I hop onto the moving platform and weave between the horses until I’m standing in front of her.
“You’re beautiful when you’re pissed off,” I murmur when she looks up at me with those stunning brown eyes.
“I’m naked. And sticky,” she hisses.
I tilt my head and smirk, then adjust myself. Jules’s gaze shoots to my crotch, and her mouth falls open.
“I noticed, Little Sapphire,” I purr. “It makes me want to mount you like an animal.”
“You’re certifiable. And I’m done. Understand?” Suddenly, she sounds exhausted. “Just done.”
I crouch down and tilt her chin up with my free hand. “What do you mean, Jewel?”
“I mean, I’m done running from you.” Jules raises her hands in exasperation. “Just fucking kill me already, but stop toying with me. Please.”
“Hm,” I muse. Standing up, I transfer the cane to my other hand, then reach for hers. “Come here.”
“What?” she asks grouchily. Even her pissy nature makes my cock leak. Still, she places her hand into mine and allows me to lift her up to her feet.
“What if I keep you instead of killing you?” I ask, leaning down so she can’t hide her eyes from me.
It surprises me how right the thought feels. Keeping her.
“K—keep me? Like some prize from the shooting range?” Her voice grows in strength and volume as she speaks, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Not quite how I was going to phrase it, but… yes.” I pull her flush against me, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat. “You’d sleep in my bed, suck my cock for breakfast, help me run this carnival, come on every goddamn ride.”
She blinks at me. “That’s the most misogynistic thing I’ve ever heard.”
I wink at her. “Don’t pretend the thought isn’t making you wet, baby. I feel your cunt soaking my pants.”
Jules’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “And the murders? Would I be cleaning your garrote after your kills?” she asks sarcastically.
I laugh and nuzzle her neck. “No. You don’t have to be a part of that. Except this first time.”
“Excuse you?” she asks, her hands on my chest trying to push me back. “What are you saying?”
“Well, you’re not going to write an exposé on us if you’re exposing yourself, are you?”
“You’re…”
“A genius?” I suggest with a smirk.
“Out of your mind!” she screeches.
“Tomato, tomahto.”
Jules bares her teeth. “You really are insane if you think I’m going to join you on some revenge killing spree, then give you a massage after like a good barefoot wifey.”
I grab her ass and pull her pussy onto my thigh. Her mouth opens into a tempting littleo, her eyes briefly softening with arousal.
“Not only will you do everything I want, baby, but you’ll be begging me for it. Now…” I give her a Cheshire grin. “Climb onto this horse so I can fuck you on it.”
17
JULES
Iblink at the insane carnie staring down at me with a manic glint in his pale eyes. Did he really just say he’s going to keep me like some sex slave—of course after I help him kill a man, then tell me to get on a carousel horse so he can… fuck me on it?
