Chapter 16 Elias
ELIAS
“What are you doing, El?” Silas asks me as soon as I step out of the Haunted House. I don’t break my stride, heading in the direction of my trailer. I need to wash my dick so I can fuck Jules’s sweet pussy again.
I roll my eyes at myself—guess I’m not planning on killing her anymore, or I wouldn’t be worrying about giving a dead girl a UTI.
Si is still following me like a guard dog on a mission. “Talk to me, man. She’s got you twisted.”
Sighing, I admit the truth. “She’s different.”
Silas throws his hands up. “She’s a reporter. She’d tell the world we’re evil murderers if she could.”
“She didn’t know the circumstances,” I protest. “I can get her on our side.”
My brother clicks his tongue. “For how long? She’s riding your dick happily enough right now, but the shine’s gonna wear off real fast, and she’ll want to go back to her day job.”
“Not if she falls for me,” I mutter obstinately. She really does have me twisted.
Silas snorts. “Fall for you? You keep threatening to garrote her.”
My lips tug up into a smirk. “It makes her wet.”
“Yeah, we’ve all seen that,” Si mumbles, sounding a little sulky. “So that’s it? You’re keeping her?”
“He’s keeping the little reporter?” Jonah asks, peeling out of the shadows with stealth that shouldn’t be surprising anymore, but somehow still is.
“Let me guess,” Silas sighs. “You don’t want her hurt either.”
“It’s not that I don’t want her hurt,” I cut in, setting the record straight. “I find pain with the pleasure quite invigorating. I just don’t want to… end her. She’s so vibrant.”
“Like a little macaw,” Rowe chuckles from where he’s leaning against my trailer. Marek is sitting at the little table I have set out in front, consulting his cards.
“What do those say?” I ask, nodding my chin at the tarot.
“Same thing they’ve said before,” Marek replies cryptically.
“Great. Awesome. Now I know everything,” I mutter.
Marek tilts his head. “You already knew what you wanted.”
I pull open the trailer door and pause. “I’m gonna go wash my dick, unless someone wants to give me their opinions on how to do that too?”
“Hilarious,” Silas grumbles as Rowe cackles.
I close the door behind me and lean against it. A moment of silence, of peace. But it gives me time to wonder if I’m doing the right thing here. Should I just be safe and kill her, eliminate the threat of exposure?
Snorting, I push away and head to my little bathroom. What am I even thinking—I can’t stop thinking about her. I have a feeling that if she dies, she’ll leave behind a hole no amount of random pussy will fill.
Done in the bathroom, I run a hand through my hair and straighten my mask. I’m itching to get back to the chase. As I move through my living space, a glint of red catches my attention—my ruby-tipped cane. I pick it up and test its weight, eyeing the tapered bottom. I have an idea.
My cock tingles with renewed interest. I’m fucking insatiable when it comes to my Little Sapphire. I’ve unloaded in or on her several times already tonight, but I still want more.
“Where are you running off to?” Cole asks when I stride past my brothers. His phone is in his hands, and he doesn’t even bother looking up from the screen. “She’s at the carousel!” he yells after me when I don’t reply.
Wonderful. The carousel is perfect for what I have in mind.
I eye the Big Top as I walk past it. Soon, Jules and I will put on a show there, I know it. My naughty girl is intrigued by the thought of an audience, and as far as I’m concerned, with her, they can look, but they can never touch.
My strides eat the ground between my trailer and the carousel, eager to be reunited with the maddening woman occupying my thoughts. I hear the music before I see the glow of lights—an unmistakable sound. When I round the corner, I watch the horses gallop in an endless circuit.
“Oh, Jules,” I call out, twirling my cane. “Where are you hiding?”
Her reply barely carries over the ride’s tunes, somehow both defiant and defeated. The combination makes me rock hard, and I widen my stance to accommodate my growing cock.
“You said you’d let me go!”
“Did I?” I muse. I tap my finger against my chin. “Or did I just ask if you’d do anything for your freedom?”
“You… You bastard!” she fumes.
I take two more steps forward and find her at the center of the carousel, sitting cross-legged on the platform. Her hands are clenched into fists by her side, the rise and fall of her shoulders mirroring the horses. And she’s gloriously naked.
I hop onto the moving platform and weave between the horses until I’m standing in front of her.
“You’re beautiful when you’re pissed off,” I murmur when she looks up at me with those stunning brown eyes.
“I’m naked. And sticky,” she hisses.
I tilt my head and smirk, then adjust myself. Jules’s gaze shoots to my crotch, and her mouth falls open.
“I noticed, Little Sapphire,” I purr. “It makes me want to mount you like an animal.”
“You’re certifiable. And I’m done. Understand?” Suddenly, she sounds exhausted. “Just done.”
I crouch down and tilt her chin up with my free hand. “What do you mean, Jewel?”
“I mean, I’m done running from you.” Jules raises her hands in exasperation. “Just fucking kill me already, but stop toying with me. Please.”
“Hm,” I muse. Standing up, I transfer the cane to my other hand, then reach for hers. “Come here.”
“What?” she asks grouchily. Even her pissy nature makes my cock leak. Still, she places her hand into mine and allows me to lift her up to her feet.
“What if I keep you instead of killing you?” I ask, leaning down so she can’t hide her eyes from me.
It surprises me how right the thought feels. Keeping her.
“K—keep me? Like some prize from the shooting range?” Her voice grows in strength and volume as she speaks, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Not quite how I was going to phrase it, but… yes.” I pull her flush against me, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat. “You’d sleep in my bed, suck my cock for breakfast, help me run this carnival, come on every goddamn ride.”
She blinks at me. “That’s the most misogynistic thing I’ve ever heard.”
I wink at her. “Don’t pretend the thought isn’t making you wet, baby. I feel your cunt soaking my pants.”
Jules’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “And the murders? Would I be cleaning your garrote after your kills?” she asks sarcastically.
I laugh and nuzzle her neck. “No. You don’t have to be a part of that. Except this first time.”
“Excuse you?” she asks, her hands on my chest trying to push me back. “What are you saying?”
“Well, you’re not going to write an exposé on us if you’re exposing yourself, are you?”
“You’re…”
“A genius?” I suggest with a smirk.
“Out of your mind!” she screeches.
“Tomato, tomahto.”
Jules bares her teeth. “You really are insane if you think I’m going to join you on some revenge killing spree, then give you a massage after like a good barefoot wifey.”
I grab her ass and pull her pussy onto my thigh. Her mouth opens into a tempting little o, her eyes briefly softening with arousal.
“Not only will you do everything I want, baby, but you’ll be begging me for it. Now…” I give her a Cheshire grin. “Climb onto this horse so I can fuck you on it.”