29. Gemini
29
GEMINI
T he circus is abuzz tonight. It pulses under my skin in turn. There’s a bouquet of lies floating in the air as I pass the crowded stands, the scent of it just as potent as the perfume of buttered popcorn tickling everyone’s nostrils.
There are countless reasons to lie. And the citizens of Pravitia will find any reason not to tell the truth, especially in an establishment like Animus, influenced by the god of trickery.
Lies taste even sweeter here.
It’s why crowds enliven me. They are always so full of snakes. Because morality is but an illusion. And nothing tickles me more than people lying, especially to themselves.
Speaking of liars …
“My beloved,” I announce as I stroll into Veil’s dressing room.
She jumps when she hears my voice, but resumes what she was doing with a short huff and roll of the eyes. She sits at her large vanity, the mirror lined with bright bulbs, as she finishes applying her lipstick. She’s braided her silky hair and twisted it into a tight bun, leaving her neck and shoulders uncovered.
Her gold leotard reflects the light of the chandelier above our heads. I had it installed just for her. It sparkles with countless hanging crystals, catching the light and twinkling across the walls. Nothing too extravagant for my little thieving doll.
My blood heats just at the sight of her sitting there, her attitude at my sudden appearance sparking the flame even hotter.
I have been beside myself since last night. Every depraved thing I have ever done in this life—or will do in the next—holds no candle to watching Veil finally crack and cave to her darkest desires.
And for that desire to be me?
Oh.
What a mouthwatering experience that was.
Her cunt was just as perfect as I’d fantasized.
The gods make no mistake; she was made for me.
Although …
Our connection might have been a wee bit more powerful than I’d expected. I might have miscalculated how affected I’d be to have her so carnally.
I might have even lost myself a little.
I eventually did find my way back. Just in time to delight at the idea of breeding her full of my heirs. Especially when I knew she was so emboldened by the belief that she was protected against it.
Against me .
When will she ever learn?
I squash a maniacal laugh at the thought and stroll up to her chair, standing behind her. “Are you not pleased to see me, love?” I say drolly as I slide my hands from her shoulders to her arms and then back up again.
Her expression shutters as our gaze meets in the mirror. She’s been closed off since last night. I’m sure a part of her regrets it, but the subtle flush of her cheeks tells me she’s fighting her attraction. I pay it no mind. As if anything will stop me now.
“I’m just nervous,” she mutters, breaking eye contact as she caps her tube of lipstick, carefully placing it next to her mascara.
Leaning down, I trail my open lips up the curve of her shoulder, and she cranes her neck as if wanting to grant me more space. Her lust is unmistakable. I smile against her skin before pressing a tender kiss on her racing pulse.
“Your act will be the talk of the town, beloved. No need to fret,” I whisper into her ear before swiveling her chair around so she can face me.
Her eyes are wide and innocent as she peers up at me from her seat. I lean down to kiss her, but she turns her head, her chin to her shoulder.
The flare of impatience in my chest is violent.
I let out a tsk. “Are we still playing this game, pet?” I ask harshly.
Her eyes burn with ravishing defiance, and I feel it all the way down to my cock.
“I just applied a fresh coat of lipstick,” she says with a bite.
My eyes narrow, and I realize then that this little rabbit might enjoy games more than she’s letting on. “You think I would care about wearing your lipstick on my lips?” I drawl. “I’m sure that shade of red would suit me perfectly.”
She chews on her inner cheek, as if trying to conceal a smile, and looks away when she answers me, “You know that’s not what I meant, Gem.”
The small show of familiarity with the shortening of my name on her red lips has the low embers of my arousal transforming into engulfing flames.
“Fine then,” I bark.
My next few movements are brusque and guided by blind desire. Falling to my knees in front of her, I grab her thighs and tug her forward so that her ass drags closer to the edge of the chair. I throw her leg over my shoulder and shove her leotard to the side with my other hand.
“What are you do?—”
My tongue flattens over her cunt, and I lick up to her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I savor her breathy moan as her hand falls onto the back of my head, and she immediately begins to squirm wantonly under my touch.
Still, she tries pushing back with her words while the grip of her fingers through my hair tightens. “Did you think after last night, you’d be allowed to do anything you please with me?” Her words are waspish, but my cock hardens nonetheless.
I don’t even bother looking up; her glistening cunt ensnares me the more I taste it. “Cease your pointless babbling,” I spit between two sloppy licks of her slit. “You’re boring me.”
I successfully shut her up when I thrust two fingers inside her drenched channel, and I feel Veil’s body seize under my touch.
“ Oh my gods …” she says mindlessly as I begin to fuck her with all the impatience and irritation I have boiling inside of me.
The only thing that will satiate me now is having her come all over my face.
The feel of her swollen clit on my tongue has me acting like a rabid dog. Taking my free hand, I spread her open just to have my fill, and like a long-lost lover, I stare at her pink cunt, shining so beautifully with her arousal and my spit. The sight does nothing to tame my need for her.
My mouth finds her clit once more, tonguing it and devouring it while I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her soaking hole. It doesn’t take much longer for her to strangle my fingers with her orgasm and drench my face while she comes.
It’s positively the most delectable meal I’ve ever had the pleasure to consume. And I already hunger for my next serving. As long as I’m alive and breathing, my plate will always be full of Veil Vulturine.
Shortly after, I leave Veil to compose herself and make my way back to the grand stage, where she will be performing. Flopping into my seat in the front row, I turn to Constantine and flash her a sated smile.
After a month, her leg is still in a cast, but she’s traded her wheelchair for bedazzled pink crutches. She tilts her head to the side, her ponytails swaying with the movement, as she narrows her eyes at me, then bursts out into giggles. Fishing through her purse, she pulls out a pink handkerchief.
“For your face,” she deadpans.
I snicker and yank it out of her hand.
“And what if I left it there on purpose?” I say with a laugh as I wipe all evidence of Veil off my chin.
“I know you did, silly boy.” She flashes me an exaggerated pout. “But if you’re not willing to share ,” she says with emphasis, crossing her arms, “then I don’t want to see it.”
“Still peeved about your cast?” I ask with a dry chuckle, knowing she has been bored out of her mind since her injury.
“I feel fine ,” she laments. “You’d think I was gravely injured by the way Sasha mother-hens me.”
She rolls her eyes, and I laugh even harder.
“Tinny, love, you had a beam fall on you.”
“That was weeks ago,” she answers petulantly.
My attention shifts to the dimming lights, and my heart makes an unexpected leap when I know Veil will soon be onstage.
I lean over to Constantine and whisper conspiratorially, “Ready to meet our newest servant?”
Constantine’s eyes widen, and her pink-painted lips pop open as she regards me with the same shock Belladonna did two weeks ago. But I don’t give her the chance to speak, shooting her a wink as I lift a demure finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet.
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of a secret freshly revealed.