I refused to do from jump…beg for mercy.

“Please! I will stop making the videos! I won’t utter a word about you or your father! I started posting the videos back-to-back to get your attention. I just wanted answers about my dad! I-I no longer want those answers! Please don’t kill me, I’ll give you anything.” I sobbed.

I started to hyperventilate again, but I tried to continue to beg.

“You’ve already gave me everything good that you have to offer. Get on your fucking knees or I will cut you from ear to ear.” He sneered out.

My entire body started to shake. I panted as my life flashed through my head. My right knee hit the hard concrete first, followed by the left. I placed my injured bloody palms flat to the ground as I bowed my head to pray.