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Thirty-Three

I lied and didn’t give one fuck about it. I had sixteen rooms fully furnished for Angel to sleep in but wanted her in my bed. I wanted to push her to the limits, so I took the opportunity before it disappeared. This would probably be my last time being this close to Angel. I decided to stop tormenting her, she didn’t deserve the shit. I could bully my way into her life, but it would only make her hate me more.

I watched the way her chest rose and fell, she snored lightly on her side comfortably. My dick stiffened, her curves and the thickness attached to her body made me want to take her in her sleep again. I needed a release; the first nut would be painful since I haven’t had a release in two days. After leaving Arkville, the shock of everything took a toll on me. A lot of things that I wondered about for years came out to the light.

I now understood why Mr. Herringbone stuck by Impurity’s side no matter how bad he treated him. His bowels being loose had everything to do with Impurity. I was disgusted and angry. I hated that I still couldn’t bring myself to end Impurity or Jalissa when I had the perfect chance to do so. I didn’t know how to feel, or maybe I did. Every time I tried to understand how I felt about it all, I got this empty cold feeling in my chest.

I realized that I wasted my time as a kid, I waited for him to show up. Just to say just about anything to me. I would wait to hear his boots that would thud against the floor when he walked. Wait for his approval, then once I got his approval, I waited for something more. I waited for a conversation, a long one and not just a short demand of what he wanted me to do or telling me what I had to do.

I waited for Jalissa through rage and hate, then I stopped waiting once I realized that she was never coming back for me. I wanted Impurity to notice me as his son, I wanted for him to stand on the words that he said over a decade ago when he got ready to kick Jalissa and Octavio out.

“Listen, bitch, you either take Octavio or I’ll give him to someone else for a good penny. In Thailand, they’ll love his sweet ass. Our firstborn son gave us a fortune when I got rid of him. Detavio is the only good kid your battered womb could produce! Our firstborn was burned to a crisp when he came out of that foul pussy of yours! Octavio is as sweet as candy! The only kid I love is Detavio! He's handsome and looks just like me,” my father stated proudly.

I held on to those words in a sick twisted way. Those words that he spoke to my mom made me feel like it was love. I just couldn’t understand his hate for Monster. How could a parent reject their firstborn? How could he reject his last born? Because of Impurity, I mastered how to keep my head down for so long due to his anger never having an off switch. I learned how to make myself feel small. I ignored my feelings for so much since a kid that as an adult I didn’t know how to identify with them.

Impurity didn’t feel an ounce of guilt either, I witnessed it in his eyes. They were the same eyes that would get dark, almost hollow like there was nothing left but whatever was eating away at his soul. He never allowed me to be scared, because if I was and showed emotion, he considered me weak. Weakness disgusted him, just like anything that he deemed to be close to homosexuality. Yesterday, after all of my heavy thinking, I discovered for the first time that Impurity hated himself. He hated who he was and how he could never escape the Devil himself.

The Devil owned him and refused to turn him loose. I adjusted because I had no other choice. I now understood that ever slap or any time that I tried to reach out for something that felt like affection to Impurity, he’d beat it out of me and continue to push me away like I was a big mistake. I learned to lock it all away. My fears, my sadness, and depression was long forgotten about as time went on. If I showed him anything other than what he wanted to see in me that he didn’t see in himself, there was always hell to pay.

Impurity fucked me up. I started to become just like him without realizing the shit. I grew older and the problems started, the same problems that I buried away and forced myself to work through just to prove to myself that I wasn’t shit like him. I didn’t run to nobody for refuge after the fact, I didn’t go to tell anyone about anything that I endured with Impurity. In my mind, everything that I went through was just simply a part of the deal. Part of what being his son meant.

I didn’t consider myself strong, I actually wondered what the fuck it meant. I was wealthy but far from being strong like Impurity always told me. The only thing that I ever felt was heavy. It felt like Impurity had an invisible rope with a big piece of stone at the end, wrapped around my neck. He dragged me further into his abyss of darkness. Now, I was here…feeling like I was half of a man to the son of a bitch! I didn’t know how to process shit, and I didn’t know how to let any of it go, no matter how many times I told myself that I would.

Somewhere deep down inside of me, I felt this magnetic pull to Angel. I was terrified of what would happen if a part of me opened up to her. I felt something for her but I didn’t know what the fuck it was. Whatever it is, I felt myself panicking at the thought of willingly letting her go after tonight. I had to let her go, I couldn’t keep her. If I kept her against her will like I just did for two weeks, then I was indeed the product of Impurity. But… if I let her go…after tonight…and…she decided to come back to me…then she would be mine forever. There was only one way to find out after we played one last filthy game with one another…

An idea popped into my head, I thought back to Maylee. She told me she had fun with Angel, expressed how she loved the taste and the way that Angel ate her pussy.

I wanted to see it for myself. I was pissed that I didn’t have the proper time to get cameras installed inside of the pit to witness it. Angel shifted; the comforter fell off of the top of her body. I hated that she crawled in my bed with clothes on. Her titties were nice and round, her chocolate gumdrop nipples poked through the material of her long-sleeved shirt. I got off the bed, pulled my boxers off then shot a text to Maylee.

With a devious smirk glued to my face, I unlocked my bedroom door then got back on my side of the bed. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it, my balls tightened as I started to stroke it. I heard Maylee’s stilettos echo down the long hallway that lead her to my room. I looked over at Angel as she shifted to her right. Perfect. I thought, her body faced me. Her pouty lips, chubby cheeks, and button nose were perfect. I even loved the way her stomach hung over her leggings, I wanted to lean over, bite then suck her hot flesh into my mouth.

“Oh…It’ll be a treat to have you both.” Maylee purred. She turned and shut the door behind her.

She stood at my door with nothing but a silk robe that was damp. Her long hair was curly, the tips of her hair dripped down the silk robe. Her body was cherry red, she just got out of the shower.

“Shut up, and crawl to me,” I demanded.

I stopped stroking my dick. I watched Maylee sexily shimmy out of her robe. She lowered herself to the floor then looked up at me as she crawled with a deep arch in her back. I stood to the side of the bed once she got close. Angel’s eyes fluttered.

“Pinch your nipples,” I instructed.

It was unlike me to talk this much during Maylee and my sessions. Right now, I wanted to make enough noise to wake sleeping beauty up. Maylee palmed the bottom of her titties. She pinched and twisted her nipples. She exposed her neck, her head tilted back as she moaned lowly.

“Play with that pussy.” I grunted.

I traced her plump pink lips with the tip of my dick. Maylee rubbed her clit with her right hand then pinched her nipple with her left hand. She circled her clit with the right amount of pressure.

“Moan as loud as you want, and I’ll feed you this dick then give you the treat that yo lil nasty ass want if you suck it loud enough to wake Angel.”

Maylee’s smile lit her face up, she placed her palms flat on the floor. Her seductive gaze stayed locked with mine. Before I could blink, her tongue glided around the rim of my dick. I groaned as I grounded my feet and welcomed the swirl of her long ass tongue. In one swift motion she took my dick to the back of her throat, I bucked my hips forward into her mouth I easily squeezed past her tonsils that contracted around my length.

Maylee bobbed her head from the base of my shaft, then back up to the tip. She sucked a plentiful amount of precum that oozed out. She sucked sloppily and loudly; her moans bounced off the wall as she sped up her fingers. I looked down between her legs and saw that her entire hand was wet as fuck. Through hooded lust-filled eyes, I looked to the left of me and Angel eyes were wide open with lust written back in them.

I tugged Maylee’s hair hard, making her stop.

“Get up, May. We got an audience.” I smirked over at Angel.

I lifted Maylee into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. I spun her around until her back kissed the wall. I didn’t have to tell her what the fuck to do. I kept my promise and allowed her to slide down my dick like she owned it. I slid my hands underneath her ass, spread her cheeks and long dick stroked her. Her titties slapped up against my chest, I growled like a maniac in agony from the way my balls tightened, the built up that was pending, sent me over the edge.

“Don’t you want to get fucked, Angel?” I gritted through my teeth.

I watched her sit up slightly; her mouth dropped open as she shifted her eyes to the door. She better not!

“You want me and Maylee to fuck, suck, and devour you…until that pretty fat pussy goes numb.” I slapped Maylee’s left ass cheek.

I reached between us and rubbed on her swollen clit, her body shook violently. I lifted Maylee off of my dick and watched her pussy squirt all over it. When the last droplets of cum dripped out of her and on to my dick, I slammed Maylee on the bed with her ass up in the air. She still shook violently as I grabbed her by the ankles and forced her to the edge of the bed. Without giving her time to recover, I slammed back inside of her.

“If you want that pretty ass pussy devoured, show it to us. Open them thick thighs and let Maylee eat that pussy, Angel.” I challenged her.

“What do you want from me, Detavio?” She talked lowly.

“I want everything in this moment. I want you to let loose in front of me. I need to break you apart and make you spiral. So when you leave me tomorrow, you’ll crave me…You’ll think about me around the clock, driving yourself crazy.” I chuckled as my balls slammed against Maylee.

“You’ll convince and try to prove it to yourself that you don’t want me after tonight. It’s foolish to deny yourself of something that’s hard to find outside of this house. The decision will be yours after tonight, but if you stand to take off all of your clothes…Understand that you will give it all to me. Give me your soul, let go and let me take control. You can have it all back when you leave…The choice is yours. If you don’t want this though, Angel, I suggest you turn your childish, undecided ass around and go back to sleep while I give it all to Maylee.” I grunted the last three words out.