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Twenty

“You’ve been watching her for close to a month now, you could have killed her in the coffee shop or in her parent’s home. You convince yourself of killing her but that’s not going to happen, Detavio.”

I punched the back headrest of my truck as Angel snored loudly. The Chloroform had knocked her out cold. I needed time to think on why the fuck I couldn’t kill her ass. Monster was right. I hated when people proved me to be wrong. I couldn’t kill her, I even got pissed with not knowing the reasons why. I had to pull back. In order to do that, the sex had to stop. Was it the sex?

Tonight was my first time inside of her. Angel’s pussy gripped and sucked my dick in, making it feel like home. How could I kill a woman attached to a pussy like that? My thoughts were fucking me over, I needed to get a hold over myself fast. Fuck that! Sex was not going to stop! I thought to myself as I looked at her exposed breasts.

I wasn’t supposed to feel anything, I wasn’t used to feeling after training myself year after year not to. I felt something earlier after finding out Monster was my brother. I also felt something when Jalissa mentioned that my youngest brother Octavio, who I haven’t seen in forever, was dying. What was he dying from? Something deep inside of me wanted to track her down just to find Octavio to see what was really going on with him. I wondered if he hated me like Jalissa did…what poison was her sick ass feeding him after all of these years?

I looked back over at Angel and frowned; she had a lot of fight in her. She enjoyed me inside of her just as much as I enjoyed fucking her. Angel was soft and full in every way that most men wanted but never allowed themselves to experience. I never been with a woman Angel’s size. None of it mattered once I set my eyes on her.

Her skin was the color of rich caramel. Her hair was thick and long, stopping a little past her shoulders. It spilled over the seat in wild waves. It was a total different contrast against the neatness and control of her own life. I enjoyed watching her when she was unaware, it confused me how her presence tugged at something deep inside of me, something that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

I didn’t know what it was about her, truthfully. I’d seen beautiful women and had them living amongst me in my home. None of them ever pulled at me like Angel. She was just supposed to be another woman that crossed the line. She should have been an easy kill. I searched my brain as I looked out of the window. We were getting closer to my home, and the only thing I could think about was taking her through hell just to see how strong the fight in her really was.

Could she survive me? She acted like she was completely at ease, so unafraid of the world, but has she ever embraced the dark side of it? She’s never been stuck in a dark pit carving human skin until she’s reached flesh. I still craved what possessed me inside of that dark pit my father put me in. The smell of blood, the feel of a heart beating in the palm of my hands until I put it on ice for resale. I’d go up to my room where there were bright lights and crave to feel blood again. I’d grown addicted to people under my control, at my mercy.

It was a means to survive back then. When Impurity called for me to kill, I did it without a second thought. It was like feeding a beast what it truly desired. What did Angel desire? What was her sick or freaky desire? I reached out, and softly traced the top of her thigh. Her body was soft and inviting and all of her curves beckoned me in a way that I couldn’t resist.

I withdrew my hand then leaned back in my seat. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them when I saw her in thick chains and wide open for me in my own personalized pit that I took women to for punishment. It’s been a long time since I really had that kind of fun… I’m going to break her. I knew myself very well. I would never be anybody’s hero, let alone savior. I was going to break Angel and make her regret ever posting a thing to gain my attention.