One Dirty Night

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?”

I shivered, doing my best to catch my breath. I locked onto the only part of that sentence that didn’t send me into a tailspin of erotic desperation. “Witch?”

He grinned. “It suits you.” Lowering his head, bringing our eyes more in line from his taller height, he whispered, “And it’s the truth. You have to be a witch. You intrigued me this afternoon, and now that you’re here, I find myself…enjoyably aroused.” Taking my hand, he tugged me forward. “Want to feel how aroused?” Looking around for any dog walkers or elderly couples out for a nighttime stroll, he oh so casually pressed my hand against the very hard, very big stick in his trousers.

I gasped and tried to pull away.

He bit his bottom lip, holding me against him for a moment before opening his fingers and letting me go. “You must be a witch to drag that sort of response out of me. This is my job. I meet gorgeous women all the time. I dally with all kinds of partners and like all kinds of kink, but you…you seem to have a talent at drawing out a side of me that I haven’t felt in a while.”

I tripped back a step, every part of me smouldering. “W-What side?”

Crowding me, he murmured, “The side that craves to protect you because you look all jittery and spooked, like a baby deer about to bolt. But there’s another part of me, the stronger, wolfish part that very much wants to chase after you and devour every single delicious, wet piece.”

I had a heart attack.

Right there.

I’m dead.

Steam feathered off my skin from the way he made my insides burn. “You’re…um, you’re very forward.”

“And you like it.” He fisted himself through his jeans. “That’s why you’re a witch. You give off these helpless vibes, these ‘Oh shit, I don’t know what I’m doing here because I’m far too much of a good girl for this filth’ vibes, all while the hidden parts of you are begging, fucking begging, to be thrown to the ground and fucked like the very dirty, very naughty girl you truly are.”