Maison De Fous (Cirque Du Désir, #2)

by Nova Kane

“You still taste like the most forbidden fruit—something I could savor endlessly, even if it means damnation. Every fucking drop of you is a delicious sin I’d gladly indulge in for eternity.”

“Christ abandoned you a long time ago. It’s me who’s making you feel so fucking good. Me and all of my sins.”

There’s no shame here at Cirque Du Desir. No fucking boundaries, just a mess of flesh, desperation and carnal need.

We created a world of pure depravity, and burnt to the ground in one impressive final act. It was everything we promised, and more. It was the most perfect fucking madhouse. Our Maison De Fous.