The Undivulged Son Series

Chapter 4

My eyes feasted on her barely-clothed body and my mind created filthy scenarios that would make any saint pray for my damned soul.

The corner of my lip quirked as I slowly moved towards her. Our eyes connected before our lips molded once again. She pushed me down on the fine leather couch and began to grind her needy cunt on top of the visible poking bat inside my pants.

"I can see your bad boy is ready," she purred and ground her hips faster.

"Mmm, you're so f*****g sexy..." I huskily murmured and roamed my hands all over her body before squeezing handfuls of her big t**s.

These definitely weren't fake.

She pulled down the straps of her dress and peeled off the tight garment right beneath her bra.

"Do you like it rough?" I joked.

Because I'll do it rough.

I was so turned on.

"Make me scream..." she whispered and reached behind her back to unlock her restraining bra.

I bit my lip when she teasingly peeled her bra from her shoulders. She slowly revealed her pink and luscious n*****s standing erect on her huge natural mounds of pale flesh.

My hands immediately latched on her t**s—kneading, slapping, and making them jiggle to my aroused amusement.

I sat up and kissed her neck, leaving marks on her smooth skin and kissing her tender mounds before sucking on the n*****s.

"Mmm! Suck harder baby. Ohh that's it...suck me!" She moaned.

I was dazed with excitement. I wanted to do more, to make her feel more, so that in return; I'll get a squeezing reward.

Her lips abruptly slammed against mine and nearly knocked out the wind from my lungs. I ran my finger down her spine and both of us worked to unbutton my coat.

I pulled up the bottom of her dress as she exposed my bare chest. My hands kneaded her ass before she smirked and laid down on her back.

She opened her legs to me, showing me her willingness to take my girth and length into press the doorbell buried inside her sweet channel.

I slipped my fingers inside the hem of her underwear and slowly pulled it down to expose her wet pinkish and sinful flower.

I can just dive in there and give it a smooch.

"So f*****g wet..." I commented.

She reached down and rubbed her c**t and m*********d herself in front of me."It's all ready for your baby. Give it to me..."

What a succubus.

I unlocked my belt and unzipped and opened the locks to my erection.

"Condom?" I asked once my d**k sprung out.

My heart was thumping so fast. I just wanted to shove it in there and feel moist of her insides.

"I take pills and I'm clean," she assured me.

Fuck yeah, raw.

I shivered from just the thought of going in bare. I rubbed my d**k against her wetness and pressed the tip against the entrance of her cavern.

Just as I was about to slip in, men entered the room and scared the horniness out of me.

"What the he—"

My body froze, even more, when I saw the unnatural red glint in their crimson eyes.

"Good job," one of them said.

Disbelief bitterly spread in me when the girl I was with gave them a curt nod. "Thank you. It seems he couldn't keep his d**k in his trousers—made my job a lot easier."

"Okay, what the f**k is going on here?!" I asked.

I tucked my d**k back into my pants and zipped it tight.

Oh s**t, oh s**t.

"Oh shut up," The girl replied with a roll in her eyes.

Her mood changed from horny to bitchy. She didn't even bother to cover herself up in front of all these men staring at us.

"The hell? You, idiots, don't know who you're dealing with? I'm Ted—"

"Shut. The. f**k. Up." Her voice broke out from shrilly and smooth to demonic and...manly.

Was she a dude all the time?

Her eyes turned crimson like theirs and smoke began to come out from her nose.

"Just die now and suffer in hell like the rest of you..." she chuckled lowly, later revealing a baneful smile across her face.

My breathing hitched and I scrambled back and fell on the floor. She rose from the couch and sauntered to follow my retreating body.

Her breasts bounced on every step and blood slipped from her nose down to the middle of her chest.

"Sta—stay back! Stay back!" I yelled.

Her lips grew wide and sharp and jagged teeth flashed me a smile that punched fear into my chest and caused my balls to retract.

She bent down and gripped me tightly on the neck, cutting off air to my lungs. Her gunmetal eyes glared at me with utter contempt, like we've been enemies since the day we've been born.

"Sal, the knife," she ordered.

She stretched her hand backwards and one of the men in red gave her what she asked for.

My heart was about to give up at any moment and the more I struggled, the more I thought how futile it was to go against her.

She held the knife against my eye like a dart and dangerously aimed at my eyeball— tricking me many times to believe that she would finally stick it in.

Shit. s**t! f**k!

Where the hell are you Ian?

Regret took a chance to embrace me in my final moments and oddly, I suddenly felt like apologizing to Ian for always doing stupid and reckless things like these that made his job harder.

For once, I wished he was here. Maybe I wouldn't be in this s**t hole.

"Say hello to Lord Lucifer for me."

The lights of the room shut down and I could still hear myself letting out my strangled noise.

"Who turned off the light?!" I heard her yell.

"It's probably a power outage."

I opened my eyes and saw their crimson eyes glancing around in the darkness. Suddenly, the hand choking the life out of me dropped me carelessly and inhumane screams and growls caused me to curl and tremble amid the uncertainty.

What the hell was happening?

What the hell?

The stench of blood broke loose and my eyes were closed so tightly that they could rip open.

Once I heard the sound of a click, my scream erupted and my arms flailed once a hand dropped on my shoulder.

"Take my wallet, take the damn keys to my Jeep! Just don't kill me, man!"

"Ted," Ian's stern voice patted a blessing of relief to my mind.

For a millisecond.

The room was lit with Ian standing before the ocean of blood. "Let's go."

My eyes were wide as saucers and my hands stayed up frozen. The woman from before and the men who came were all lying headless with their heads rolled far from their recent attachment.

At this point, I couldn't contain the wreckage to my sanity anymore. I screamed at Ian's face and then coincidentally, as my head turned to the left, the head of the lady from before was staring at me with open eyes of terror and mouth opened in memory of an unreleased cry.

Yeah, I screamed at her as well.

What I didn't expect; was for her to scream back.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I felt myself fall on the cold ground. Ian's voice was the only thing I could sense before another familiar voice entered.

"Poor moron," Ian sighed.

"Did he die?" The company's secretary asked calmly.

"No, we should give him an increase," Ian suggested.

The secretary hummed. "And an early bonus," she approved.

My ears fell deaf as my consciousness chose to fade away.

How do you sign a resignation later?

Chapter 5

---AFTER MATH

Ian's POV

"Six people were found dead in a V.I.P room, in a club called Sinners. The victims were found violently and inhumanely decapitated. One of the victims was an unidentified female who did not seem to work in the club as verified by the owner. According to the police, the female did not have any clo-"

"Could you turn that off please?" I asked the bald driver of the cab.

Too much blood had been spilled last night. I knew that sooner or later they would come for Ted's life.

Our company was a threat to their organization. We produced the antidote to their virus. But witnessing how they bit on the bait, Ted's acting was genuinely believable.

I needed him to act as the CEO of the company while I did my devil stuff on the low. I didn't want to be in the limelight

The cab driver gave me a quick stare through the rearview mirror and a scowl was evident on his astringent face.

"Sure, whatever you say," he drawled and rolled down his window to spit whatever he snorted.

Most of these creatures were indeed unsanitary.

Instead of turning off the radio like what he was asked to, the cab driver lowered the volume.

His cab his rules it would seem.

My eyes followed the rain droplets as they ran down the blurry cold glass. Now it was all blurry not because of the moist caused by the freezing temperature; it was unclear because the cab driver was simply allergic to good hygiene and top-notch customer service.

Why was I even in this godforsaken predicament? Ah yes, Ted did not go to work today.

Judging from his last night encounter; he would quit his job and tell me to shove this contract right up to my arse, and moan like a twink p********e.

He had a colorful choice of words.

The screaming head of that succubus would have Ted question about the existence of the paranormal.

I should have been there for him once he awakened. But I was hoping that he would treat last night as a nightmare, or a dream of precaution from God, indirectly telling him to stop his promiscuous behavior.

That man's d**k was more active than the Mayor.

I gave props to Ted though. His acting skills were good. He was able to fool those demons to think he was the real CEO of the company.

Other than acting, the way he went crazy for a woman's meat curtains would make any carnivore go vegan.

I rested my head on a headrest and rubbed my fingers on my umbrella's handle. The rain outside was heavily beating the top of the car.

Hopefully, Ted would accept our generous offer and forget about resigning.

Hopefully.

After a few more splashes of tires in puddles, we arrived in front of Ted's condo.

The house was a bonus in the contract we gave him last year. His previous house was a rat's hole but even rats would want to migrate somewhere better.

I paid the driver, thanked him for the mediocre cab service, and left cooly, after being called a nasty cunt.

Opening my umbrella I walked towards his gate, my leather shoes erupting a splat every time it came in contact with the wet ground.

Green luscious bushes; that Ted didn't bother trimming because he wasn't an irresponsible man-child, that had a severe case of priapism, grew uncontrollably around his white fence.

This was the perfect neighbourhood for him. It was private, peaceful, and clean. I was hoping that he would adapt to the clean part, but it turned out that the neighborhood should adapt to him.

"It's Ian, open up," I uttered, placing my mouth close to the intercom next to his gate.

After what felt like years, the gate slid open, making a creaking noise.

He needed to grease his gate and not his hair.

I moved into the compound and heard the gate slid close. The house was exquisite. It had an L-shape structure and part of its walls were made of glass.