Yeah, he knows how to devastate me without his dick, that pierced tongue is sensational, but fuck, I need to feel that big spikey cock inside me.
Suddenly, I slam into someone, both of us gasping in surprise and when I look forward, it’s Blush.
“Hey, dirty girl,” she chirps, her pink eyes flicking toward Wrath with a sly smile playing on her lips.
As I keep walking, she falls into step beside me.
“I guess you had breakfast…” she teases, a soft chuckle following her words.
I smirk, glancing over my shoulder just in time to see Wrath push himself off the doorframe and disappear inside, closing the door behind him.
“No,hehad his,” I reply, amusement glittering in my eyes as I meet hers.
Blush bumps her shoulder against mine with a grin. “So, you and Wrath? You’re finally a thing now?”
I shrug, eyes shifting forward. “It seems so.”
“What’s this?” she asks, lifting her hand to my bag.
I glance back to see a few strands of red wig half-hanging out of the zipper.
Shit.
My eyes widen as panic kicks in, thinking I’ve now be caught stealing from the Cirque.
“This is from the dressing room, isn’t it?” she asks calmly, her eyes scanning mine.
“Oh, please don’t tell Madame, Blush. I just needed some stuff, and I was going to return it tomorrow,” I blurt, my words tumbling out in a rush.
Her hand settles on my shoulder, stopping me and I turn to face her.
“For what?”
I swallow hard and look away. “I can’t say.”
She tilts her head. “Then I’ll tell Madame.”
My eyes flash to hers in an instant, narrowing and she smirks, dimples cutting deep, and I can’t tell if she’s just messing with me or if she’ll actually tell Madame.
“You wouldn’t…”
“Wouldn’t I?” she presses, brow arched in challenge.
I frown, turning away and continue forward.
“I’m going out tonight,” I admit through gritted teeth.
“Oh? Where? Can I come?”
I shake my head once, eyes locked on my trailer in the distance.
“No. I need to do this alone.”
“Is it dangerous?”
I shrug. “Depends on who it’s dangerous for—me or them.”
“So, you could get hurt?”