4. Monster
Chapter 4
Monster
W hat the fuck am I doing wrong? I asked myself over and over as I stood at the edge of my bed looking down at Natavi. The only time she looked to have no worries was when she was like this. Her breathing was slow with heavy snores. I eyed her plump lips that were slightly parted. Natavi’s face was stained with dry tears that made my heart double in speed.
She was fragile, so I tried not to upset her. I let her do the yelling when I hated it for her as well as our baby growing in her stomach. Natavi knew that she couldn’t control me from the beginning. I asked her, whenever her mood seemed to shift, what was wrong, and she hardly stated the problem. I never tried to figure a person out, but with Natavi, I always gave it the best that I had, and it seemed like she wasn’t realizing that.
In her outburst at dinner earlier she had stated that I was leaving again as if that was a problem. I always left and made sure to come back. Weeks ago, she mentioned me never planning anything romantic for the two of us. She complained how she was the only one who planned shit. Natavi wanted to travel and do all of these things that I felt wasn’t the time yet, due to her preeclampsia pregnancy; she was high risk and told by the doctor that she needed to be on bed rest. I didn’t want her designing homes, strutting around in high heels. To me, that was a risk on our unborn.
It seemed like every time I stepped forward thinking that I was doing the right thing by her, it was wrong in her eyes. I refused to give up, although most days I felt like she was trying to break me into someone I didn’t recognize. The one thing that I disliked is how Natavi made me feel more. Even when it was time to kill, it felt different. I thought about her, like she had become my second conscience.
I never burdened her with my past and the things that I struggled with today. Right now, I had bigger problems that I hadn’t brought forth to my brother’s. Someone was gunning for me, I didn’t know who but each time they came after me, I tortured them and yet none of the men I had tortured spoke a word about who sent them.
I had upped security on Detavio and Octavio. Natavi didn’t know that I added twenty-four security on our home. Before she came into my life, I never had security attached to me. Now, I felt like I needed an extra set of eyes and I still loss a lot of sleep, too paranoid to close my eyes.
“Are you cheating on me, Monni?” Natavi asked in a groggy tone.
I took a step away from the bed and chuckled in disbelief. I only wanted her, why the fuck did she let her mental take her to that line of questioning? I eyed her for seconds, studying her burning brown eyes that cut through me like she knew something. Her face was balled up in confusion and hurt like she witnessed me actually do what she asked.
My body tensed, not because I felt guilty but because of the audacity of the accusation. Since Natavi came into my life, I haven’t thought about another female. The idea of betraying or touching anyone else, was unthinkable. The thought of another female getting this dick disgusted me.
“You trying to turn me into some one that I’m not familiar with, I don’t even understand what you mean,” I stated in an even tone. I didn’t want to grow angry, but this was farfetched.
I let my hands drop down to my sides and sighed roughly.
“Answer the fucking question! Don’t try to make this about me changing you. I accept and love the fuck out of you! I wash the blood off of your fucking hands! I ask you one question, and you deflect!” She sat up and snatched the comforter off of herself.
I couldn’t help but stare at her, get lost in her beauty and rage. My eyes dropped down to the curve of her swollen belly. I shook my head and took one step closer to the bed.
“You’re going to make me hurt your feelings, Natavi…I prefer not doing that. But, please…watch your fuckin’ tone and your conduct with me…especially while my child is inside of you. In the morning, I’ll take you to the family doctor to check on my baby because you’ve been doing too much.” I turned on my heels and stopped mid stride.
“If something happens to my baby…all because of your fucked up insecurities and hormonal changes, I’ll never forgive you but will still deal with you. Either you get the fuck up and come wash and clean me…or you lay back down and fall the fuck to sleep.”
She gasped as I heard her behind me moving around in the bed. Before she could even stomp her little ass my way, I slammed the bathroom door with my heart pounding in my chest. Natavi didn’t know how bad she was on the last thread of patience that I maintained just for her. Nobody ever tried me how she did, nor talk to me crazy without repercussions. I figured she asked me that stupid question because I refrained from fucking her.
My fear of harming her and causing her to go into early labor because of the size of my dick caused me to become cautious. I ate her pussy more than I ate regular meals and it still didn’t seem to be enough. Natavi needed some dick, and she also needed me home more often with her. It was hard to give her both at the moment, so I chose to deal with her crazy ass mood swings. It was all good in my eyes. I put myself in her shoes, and I didn’t blame her…Because if I were her, I wouldn’t trust a man like me either…but for different reasons.
The water scalded my skin as I let it burn and run over my shoulders, down to my back, washing away the sweat, blood, and filth of the night. I pressed my hands against the cold tile and bowed my head as the steam thickened around me. I told myself to breathe like Natavi did whenever she washed away my sins…I couldn’t let go and relax. Flashbacks crashed in waves as I thought back to the man that I tortured an hour ago.
The room inside of the warehouse was small and dim. It reeked of piss and fear. Finally, the tiny Asian man trembled in front of me, it was just him and I. He knew I demanded answers. I’d start cutting at his limbs until he told me. I forced myself to have patience…the other men that was brought to this room, I end up killing in seconds once they refused to talk. I had to find out something, too many attempts of stupid fuckas thinking they can follow me around town as if it wasn’t a threat to my life.
The man’s eyes darted between me and the dark corners of the warehouse, I guess he thought that someone was coming to save him. He should have known once I dragged him inside that there was no way out. He sat on the ground with two broken legs after my first attempt of asking him calmly for just a name. Instead of answering, he spat at my feet, so I made his bitch ass scream to the lord himself as I broke each leg with my hands.
“Are you ready to give that name?” I asked as I snatched him up off his feet and slammed him in the metal chair.
He wept lowly and shook his head no. I let my fists respond, my knuckles cracked against his ribs then his cheekbone. His breathing sounded ragged as I pulled a blade from my back pocket.
He broke….
“Tai!!!” He gasped with blood falling from his mouth.
“Tai!!! Thailand! He owns us!” He rushed out.
I smirked before the rage crept in. Tai… A name I whispered at night and despised as young boy. The sound of his name made my vision grow blurry. I looked down at the man in front of me and blocked out all of his begging. Just because he gave me a name…it wasn’t enough for me to let him live. I snapped his neck with one clean twist. No hesitation, no mercy.
I tried to blink my eyes and tell myself that shit would be good, but I knew very well that shit was about to get bad. If Tai was after me, then he wouldn’t stop sending his little messengers. Someone had told him about me in the states…but who? Jalissa and Impurity were dead, so who the fuck else could be out there talking to him? I had to go to him and put a stop to all of this once and for all.
After I bathed myself, I exhaled sharply then dragged a hand over my face as the shower pounded at my back. My jaw tightened as my fingers curled into fists. I couldn’t stop my own tears from falling… Tai was attached to a painful past that made me question myself as a man. He was attached to why no one could ever have any type of control or power over me till this day.
My body hummed with violence trapped inside of me. Tai, made a mistake coming for me…I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower with steam curling around me like smoke. The bathroom grew quiet as I heard my front door slam shut.
One thing after another… Natavi was going to make me lose my mind tonight and she would only have herself to blame for that. I skipped drying off, I quickly stomped in my room to grab a pair of boxers to cover myself up before seeing what the fuck Natavi was up to.
As soon as I reached the door, I slid my feet into my boots then walked out the front door. I stood on the porch and watched her barefoot ass on our lawn. Her night gown stretched over her swollen belly, as she gripped her phone in one hand with the flashlight pointed at the leather seats of my truck.
I couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched my lips. Pregnancy hormones was getting the best of Natavi. It had her out in the middle of the night hunting for evidence. She was looking for remnants of a woman who didn’t exist. I leaned against the porch railing with my arms crossed over my chest. I watched her go through the extra trouble of climbing on the ladder to fully get inside of the truck. I could see her squint her eyes and lean in closer like she’s looking for strands of hair against the seat. She even smelled the top and bottom of the seat.
I stepped off the porch to get a closer look; she’s furious, determined, and sexy as fuck. I couldn’t help but to admire Natavi. I closed the distance between us and stood behind her rummaging through my shit like she was the police. A low chuckle escaped me which cause her back to straighten. She turned around and glared at me with her nostrils flared. The light from her phone casted shadows over her face. Her eyes shined with fire.
“You think this shit is funny! You think it’s okay to play around with me like I won’t fuck you up!” She snapped loudly.
I shrugged and stepped a little closer, not getting close enough for her long claw looking nails to touch me. I admired her bluntness, she was bold as hell. Natavi knew she was in the wrong for talking to me so recklessly.
“I think this shit is real funny, considering the type of night I had before I got home to you…You out here playing detective, looking for something that isn’t there…how the fuck does that make you feel, Natavi?” I cocked my head to the side.
Her eyes welled up with tears and it moved me instantly. It didn’t matter how many times she cried a day; it affected me in some kind of way.
“You are so damn arrogant and cocky! You—you…” She took in a ragged breath as her tears escaped her eyes.
“I’m none of what you’re trying to accuse me of, Natavi.” I stepped closer, unable to keep the space between us.
“I don’t need no other woman, this is foolish. You think I’m out getting pussy coming home with blood-soaked hands?” My hand landed on her exposed thigh.
“You want some dick, Natavi? Is that what all of this is about? Dick?” I asked as she looked away shamefully.
“I don’t know…” She simpered.
“You do know, talk to me…How do you feel?” I asked, letting my hand creep between her soft damp thighs.
I looked into Natavi’s brown eyes and saw the uncertainty. She really let her mind roam and get the best of her.
“I don’t feel pretty anymore.” She looked away.
I didn’t say shit right away, I want to let her words settle and find their place in the small space between us. To me, Natavi was the most beautiful woman in the world…there was more from her statement. It was more about how I made her feel from the distance and not giving her all the attention she wanted. Natavi thought that I didn’t understand or know her as deep as she thought she knew me.
I studied her when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. She exhaled and shook her head then looked up at me.
“You don’t touch me the way you used to; you barely show that you want me.” She whined.
“It makes me feel like you giving yourself to someone else then coming back home to me out of comfort…because this is your house at the end of the day.” She simpered and wiped at her eyes.
I remained silent as her words and wet pussy hit me all at once. I slid my finger up and down her thick pussy lips then dived them inside of her hot tunnel. Her words weren’t true, and I wasn’t about to tell her that verbally. Natavi yearned for this dick, she wanted it so bad that she let her mind take her on a bad trip of making things up that she should have known wasn’t true. I used my free hand to feel through her thick, crinkled, shoulder-length hair.
She tensed up then moaned when my finger found her clit.
“You say I don’t want you…when I consume this pussy as my first and last meal every day?” I asked.
I wanted her to replay the stupid words that she just spoke. She swallowed down her spit hard and inhaled sharply. Her eyes rolled back as her legs quivered.
“Stay with me and answer me,” I instructed her.
My hand pulled at the top of her gown; her breast spilled out. The night air caused her nipples to stiffen.
“I don’t know, Monni.” She whimpered and moaned.
Her phone dropped to the truck floor; she opened her legs wider for me to explore her.
“You don’t act like it,” she added.
“The main reason I don’t give you this dick is because it’ll hurt you. You told me that when you were four months pregnant…that it hurts. I have self-discipline to wait until after the baby comes.” I leaned in to lick the tear from her high cheek bone.
“You can’t stick it halfway in?” She uttered bashfully.
“Your way of begging for dick is acting like this, I see…” I chuckled dryly.
Fuck it! I thought. Natavi needed dick, and I needed a break from all of her mood swings. I wanted this shit to stop after tonight. I didn’t give a fuck about being outside, nor did I care about the men that I had surrounding my house in the shadows of the dark standing by on guard.
I moved in and blew on her titties as she slid her hand to the back of my neck. Tentatively, I slid my tongue across both of her breasts then landed it over one of her nipples. She hissed through her teeth and threw her head back. I wrapped one arm around her back while my other hand played in her pussy.
I latched on to her nipple and growled around it. I pulled and sucked hard enough to wake up her production of milk.
“Monn—Master!” She moaned.
Natavi thrusted her pussy against my fingers and shivered as her moans grew louder. I shook my head and chuckled around her nipple then flicked my tongue over it. I eyed the first drop of clear milk that oozed down to her stomach. I latched back on, and sucked slow but steady, her milk was as sweet as her pussy.
I went to her other nipple as my finger swirled around her erect clit. Natavi bucked into my hand, she started to squirm as my finger passed over her clit over and over. I could feel her orgasm build, but I didn’t want to be selfish and not give her what I knew would make her ass act right.
“If I give you this dick, you promise to never ask me no shit like am I cheating on you again?” I pressed my thumb hard against her clit.
My mouth latched on to her nipple roughly. I sucked and swallowed down all the milk that gushed from her hard nipple.
“Yes, baby, I swear!” Natavi yelled out.
“Tell me you sorry for saying that.” I moved my thumb from side to side then nibbled around her nipple as it continued to drip.
“I’m sorry, Monni!”
“Wrong fuckin’ name.” I slapped her entire pussy.
“Sorry Master!”
“You better start acting like you know who the fuck is in charge and stop acting like you got a fuckin problem with me being your man,” I gritted out.
I released her nipple then moved my hand from between her legs. My hands went underneath her thighs, I pulled her to the edge of the seat and held her legs back until they was almost touching the sides of her face. I wanted to stuff half of my dick inside of her, but the hunger inside of me raged looking down at her wet pretty pussy.
“You came outside to act out, entertain me and show me something before I give you what you want, Natavi.” I demanded.
She flexed her hips a little as her stomach shifted. With one hand, Natavi’s fingers pulled her pussy lips apart and she daintily toyed with her clit. I watched her intently with the cold air of the night caressing my back as she pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Faster.” I started to kneel in front of her, releasing her legs.
“Monni, please!” She pleaded, sounding frustrated.
I ignored her as my knee pressed into the grass. Her legs now dangled out the truck and onto my shoulders.
“Speed that shit up,” I demanded.
I reached over her hand and pinched her nipples; her milk dripped like a broken faucet, while my thumbs ran over the tips.
“Hold that nut,” I warned her.
Her body bucked; her moans grew louder. I slapped her hands away and dipped my head between her legs. I pressed a firm kiss against her clit. I inhaled and exhaled her pussy. My tongue dipped inside of her. Natavi didn’t understand how addicted and obsessed I was from the mere taste of her. I circled her clit then sucked at it lightly. I paused every time her legs tried to clench tight then repeated the action.
I planned to teach her a fuckin’ lesson, make her a believer, cause her to ache since she chose not to trust me like I trusted her.
“I can’t hold it, baby!” She whined out.
I abruptly rose up then pulled my dick out. I slapped it against her pussy until it turned rosy red. I gripped her hips and pushed the tip inside of her.
“Cum on this dick.” I pushed in a little more.
She came with a loud cry, tears cascaded down the sides of her face as she shook violently. I inched in further, her pussy spasmed around me. She felt so good that I felt my pre cum leaking inside of her and I wasn’t even all the way inside.
“Continue to make that pussy gasp around my dick.” I grunted out.
It’s been months since I felt the inside of Natavi’s pussy. I withdrew from her pussy and went halfway back in. It took a lot to hold back from sliding all the way inside.
“Fill me all the way up, I can take it.” She panted.
“You can’t,” I gritted.
“I can!” she retorted out of breath.
Natavi looked up in my eyes as I went all the way inside of her. I got lost to the pleasure and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds to savor her. I opened her up; her pussy fought back, tightening with each stroke.
“Open wider for me.” I picked her up from the seat as her legs wrapped around me.
Shutting the truck door behind me, I guided her up and down on my length. Her stomach kept a space between us, reminding me to be careful and not rough with her. I trekked across the grass with Natavi’s juices gushing down my balls as I made my way carefully up the porch steps. She begged for another release; I granted her that.
As soon as I started to nut inside of her, our baby kicked hard. I saw the foot poke through her swollen belly and damn near dropped her. I finished emptying my nut inside of her as we walked through the front door. I walked with Natavi through the house to our bedroom. Before I could lay her down, Natavi’s pussy gushed out like she was peeing on me. She gasped and gripped her stomach.
“Monni…” She paused as her eyes grew big.
“I—think—ummm…”
“What, Natavi? What’s wrong?” I panicked.
“My water broke.”