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“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.”
I’d come to Sinner’s Sideshow for a new beginning. A new me. And this new me was filthy as fuck.
“They’re total players. Sexy as fuck, sure. But they’re supposed to be a nightmare in the sack.” “A nightmare? Like in a good or bad way?” Lollie’s look was so incredulous even her snakes seemed taken aback. “Is there a good kind of nightmare?”
Didn’t everyone have nightmares that sat on the cusp of their darkest fantasies?
“That’s not a ‘bad boy,’ Meg. That’s an ancient, unholy manifestation of darkness itself that has clawed its way out of the deepest bowels of the Downside and taken on the vague form of a man for the sole purpose of harvesting fear from the monsters of the Upside as an offering to his patron…” Her voice dropped to the lowest of whispers, forcing me to lean in to hear until our foreheads nearly touched. “Discord himself.” 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.
“Sometimes.” Lollie shrugged. “But hey. Getting torn apart by Hellhounds while tripping on LSD is a more interesting way to go than sticking a shotgun in your mouth.”
The shit I’d do for the privilege of licking him clean.
The fact that he had a bullwhip clutched in his hand should have put me off. Instead, the sight of it had my succubus lust in a frenzy again. I was learning some new things about myself tonight.
Christ. This was the shit I had to be into? Clowns and demons and shadow monsters, and now leather whips and blood, too, because why fucking not?
He wore blood and leather like the devil intended.
Daemon lifted his cap from his head and, with his bloody hand, slicked back his shoulder-length, obsidian-hued hair. That had me so fucking wet.
A little flicker of fear licked at my belly, coiled tightly with pleasure. My vagina and what little remained of my self-preservation were at odds.
“Aren’t you gonna ask me about the cum stains, Daddy Daemon?” I snickered. “Mister Twenty Questions.”
“You know I only like you telling me what to do when you’re eight inches deep in me, pet.”
“Your clothes or your skin?” “Very cute, hound. You know how long it took us to find a human hide with a complexion suiting my eyes. Tear it, and I just might wear yours next.” Tossing my whip to the floor, I crawled onto the bed. “I fucking love your dirty talk.”
“Probably balls deep in the boss’ cosmic asshole.”
I didn’t think it was possible to be more unsettled by my attraction to a monster. Then Alistair entered the tent.
“Doesn’t matter. Unless it can turn into a twenty-five-inch flesh sword, it’s not going to impress the boss by simply stuffing it down your throat.” She smiled sweetly. “Maybe there’s a hole of yours I can stuff it inside. Your ass, maybe?” She batted her eyelashes. “Or I can make a new one.” “We don’t have time for foreplay, baby.”
“It’s like a Spirit Halloween store had a baby with a gay porn studio’s costuming department.”
“I don’t know, bro. He’s kind of hot. He’s got this Willy Wonka meets Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre sort of thing going on. I can get into it.”
“You like having my brother’s tongue on you while he fucks you with my favorite knife?”
Not to be dramatic, but a girl could literally die trying to fit a monster tongue like that. But fuck—what a way to go.
“You keep asking for my permission. What is this?” “Because consent is sexy, brat.”
“Our little harbinger gets off on terror,” Riff rumbled in his hellish cadence. “What luck. So do we.”
I felt like a dark queen sitting on her throne made of fire and flesh and bone. I came
“Hey. Don’t be nervous. You are our harbinger.” “Of what?” The twins looked at one another, then back to me with ear-to-ear grins. “Of whatever the fuck you want.
“Take your hands off me now, otherwise you'll be jerking off with bloody stumps from here on out." Raff bared his teeth. Riff laughed, his eyes cold as he looked me up and down. “She means it, too. And fair warning, I will jerk it while she does it. Hope you don’t mind.”
“It’s a church of Satan. You’ll find you’re dressed appropriately.” “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 wasn’t sure what was crazier, that the devil wanted my virginity or that I was without a doubt going to give it to him.
I was probably the most demanding virgin who’d ever laid here.
“Aw, but you didn’t lock the bathroom window. You really gotta start locking that shit, babe. Wouldn’t want the local riff-raff breaking in, watching you sleep.”
Ugh. If I was going to do this, I really needed to ignore the fact that I was about to booty call Satan.
“I don’t hate you, little pup. You annoy me because you’re a total brat. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t bring you the heads of your enemies should you provide me a list of your greatest foes. Doesn’t mean I won’t protect you with my life.”
“I would love it if everyone stopped being so obsessed with my vagina’s theoretic fragileness. It’s really starting to get annoying. Let’s make a game plan to be more gentle with Meg only when someone snaps her spine in two while giving her dick, ‘kay? Until then, everyone needs to shut the fuck up.”
“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.”
