She nods, glancing at me again before returning her focus to him.
“Aurelia.”
Aurelia?No. She should have been calledAllure—because that’s exactly what she is.
A walking temptation, a fucking spell I can’t shake. She’s got me locked in some kind of trance, and I don’t know whether I want to fall to my knees and worship her or kill her because of it.
“Well, Aurelia,” Soul grins, tilting his head toward the Globe of Death as it’s wheeled inside. “I see they’re teaching you tricks, but how about I show you a trick of my own?”
“A trick?” she asks, head tilting slightly, curiosity sparking behind her golden gaze.
“Yeah,” Soul hums, his grin widening. “Here at Oddity, I’m the king of tricks. But out there, I’ve got even more. Tricks you wouldn’t believe. Tricks that would make your fucking thighs sha…”
I know exactly where this is fucking going.
The growl rips from my chest before I even think, my hand shooting out to her wrist. I yank her into me, her small frame slamming against my hard body and a soft gasp leaves her lips. My fingers dig into her waist, and without hesitation, I lift her, her weight damn near nothing in my hands.
I dump her ass onto my seat, facing me, exactly where she belongs. Her thighs drape over mine with her warm pussy pressed against my cock and her breath hitches, her eyes wide—startled by my sudden rage.
I glance at Soul as he rolls away with a light chuckle.
“Fucking knew it!”
I track his every move with narrowed eyes, muscles coiled tight, waiting for the next reason to rip his throat out. But then she shifts, trying to get off the bike, and my attention snaps back to her.
Before she can slip away, my hands clamp down on her ass, fingers digging in as I drag her further into me. The swift motion forces her closer, so close that her rapid, shaky breaths fan against my lips.
Her palms press against my chest, trembling, pushing—wanting to escape me.
But she can’t because my stare locks her in place, dark, daring and hypnotizing. The tent falls completely silent around us, the kind that tightens throats and steals air, and I can feel it—the shock inside every motherfucker watching.
No one… no one has seen me with a girl like this.Ever.
Not with my body caging hers like I own it and have every fucking right to it. Yeah, they’ve undoubtedly heard the horror stories about me. I see it in the way the girls flinch when I get too close.
But Aurelia, she’s different. There’s something about her, something that’s got my balls in a fucking vice, twisting, tightening.
And I despise it. But not enough to stop.
So I ignore the stares, let the whispers buzz in the background like flies circling fresh rot because my focus is on her and the way she looks so alive in my hands when I touch her against her will.
I watch her throat bob before her chin lifts, her gaze flicking between my lips and eyes.
“Take your fucking hands off me and let me go,” she bites out, teeth gritted, but quiet enough for only us to hear.
I don’t respond, of course. Instead, I act. My hands move over the curves of her ass, fingertips dragging harshly over her fishnets, tugging at the gaps as I trail down the backs of her thighs. I grip tight behind her knees, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.
She’s about to fight me again, until something catches her eye to the right, and we both turn our heads. Madame stands at the entrance, smoking, watching us with a gaze that peels back layers.
With Aurelia’s hands now gripping my shoulders, she breathes heavily in my ear before glancing down at the tiny space between us, shifting cautiously like she’s trying to get comfortable, but all she does is make it worse for herself.
My cock is already rock solid in my sweats, standing to attention from the fucking closeness and heat. When it twitches against the curve of her pussy like it has a mind of its own, she jerks at the contact and lifts herself quickly, but I clamp a hand on her hip, pinning her down, forcing her to feel my pulsing need.
I reach for the handle of my bike with the other and rev the engine, the growl of it vibrating between us. Aurelia lifts her head, lips dangerously close to mine, her eyes sweeping over my face.
“Careful poking me with that thing, circus boy. Would be a mighty shame if you lost it, wouldn’t it?” she murmurs, voice dripping with something that makes my blood scorch.
Naive. Little. Fucking. Corpse.