“She didn’t know the circumstances,” I protest. “I can get her on our side.”
My brother clicks his tongue. “For how long? She’s riding your dick happily enough right now, but the shine’s gonna wear off real fast, and she’ll want to go back to her day job.”
“Not if she falls for me,” I mutter obstinately. She really does have me twisted.
Silas snorts. “Fall for you? You keep threatening to garrote her.”
My lips tug up into a smirk. “It makes her wet.”
“Yeah, we’ve all seen that,” Si mumbles, sounding a little sulky. “So that’s it? You’re keeping her?”
“He’s keeping the little reporter?” Jonah asks, peeling out of the shadows with stealth that shouldn’t be surprising anymore, but somehow still is.
“Let me guess,” Silas sighs. “You don’t want her hurt either.”
“It’s not that I don’t want her hurt,” I cut in, setting the record straight. “I find pain with the pleasure quite invigorating. I just don’t want to… end her. She’s so vibrant.”
“Like a little macaw,” Rowe chuckles from where he’s leaning against my trailer. Marek is sitting at the little table I have set out in front, consulting his cards.
“What do those say?” I ask, nodding my chin at the tarot.
“Same thing they’ve said before,” Marek replies cryptically.
“Great. Awesome. Now I know everything,” I mutter.
Marek tilts his head. “You already knew what you wanted.”
I pull open the trailer door and pause. “I’m gonna go wash my dick, unless someone wants to give me their opinions on how to do that too?”
“Hilarious,” Silas grumbles as Rowe cackles.
I close the door behind me and lean against it. A moment of silence, of peace. But it gives me time to wonder if I’m doing the right thing here. Should I just be safe and kill her, eliminate the threat of exposure?
Snorting, I push away and head to my little bathroom. What am I even thinking—I can’t stop thinking about her. I have a feeling that if she dies, she’ll leave behind a hole no amount of random pussy will fill.
Done in the bathroom, I run a hand through my hair and straighten my mask. I’m itching to get back to the chase. As I move through my living space, a glint of red catches my attention—my ruby-tipped cane. I pick it up and test its weight, eyeing the tapered bottom. I have an idea.
My cock tingles with renewed interest. I’m fucking insatiable when it comes to my Little Sapphire. I’ve unloaded in or on her several times already tonight, but I still want more.
“Where are you running off to?” Cole asks when I stride past my brothers. His phone is in his hands, and he doesn’t even bother looking up from the screen. “She’s at the carousel!” he yells after me when I don’t reply.
Wonderful. The carousel is perfect for what I have in mind.
I eye the Big Top as I walk past it. Soon, Jules and I will put on a show there, I know it. My naughty girl is intrigued by the thought of an audience, and as far as I’m concerned, with her, they can look, but they can never touch.
My strides eat the ground between my trailer and the carousel, eager to be reunited with the maddening woman occupying my thoughts. I hear the music before I see the glow of lights—an unmistakable sound. When I round the corner, I watch the horses gallop in an endless circuit.
“Oh, Jules,” I call out, twirling my cane. “Where are you hiding?”
Her reply barely carries over the ride’s tunes, somehow both defiant and defeated. The combination makes me rock hard, and I widen my stance to accommodate my growing cock.
“You said you’d let me go!”
“Did I?” I muse. I tap my finger against my chin. “Or did I just ask if you’d do anything for your freedom?”
“You… You bastard!” she fumes.
I take two more steps forward and find her at the centerof the carousel, sitting cross-legged on the platform. Her hands are clenched into fists by her side, the rise and fall of her shoulders mirroring the horses. And she’s gloriously naked.
