One Dirty Night

“I’m right here, you know.” I glared at both of them.

Nick’s lips twitched as he locked gazes with me and, in a rare confession, said, “I don’t think you realise that every night since I moved in, when I go to my room and you to yours, how close I am to breaking down your door, pinning you down, planting a hand over your mouth so you can’t tell me no, then pile-driving you into your mattress.”

I swayed.

Holy hell, he’s a dirty talker too.

I wouldn’t be able to survive.

Tonight, I wasn’t just in over my head; I was done for.

Well and truly murdered by lust, resurrected by need, and set on fire by sin.

“You know what?” Hunter looked Nick up and down. “I think tonight just got a lot more interesting.”

I shivered as his gaze narrowed on mine. “What do you say, Ella Fitzgerald? A night of being used, not just by one male but two? A night that will ruin every other night. A night that will always remain our little secret. Our little trio of absolute debauchery.”

My throat closed up. My blood thickened.

I tried to reply but couldn’t.

Hunter released me ever so slowly, making me sway again as both men watched me.

“I need you to say the words. There are legalities, you understand.” Pointing at himself and then at Nick, Hunter smiled with every depraved and dangerous invitation he could muster. “Repeat after me. Do you, Ella Fitzgerald, agree to let me, Hunter Dixon, and this Nick fellow bind you, whip you, dominate you, feast on you, and most likely fuck you until dawn?”

Jesus.

My knees became custard.

My entire body melted into gooey dessert. Dessert for them to devour.

“Please, Ella…” Nick murmured. “Just for tonight. Please be mine…ours.”

They didn’t need an answer.

I’d given it the moment Nick found me here.

But it sent a delicious, sharp thrill through me to lick my lips, smile at both men, and murmur, “I, Ella Fitzgerald, agree to let you, Hunter Dixon, and you, Nicholas Davis, to bind me, whip me, dominate me, feast on me, and fuck me until dawn.”

“Thank Christ for that.” Grabbing my wrist, Nick didn’t wait for Hunter to follow, he jerked me into the big top, swiped aside the heavy curtain, and the thick purple and grey walls swallowed us whole.

Chapter Five

“THIS WAY,” HUNTER SAID, CUTTING IN FRONT of us as I blinked at the rows upon rows of carnival games lining a long corridor. Grey carpet covered the grass beneath my feet and the chimes and bells of the arcade games flashed with garish appeal.

Unlike other arcade games where a small teddy or nonsense figurine could be won, these were full to the brim with R18 toys. Whips, paddles, chains, and dildos all glittered beneath the sultry steampunk fashioned lamps dotted down the long hallway.

The big top had no central arena for performers. No uncomfortable seats or ring master. Just an avenue of see-through doors. No upbeat music or annoying requests to clap. The only sounds were the muffled moans of pleasure and the haunting, erotic strains of sensual music bleeding from hidden speakers.

Taking my hand, Hunter flashed me a smile. “Have a look as we pass. Maybe you’ll get a few ideas of what you want from me and Nick.”

With my left hand in Nick’s, (his lanky, bookishly handsome body bristling with energy), and my right hand in Hunter’s, (his muscular height imposing and the black lightning bolt on his cheek looking like a dangerous scar), I felt very dominated indeed.

Trapped but in a good way.

Captured and abducted from everything mundane and dragged into a world of forbidden.

We hadn’t even gotten to a private room yet, but my blood burned as if I’d turned into a volcano. A volcano that very much wanted to erupt.