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Twenty-Four

I didn’t hear the door click shut behind her but I knew she left out of my room. My heart was still pounding, chest tight as fuck. The words that I’d thrown at her still hung in the air. I didn’t need her pity, nor did I need her to fix me. I needed Natavi to know boundaries and respect them. I hated that I was feeling anything for her right now.

My world was full of chaos right now, as always. Too much was happening back-to-back. I found it hard to wrap my head around everything. Murder had been on my mind since I saw Jalissa. She would pay for everything extra that she added on to in my already complicated fucked up life.

Natavi didn’t deserve most of what I said, and she didn’t need to fall for a man like me. Silence screamed in my ears as I looked down at Emi’s picture. My stomach clenched tight as I tried to fight the ache in my chest. I needed to relieve the heavy bricks sitting on my shoulders. I couldn’t stand it any longer, the sight of Emi caused me to drop down to my knees. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care about Natavi leaving because I figured that I was better off alone, and she was better off without my fucked-up ass.

“I couldn’t save you, so I can’t save her…Emi.” I mumbled as I kissed the cracked glass frame. It wasn’t fair at all, why should I experience something good when Emi never got a fair chance to?

Before I knew it, my tears wouldn’t stop, they came out fast and hard which pissed me off further. I hated feeling weak, but my past came rushing back into my head. I gasped for air as I choked off the grief that filled me up to the brim. Every painful memory, every scar, every time that a sick bastard kicked me harder in the back when I was already down on my knees begging for mercy, none was shown.

A high-pitched scream snapped me out of my own thoughts and emotions as panic filled me. I dropped the framed photo and ran out of the room as my eyes scanned the hallway wildly. Natavi low sobs came from the living room that I damaged soon as I walked in the house.

Seeing me and Emi’s picture made me spiral out of control. That part of me, I kept closed off for reasons to protect my own set of triggers that put me in a dark place. I rushed into the living room and saw Natavi on the floor surrounded by glass. Her pretty face contorted in agony as she cried, holding her right foot in her lap. There was so much blood everywhere, the bottom of my boots crunched down on bits and pieces of glass.

“I’m so-sorry. I just wanted to see all the damage that you did. I had this place nice, Monster.” She frowned and continued to cry.

My body came down instantly off the rage that had built up inside of me from when I walked in the door. I started to feel like shit as I looked around at all the broken vases and bookshelves that I tossed around the room. The coffee table, I picked up and tossed it to this area that I was standing in. Sorry was on the tip of my tongue but it sounded so foreign in my head. The only woman that I ever apologized to was…Emi.

I said nothing, I bent down and scooped her up in my arms. Her naked body was cold and still a little damp from the shower she took. She smelled like warm vanilla as I walked her down the hall, pass my room and toward her guest bedroom. Natavi buried her face in my shoulder, her body shook as she sobbed lowly and trembled in my arms.

I could feel her hurt from my rejection…it did something strange to me. Soon as I entered the guest room, I took in the layout and how she redecorated the room. She gave all of this thought, and she did it to make me happy. I crushed it all except this room, and although it was my money wasted, it was her thought and care stomped on.

“I—I’m…” I sucked in a deep breath.

I placed her gently down on the bed as the word sorry bubbled up in my throat. It felt wrong, like I would be showing too much of myself and then proving her words from earlier to be right…

“It’s not how much you gave! You gave me enough to start over and you are still offering more. You want to be evil so bad when your actions show the opposite! If I’m nothing but a prostitute to you then why did you give me your card to shop! Why do you want me in your bed instead of the guest room! You trust me in this house alone! You care, Monster, I know you do!”

“I’m sorry…” I muttered, barely above a whisper; it was almost too quiet to hear, yet the word sorry sounded so loud and foreign coming from my mouth.

“…For the way I acted, there’s no excuse that I’m willing to give. I was wrong.” I stomped off to get a first aid kit.

When I returned, Natavi sat up in the bed with her thumb pressed firmly at the bottom of her foot. Blood specks sprinkled the bed as she rocked back and forth slowly with tears dropping down her high cheek bones.

“I can fix this fast, get dressed…then leave.” She uttered.

She didn’t offer me her eyes. I wanted to see them but knew she was angry.

“No, I’ll fix it, and all of this,” I stated.

I took a seat on the bed then grabbed her foot. She hesitated at first to give me her foot willingly. Seconds later, she gave in once she realized that I wasn’t backing down. I wanted to make this right; I didn’t give a damn if it seemed bi-polar of me. Less than five minutes ago, I wanted her out. Now, I wanted to cater to her injury then make her feel better with my tongue.

I didn’t want her to leave now, in fact… I never wanted her to leave. Natavi was mine, she belonged to me. Matter of fact… She pushed herself in too deep when she expressed herself to me. I knew it clear as day, that she didn’t deserve a man like me. She knew it too. It didn’t matter if she knew her worth or not. I came with shit that she would never be able to handle. Yet she craved me just as bad as I craved the taste of her vanilla skin.

Since I couldn’t kill Jalissa, her ex-boyfriend Chedda would suffice enough. I was going to devour Natavi after I made sure her foot felt better. Then I was going to go and kill Chedda to make sure that he never tried to double back and mess around with what I knew was mine. She wanted this, she got it.

I would never put my burden of past trauma on her because I would never allow her to take that on. It’s my own journey, I spent too many years being a slave to what all happened to me. It would break me even more if I ever uttered the vile things that happened to me as a boy back in Thailand.

I never been good at tending to anyone else’s pain. I hoped Natavi knew that I wasn’t the guy that people came to for comfort since she acted like she knew everything else about my persona so well. My hands shook as I pulled her slowly until her foot hung over my lap.

I turned slightly to open up the first aid kit and my hands started to shake. What the fuck am I even doing? I asked myself over and over as I tried my best to steady my hands. Carefully, my fingers moved over the supplies with my eyes glued to her uncertain eyes.

She winced when I lifted her foot a little higher to see the damage to her foot clearly. I almost got lost staring over at her pink pouty lips. She pressed them together then simpered lowly. Pain was evident in her eyes, I can almost feel how bad it hurt her. It made my stomach twist in guilt.

“Hold still, then take in deep breaths if it starts to hurt a little too much. There’s glass still lodged inside.” I tried to make my words sound more like a request then a demand to at least show a little humanity.

If she knew my crazy possessive thoughts right now that swirled inside of my head, she would have limped out of my house. Natavi nodded her head. She didn’t flinch when I applied the antiseptic around her wound. Quietly, I got to work with the tweezers. I pulled each piece of glass out of the bottom of her foot, then wiped around the area again.

Once it was cleaned up, I lifted her foot all the way up until I was eye level with it. I stared at it for a couple of seconds too long before the beast inside of me craved to do more. Without second thought, I flicked my tongue all around the wound then enclosed my mouth around it to suction it. Her body grew stiff, I ignored the evident surprise radiating off of her.

There was nothing that I could say to make her feel better about all of what I just done. I could show her better than I could tell her in this moment to make it all better physically. I sucked harder than flicked my tongue over the punctured area. I ignored the taste of blood on my taste buds because I knew in seconds the taste of her sweet pussy would replace the stale taste that teased my tongue.

I dragged my tongue down to the heel of her foot, then back up to the tip of her toes. I heard her take a deep breath as I trailed my lips over the top of her foot. Her skin was smooth and warm. I grabbed her other ankle and brought it to my lap. I eyed her soft pink nail polish and bricked up instantly.

“Monni, what are you?—”

I closed my mouth over her big toe. I swirled my tongue around it until her breathing sounded choppy. My tongue led the way to the arch of her foot. I circled it then went up to her ankles and shin. I looked up as I licked all around her foot, her eyes fluttered and misted over with confusion.

“Lay the fuck back.” I demanded.

Natavi scooted back, her titties jiggled with each movement she made. She opened her legs for me, her pussy glistened in heat. I moved fast between her legs then dove down. My lips sunk down on her pretty pink pussy. I wrapped my arm under one of her thighs to hold her wide open for me.

I sucked her, licked her then swirled my tongue over her hard nub then suctioned it. I savored her taste as my tongue teased at her tiny wet hole. Her moans of mercy got ignored. I lifted up to look over her sexy ass body. She pinched her nipples and twisted them between her fingers.

“Please, Daddy.” She pleaded.

I sat up on my knees and watched her squirm as devilish thoughts crossed my mind. I took my dick out and stroked it as I dipped back down to swirl my tongue around her clit.

“Yes, Daddy!” She panted.

Natavi shook, her breaths were short and shallow. She must have forgotten, and I would quickly remind her who was in control. I kept licking, already knowing that her hardheaded ass was about to cum without my permission. I didn’t give a fuck about being in the wrong earlier. This pussy was mine to tame and control twenty-four seven.

My tongue paused on her clit as I rose my head to look at her.

“Please, I need to?—”

“Nut?” I asked as I cut her off with a smirk plastered on my face.

I leaned down to lick up her stomach and around her belly button. My thumb pressed down on her clit. It throbbed in need and I held back my sinister laugh. I continued to trail kisses up to her perky titties. I nipped at each nipple then latched on to the right one. Her body bucked off the bed, I cupped her hot pussy as I rubbed my palm over her clit. The tip of my middle finger dipped in her tunnel then traced around her lips.

I dipped my finger all the way inside of her then dragged it up to her clit swirled it around her bud and observed the way her body reacted. I was addicted to watching her pretty little pussy gush out for me in appreciation. Natavi arched her back off her bed and whined out her frustrations. I pushed her stomach back down and continued to swirl and smear her wetness all around her sex.

The problem for me was stopping, how could I stop? When she tasted so fucking good. I dipped my finger in and out of her tunnel and sucked on her nipples then tugged at them with my teeth. I released her right nipple then looked down at her flat stomach. I spit down on it then trailed my tongue down the center of her breasts until it landed on my spit puddle which tasted like her pussy.

Once I got back down to her pussy, I sucked and licked some more. I sped up my tongue as she panted harder. She begged me for a release. She thrusted her pussy into my fingers that moved in and out of her knocking each time against her G-spot. Her titties bounced up and down as her tight pussy gripped my fingers.

My dick ached and twitched painfully. I sat up and eyed her, ready to fuck her head up.

“Lick me,” I told her.

I looked down at my scars. I opened my mouth and let spit travel down my chest until it landed right above my dick. Natavi sat up with lust written in her eyes. She softly kissed my stomach and darted her tongue out over my chest where the spit trail started until her tongue licked around my abs that was painted with deep scar wounds. My stomach tightened as I grabbed the back of her neck then guided her head up and down my map of old wounds. I pushed her back by the forehead and got on top of her as her hands landed on my waist.

“Can I lick your lips?” She asked cautiously.

I nodded my head, wanting to feel her tongue all over me. Her tongue darted out, as she dragged her tongue from corner to corner of my bottom lip just as the head of my dick crowned her tight pussy. I pushed all the way inside of her, she felt so damn good my arms almost gave out.

I growled as I murmured words that I couldn’t even understand. I slid almost all the way out and thrusted back in.

“You love it?” I taunted.

She nodded as I pushed her thighs up alongside of her to drive in to hit a certain spot. My breath fanned and teased her ear before I spoke into her ear.

“You can love me all you want, Natavi. You’ll never change or control me.” I bit into the bottom of her earlobe.

Her pussy contracted and spasmed around my dick.

“I’m going to kill, Chedda. Whatever love you had for him will die when he takes his last breath. Now cum all over my dick!” I gritted out.

I circled my hips and slammed inside of her over and over until heat filled my nuts and blood rushed to the tip of my dick. I released inside of her as she sobbed through her ocean of tears. What a good way to mourn and get over another dead man walking.