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“You know I only like you telling me what to do when you’re eight inches deep in me, pet.”
I wouldn’t call what I had for him love. At least it wasn’t anything like those stupid human movies made it out to be. Whatever we had, it was warped and wicked. And it was all ours.
They could joke around all they wanted, but under their laughter and their painted faces was something good. Something I wanted to hold and have and make mine.
Growing up in the circus, I’d been around clowns my entire life. They’d never really “done” it for me. Demonic sex clowns, on the other hand, were more my speed.
Shame is a useless human emotion and has no place at Sinner’s Sideshow, babe. Like what you want to like. Fuck what you want to fuck. Be messy. Be obscene. Be yourself. No apologies. No fucks given. That’s how we do it here.”
“Feel that, Riff?” Raff asked his twin. “She’s so scared. And oh so turned on.” “Our little harbinger gets off on terror,” Riff rumbled in his hellish cadence. “What luck. So do we.”
I wasn’t sure what was harder to believe, that Alistair was Discord himself or that I’d had the devil between my legs…and I liked it.
“Darling, I more than care for you. You were the only flame in the darkest depths of Hell. My light in the dark. But I can’t let her go. She’s mine now. She’s ours.”
“You’ve been through a lot in your life. Lots of loss. If I was going to scare you, I wanted to show you your future here if you stayed. What’s more terrifying than the devil himself falling in love with you?”
“I’m the devil, little one. I’ll admit, I want you. But it will be some time before I allow myself to touch you. You’re too young. Too innocent still.”
"So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to unlock this belt. Then you’re going to run, and I’m going to hunt you. If I catch you, I’m going to be the reason why you’re gonna have to change your stage name.”
His lips spread into a smile of his own. “You’re playing with fire. But you seem to fair well against my flames, don’t you? Too bad I’d split you open if I shifted into my true form. Otherwise, I’d take you right here and now. That way, when you fuck Alistair or those maniacal little imps, they’ll see my mark and know that you also belong to me.”
“Look at that. All I have to do is slap my collar on you and call you a good girl, and you’re all smiles, sugar and dripping pussy.”
“You really are perfectly twisted, you know that?” he asked me in a whisper. “We’re never going to let you go now that you’re ours, Meg. We’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
“Do you care about me?” I already knew the answer to the question. I needed to hear it from him anyway. “I more than care about you. I’d commit murder for you.” Coming from Daemon, that was probably about as close to I love you as I would get.
