Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“But—”
He sighed as he yanked me across the street. “But what? Any reservations or second-guessing is done. I told you what would happen if I got you inside that big top—”
“I’m not inside yet.”
“No, you’re not.” He pulled me to a stop in the middle of the lanes. “But my fingers were almost inside you. You opened your legs for me. I still have your arousal coating me. You weren’t just wet, you were fucking drenched, so if you try to lie to me and say you weren’t into me, we’re gonna have a problem. You can’t pretend that this...whatever this is between us...doesn’t drive you as insane as it drives me. You do, and I’ll just have to spank you until you confess.”
I sucked in a breath.
My ass stung just imagining his palm creating heat and punishment.
His gleaming lilac eyes met mine, and with a guttural groan, he let me go. Holding up his hands, he muttered, “Fine. Last chance. You want to run? Run.” He pointed up the street. “Go home. Go back to your over-used vibrator. Back to fantasies that can never fulfil you.”
I looked to where he pointed.
I swayed in that direction.
An image of Nick popped into my head.
Surly, haughty, disdainful Nick.
Eight months he’d made me choke on my sexuality. Made me ashamed of my needs. If I went home, I’d only have to hide again.
I don’t want to hide anymore.
Then be brave...
My shoulders swept back as I slowly met those unnaturally purple eyes. Holding out my hand, I whispered, “My name is Ella Fitzgerald.” I smiled shyly. “And you’re...you’re Hunter?”
“Hunter Dixon.” He flashed me a sinful smile before wrapping his fingers around mine. “At your service.” Pressing a kiss to my knuckles, he breathed, “Now, tell me I have your permission to take you into my big top and fuck you as hard as possible.”
My brain went quiet.
My heart went loud.
And a smile I’d never felt before stretched my not-so-innocent lips.
Sultry.
Seductive.
Wicked.
“You have my permission, Hunter Dixon. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
“Oh, I shall, little witch. I most certainly shall.”
Chapter Four
“DO YOU HAVE YOUR RECENT MEDICAL CERTIFICATE?” Giselle asked politely as she went into the booth at the entrance of the circus. A place for ticket sales and welcomes instead of inquiries into your sexual health.
“Ah, yes. Here.” Fumbling in my little beaded bag, I unfolded my work document and passed it to her.
Hunter didn’t say a word beside me, his eyes sharp and full of authority. He looked over my head, watching the other people within the confines of his circus. Other deviants who’d already passed this test and were free to mingle, proposition, and enjoy.
How many people were here tonight?
Unlike a noisy, crowded circus, this was understated and full of whispers. The occasional laugh drifted through the night, but overall the only sounds came from the prettily painted carousel and its prancing, spinning ponies.
“Do people actually ride the carousel?” I asked Hunter as Giselle turned to scan my document into whatever system they had to keep track of sexually starving people like me.
God, what if they sell that information?
What if it got leaked, and others found out that I—
I gritted my teeth and balled my hands.
Who cares?
If others were too afraid to live how they wanted to live, then that was their problem, not mine. I was an adult. Practically middle-aged at this point and I wanted to experiment.
Hunter stopped glaring at the other guests, pinning me in place with his strange purple eyes.
I could safely say I’d never look at lavender the same way again.
“Why would they ride a make-believe horse when they can ride each other?” He chuckled under his breath. “I figured I better have at least one carny attraction to fulfil the terms and conditions of a circus.”
“Terms and conditions?”
He shrugged. “We might cater to a very different market than most, but we still have the games you can play, the shows you can watch, the food you can eat, and the talent that performs.”
“You do?”
He snickered. “Of course. Doesn’t matter that the games are all lewd and suggestive, the shows are mostly live porn, the food is smearable and lickable, and the talent...that includes me by the way...perform in ways definitely not suitable for innocent eyes.”
“I’m innocent,” I whispered.
“Little witch, you are anything but innocent.” He twirled his finger through my hair. “You gave me your greatest vulnerability. You told me your ultimate wish. And I’m going to fulfil that wish.” He ran his nose down my throat. “I’m going to take you, strip you, lick you, finger you, bind you, whip you, and then fuck you. Over and over again. By the time dawn breaks, you’ll be so corrupted, you’ll have to live the rest of your life with the very real knowledge that you need a special kind of man to scratch that certain kind of itch.”