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)
It couldn’t exist, could it?
Wouldn’t something like that be banned by all the uptight neighbours ringing the huge park where the circus had set up?
Maybe that’s why it’s a circus?
So it could seduce the residents for one night, corrupt souls, wring out pleasure from those lacking such joy, and then pack up and leave...never to be seen again.
Why did they want my medical report?
I flinched as images unfurled once again in my overactive imagination.
Unprotected sex, that’s why.
If I did this, I’d be agreeing to have unprotected sex with strangers.
I ought to be repulsed.
I ought to march back home and bury myself under a blanket.
So why, oh why, did a trickle of moisture soak into my underwear and the click of my heels echo condemningly as I stepped off the curb?
My throat squeezed as a tall woman clad in a red sparkly leotard waved at me. I stepped into the road as she blew me a kiss, cocking her hip suggestively. “That’s it. Don’t be shy, gorgeous.”
My cheeks threatened to spontaneously combust.
I stepped dazedly toward her and into oncoming traffic.
An angry horn had me prancing back to the safety of the footpath.
Jesus, Ella.
You’re here to live, not die an untimely death.
The woman giggled as the hatchback tore past me, whipping my little black dress around my knees. I winced in her direction, shyness cloaking me, but then full embarrassment settled as the richest, deepest, most annoying masculine laughter rippled through the dark.
I froze.
Him.
The man who’d started my insane obsession with this place.
He morphed from the shadows with a lazy stroll, his teeth white, eyes dark, his hand possessive as he placed it on the woman’s bare shoulder and whispered something to her.
His lips might speak to her, but his eyes never left mine.
Burning, ensnaring, eating me alive.
I gulped as she laughed.
With a chuckle, he checked for traffic (unlike me), and jogged across the road, coming to a stop within touching distance. His gaze looked me up and down, drinking me in as if he’d ordered me from some catalogue and come to claim what was his.
While he inspected me, I examined him, drinking in his open-necked black shirt and low-slung slacks with dusty boots. No circus attire, except for the small slash of black glitter in the shape of a lightning bolt on his cheek.
Oh my God, he matches my underwear.
“You. I remember you from the almost-accident a few hours ago.” His voice resonated deep in my stomach, rich and seducing as velvet. I struggled to stay teetering on my crazy high heels. They pinched my toes, helping ground me in reality and not float away in a fog of lust.
I tried to speak—to sound sexy and confident—but it came out like a squeak. “Hi.”
He chuckled and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Are you here for sex or to be entertained?”
My core clenched at the way he rolled ‘sex’ in his mouth. “You mean there are two options?”
Maybe I wouldn’t have to go through with this? Severe disappointment crashed over me. Here I was hoping I might kiss this man—a complete stranger—because I’d be forced to by circumstance.
I’d come here on my own volition, but I still needed to be pushed.
And if there wasn’t anyone to push me...
I sighed heavily, embarrassment settling once again.
He smiled, shaking his head. Shaggy black hair danced over his forehead, seeming at odds with his stern nose, jaw, and brows. His face was as chiselled as his stomach with no room for softness or any illusion that he didn’t live his life by strict expectations and most likely got everything he set his mind to.
“Yes and no.” He smirked, his eyes lingering on my lips. “There’s sex...plenty and plenty of sex. Wholesome sex, naughty sex, completely wicked and shameless sex...” He stepped closer, bringing the heat of hell with him. “But...if you’re not quite ready for that and are more of a spectator than a participant, well, you can watch.”
“Watch?” I breathed.
He stepped into me again, crushing me against the pavement, trapping me with his violently purple eyes. “You can watch any of the couples currently enjoying themselves. Everyone who enters these grounds gives permission for their fantasies to be shared...with others who want to play or those who just want to watch and live vicariously through them.” His hand came up; his fingers dusted over my cheekbone. “The choice is yours. Watch or be part of the entertainment. Whatever you want. However you want it. With whoever strikes your fancy.” His eyes glittered with sordid amethysts.
Contacts.
He had to be wearing contacts to match the big top colours. No way did anyone have eyes so naturally unnatural.
His voice lowered to the lewdest whisper. “I saw you watching me earlier today. I felt your eyes on me as I worked.” Closing the final step between us, he brushed his mouth against my ear. “Did you like what you saw? Did you imagine me naked? Did you think about my cock, little witch, while you almost drove off the road?” His teeth latched onto my ear, making every cell, every breath freeze. “Did you go home and pleasure yourself, thinking about what I would do to you? Or did you save yourself for me?”