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Every monster within a fifty-foot radius either wanted to eat me or fuck me.
“The killer clown is giving me a safe word? That’s so cute.”
“My brother polished your sword for you,” the scary clown behind me rumbled, a smile in his voice. “The least you can do is polish his in return.”
Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
Wow. That would make for one hell of a dating profile. And to think the last guy I’d swiped right on had been holding a fish.
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.”
“It’s like a Spirit Halloween store had a baby with a gay porn studio’s costuming department.”
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.
And did I really want to lose my virginity to the devil? No. Yes. Maybe.
“What should I call you? Discord? Sir? Ringmaster? My lord?” She wrinkled her nose at the last one, then her mouth kicked up. “Daddy?”
“A church of Satan. As in Discord. As in you?” “Well, it’s certainly not a church of Latter-day Saints, my dear. Of course, it’s a church of Discord. Who else?”
“I’m hungry.” Raff’s brows shot up. “For food? Or for us?” “Both. Just put something in my mouth.”
“Also? Wow. So I guess the big bad hellhound knows how to share, after all. Somebody’s been watching their Sesame Street.”
