Chapter 31

Once I return home, still reeling from tonight's events, I can't shake the anger boiling inside me. That cunt must be stupid, why send me somewhere when you don't know for a fucking fact it's her? The sheer recklessness of it all gnaws at me. It's not how I operate. That could have gone so wrong. If I had been out of control, I could have killed her.

As soon as we find the right girl, I'll be glad not to see his face ever again. My fists clench and unclench as I enter the back passageway of the circus, the urge to punch something almost overwhelming. The memory of her terrified eyes, the way she trembled, it all plays on a loop in my mind. I could have ended an innocent life tonight because of his foolishness.

I stride into the main tent as the acts are in full swing. The lights flash intensely around the ringside, but when my gaze lands on the death wheel, I halt at the threshold. I observe Soul and Noir performing together in one of the rotating rings, much like Pearl and I used to do. I tilt my head to the side, watching as their bodies move in perfect sync. Knowing it's the finale, I keep my eyes locked on them. When the wheel stops, Noir jumps, wrapping her legs around Soul's waist and as he catches her, his fingers dig into the back of her thighs.

My brow lifts until, suddenly, they kiss, and my jaw tenses instantly. A wave of possessiveness surges through me, ready to unleash chaos. The crowd roars and my fists tighten, while Soul grips the back of her neck, devouring her mouth with ferocity. I hold onto my anger, waiting until they're finished.

When they finally break away, I see her eyes wide with shock—not expecting how his tongue felt, I suppose. This only brings me great pleasure that she didn't like it, because now, I'm going to do something that will fuck with both of them.

I turn around and head outside, waiting in the shadows by the back exit of the tent. When I finally hear the usual group walk out and past me, I fixate on Noir with an intense gaze before pouncing. Creeping up behind her, she somehow senses me and spins around, but it's too late. I lift her by her waist effortlessly and hurl her over my shoulder. A scream escapes her before her breathing quickens.

As I start to head toward our trailer, I shoot an angry glare at Soul and make a head gesture for him to follow me. He rolls his eyes, knowing I'm about to give them both hell, but he does as he's told regardless.

Entering, Noir starts to struggle against me, clearly picking up on my pissed-off demeanor. I smack her ass hard, causing her to shriek.

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut," I seethe through clenched teeth.

I release her onto the table, her back slamming against it with a hard thud. I grab the small part of her waist, roughly yanking her down to the edge, her legs splitting wide to accommodate me between them. "You want to kiss my fucking brother like that, huh?" I grit out angrily.

She shakes her head frantically, her eyes expanding. "No, Madame said it's part of the act, I—." She protests breathlessly, "It didn't mean anything, Hell."

Of course, it fucking didn't, but I am a nasty, sick motherfuck who likes to see fear in her eyes, but there is nothing more I like to see than her being degraded.

When I hear Soul pull out a chair behind me, I side-eye over my shoulder as he takes a lazy seat, his back resting against the wall while he watches us from across the small kitchen.

My eyes then dart in an eerie manner to Noir beneath me, watching her chest heave with rapid, panicked breaths and my fingers find the hooks on the front of her corset.

When she reaches out to stop me, I grip her throat hard without warning, squeezing until her breath becomes restricted.

"Want to act like a fucking slut? You'll be treated like one," I growl, my tone drenched with dominance.

Her black pointed nails dig into my hand, desperately clawing for release, but I remain unbothered. Carefully, I unhook her corset one clasp at a time, my movements unhurried. Her face deepens to a purplish hue, but I wait until the final hook is undone before releasing my grip.

She gasps for air, her body shuddering as colour floods back into her cheeks. Seizing the moment in her vulnerability, I gently peel open her corset, exposing each of her perfect tits. Leaning in close, I let my breath ghost over her lips. "Stop fucking with me, Noir. You know what the fuck I am. I will kill you both," I hiss.

She stays silent, her jaw set tight, still fighting for air as I draw back and reach between her legs. Sliding my fingers into the gaps, with a harsh pull, I rip her fishnets into a single, gaping hole. My fingers sneak beneath her lace panties, and with one swift tug, I snap them, exposing her pretty cunt to me. I keep my eyes locked on hers, watching a myriad of emotions flicker across her face.

She shakes her head once, glancing down at Soul behind me. "But—"

I give her no chance to continue, dipping my head between her thighs. I place a soft kiss on my name carved into her skin, reminding who owns her before flattening my pierced tongue against her and tracing a slow path up the slit of her pussy. She gasps loudly, her head tilting back as her legs cradle my head. My palms glide over her inner thighs before I violently force them wide apart until they are pressed against the table and start eating her out aggressively, my mouth devouring her with a ferocious intensity.

Her legs shudder as I dip in and out of her pussy hole, then glide up to gnaw and bite at her clit. She can never hold her moans when I touch her, each sound she makes igniting a fire within me, my cock already swelling and dripping in my pants.

Digging my fingers deeper into her thighs with a possessive growl, she reaches down, taking handfuls of my curly hair, completely surrendering to the situation as always, encouraging me to continue.

I feast on her pussy like she is my favourite fucking meal because she is, and when she is throbbing for release, I draw back, my gaze lingering on her soaked, swollen cunt before I spit directly into her little leaking hole.

Gradually standing, my darkened eyes trail up the center of her body, relishing every inch of her. As she struggles to compose herself, I snatch her wrist and yank her upright. Gripping the back of her hair, I forcefully turn her around and bend her over the table, her face slamming against the wood with a thud.

"Hell!" she shouts followed by a groan.

I wrap her hair tightly around my fist, ensuring she keeps her head down as I swiftly release my belt buckle.

"You're not seriously going to fuck me in front of him, are you?" she gasps, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal as she squirms beneath me.

Ignoring her protest, I plunge my hand into my boxers, feeling the pulsating heat of my hard dick. With a rough motion, I pull it out, revealing myself. As I slide the tip up her pussy, I sense the involuntary shudder that courses through her body.

"Hell, I—" she pleads before I press her head down further, cutting her off with an aggressive snarl. "I swear, Dolly, shut the fuck up."

Positioning myself on her soaked hole, I slide into her in one swift, brutal movement, hitting her cervix instantly, eliciting a scream from her lips as her pussy clenches around me. I groan at the sensation, my eyes growing heavy before tugging her hair back, forcing her to lift her head. My other hand slips beneath her thigh before I lift it and place it high on the table, holding it in place.

I waste no time banging into her cunt, driving myself as deep as I can with each rough penetration, determined to teach her a fucking lesson. Despite her cries, she succumbs to bliss within a matter of seconds, her pussy gripping me in a vice-like tightness.

But I don't stop; I ram my cock deeper, aggressively hammering into her until she cannot take any more, her peachy ass rippling and bouncing against my pelvis, her come smothering my balls with each powerful thrust.

After a relentless session of brutal fucking, I finally release inside her, my climax shaking me to the core. I pour my hot cum into her pussy with uncontrolled force, each pulse of ecstasy reverberating through my body. My legs almost give way, and as I loosen my grip on her hair, her head falls down, her cheek hitting the table from exhaustion.

Breathing heavily, I press my forehead against her sweaty back, my heart pounding like a drum. I kiss and bite her skin with fervor, lost in the primal intensity of the moment. I revel in the sensation of emptying myself inside her every damn time, consumed by the obsession of our connection.

As I come down from my high, my awareness sharpens, and I run my tongue up her spine, savouring the taste of her sweet and salty skin. I kiss her shoulder, my desire unabated.

Once I reach her ear, I speak low and breathlessly, "Such a good girl for me."

I lift myself but keep her leg in place as I gaze down noticing her eyes closed, trying to relegate her breathing.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I spot Soul still sitting there, his eyes fixed on Noir with a darkness that matches my own. When our gazes finally meet, he lifts a brow inquisitively.

"Was that my punishment, to watch you drill her?" he questions with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I wouldn't say that was much of a bad thing, Hell."

My teeth grind together in annoyance at his nonchalance before I take a step back and to the side, allowing my dick to slide out of her now cum-filled cunt, then tuck myself back into my boxers.

"No, Soul," I reply calmly. "You're going to be degraded tonight at my command as well."

I draw my wicked eyes away from his, peering down at her pussy, glistening with our shared moisture. I slowly, but firmly move my palm down the split of her ass until it is covering her, and I pull it back before giving her pussy a swift slap. She squeaks from the pain, her body jolting as she is brought back to reality, but still not fully recovered.

I slip my two fingers between her lips before fanning them out, revealing her exposed cunt hole to both me and Soul.

When I hear him take a deep breath as my juices ooze out of her, my gaze lifts to his and they instantly dart to mine.

"You're going to eat my cum out of her pussy." I grit out with bitterness.

Soul's expression changes, falling completely, realizing exactly what I meant by both of them being humiliated.

"You wanna touch my girl when I told you to stay the fuck away from her?" I stand tall, covering her wet pussy with my palm again. "The only time you will ever get the luxury of tasting this sweet cunt is when it's pumped full of my jizz."

His jaw flexes with irritation, knowing I am doing this because of his sexuality. In all honesty, this is not what I'm into, I'm a straight man and I don't share what's mine, but what I do enjoy is the fact they are both feeling uncomfortable by what I am doing here, just as I felt uncomfortable when he had his tongue down her fucking throat.

I'm on my deranged bullshit right now and they are both going to face the consequences of their actions. But I would only ever do something like this with Soul, one time only. No one else gets to touch my Dolly like this. He is lucky my bond with him runs deep or he would be dead already, my knife launched into his fucking skull.

He just sits there staring at me, unmoving until I make a head gesture. "Be a good boy and eat my cum out of my girl's pussy, Soul."

His eyes narrow. "Fuck you, Hell," he snaps back.

I raise my chin in response, unwilling to argue. Reluctantly, he stands with a heavy sigh, well aware he owes me for doing something so fucking stupid.

I watch his every move as he stalks toward us. When he is close enough, he lowers onto his knees behind her, and I remove my hand, revealing her to him. I shift my eyes to Noir, who still has her eyes closed, completely shattered from me screwing her so violently. Reaching over, I carefully move her blonde hair away from her sweaty face, a strange tenderness in the midst of this twisted act.

When Soul shoves his split tongue into her pussy, her eyes fly open, a loud gasp escaping her lips, "Holy, fuck!"

I snarl, pressing my hand down on her neck with a bruising grip. "Was that a fucking moan I heard from my brother licking your cunt?" I bite out the words, my tone edged with fury.

Her eyes roll back, her lids fluttering shut as she stutters a lie, "No. Never. I—"

I lean in, my voice a chilling, venomous whisper in her ear. "You better not come, you slut, or I swear, I will tear you apart."

She stays silent, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to do everything in my power to make her come. I want to make her feel dirty, to hate the fact she had her mouth on someone else that wasn't me. She won't do it ever again once I'm finished.

Keeping my hand on her neck, I stand upright again, my eyes locked down on Soul as he works his pierced, lizard tongue on Noir's pussy. I try to hold onto my jealousy and not murder him, because let's be real, this is my own fucking doing, but the point I'm trying to prove will be satisfying.

He twists and dips inside her, eating and sucking out her and my cum before he wedges her clit between the slit of his tongue, kneading it.

I have heard about what his tongue can do, and Noir's shaking legs betray her pleasure. Despite her best efforts, she is clearly suppressing the sounds she would usually make with everything she has.

The sight fuels my rage and determination. "You think you can resist, pretty girl?" I press down harder on her neck. "We'll see how long that fucking lasts."

I whip out my knife, suck, and spit on the handle before lowering it, slowly easing it into her asshole. She whimpers instantly, her body tensing as it slides down the inside of her tight walls, inch by inch until it is buried completely, hitting the base.

As I start to fuck her asshole in the same rhythm of Soul lapping at her pussy, her breathing picks up, but I can tell she's still holding on for dear life to not come.

"You bastard, you fucking bastard," she pants out between gasps.

My lips twitch into a sinister grin as I tangle my hand in her hair once again, pulling hard. As I twist and shove the handle in and out of her, her fists clench, but still, she resists. My frustration mounts, and with a rumble in my chest, I rip my knife out of her ass, splitting her cheeks before spitting on her puckered hole and forcing her leg down.

With my dick now rock hard again, I hop up on the table, lowering myself with my knees on either side of her ass.

I glance down behind me, locking eyes with Soul, and lift my chin in a signal. He nods in understanding, turning his body to work on her clit from underneath.

I flop out my cock, aligning with her little hole and as I start to press into her, she quickly reaches back to me, knowing I am pushing her to her limit. I snatch both her wrists, locking them tightly behind her back with one hand, and lean over, resting on my elbow beside her head.

As I continue to sink my dick inside, each piercing gradually entering one by one, she chokes back a scream. I breathe heavily into her ear with a taunting whisper. "You're not going to come, Little Dolly, are you?"

Her lips roll inward, eyes squeezed shut, but I catch the subtle shake of her head. "That's my good girl," I praise. "You know better than to come on my brother's face."

When I start to screw her precious opening, I feel her body stiffen beneath me. My eyes stay locked on her side profile, scanning every expression as she tries not to betray me. But as soon as I begin fucking her much harder, almost hitting her spine, her moans grow loud and untamed.

"Hell, I don't know if—" she screams out, her voice breaking.

I lift myself on one hand, still keeping her bound as I continue to pound into her tight hole. "Fucking hold it," I growl with a warning edge.

Her entire body shudders, her screams turning into desperate, frantic cries. I can feel her getting closer, her resistance weakening with every thrust.

"Don't you dare," I hiss, increasing my pace, smashing into her with full force, each movement calculated to push her right to the brink but not beyond.

"Please," she whimpers, barely able to breathe.

"Hold it," I command again, my grip on her wrists tightening, my strikes inhumane. I know she's fighting with everything she has left, and the tension is charged, her desperation feeding my sick, sadistic mind.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear, "You're mine, Noir. Don't ever forget that." I whisper harshly, feeling her body strain under my dominance, teetering on the edge of submission and release.

She continues to beg me, and while sensing my own climax building, my balls tightening, I aggressively grit out the word that she needs to hear. "Come."

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave instantly, her raw scream tearing through the trailer as she gushes all over Soul's face, the squirt of her come hitting the tiled floor.

Her asshole pulses around me, prompting me to slow down so I can feel it. I observe her little body rocked by the intense climax, spasming under me, and I sit back, keeping my eyes locked on her.

"Soul, get out," I bark the order, side-eyeing him as he rises to his feet, wiping her wetness off his face. Without meeting his gaze, he walks out, leaving Dolly and me alone.

I get off the table, sliding out of her before flipping her onto her back, grabbing her waist, and dragging her closer to the edge.

When I slip my dick back deep into her ass with one quick stroke, she shrieks in pain, but I simply lift her legs, placing them over my shoulders as I incline, bringing my mouth close to hers.

Her glazed-over eyes lock onto mine as she scans them. As soon as I start fucking her ass again, she now doesn't hold onto her sounds, but I just continuously kiss her parted lips, allowing her cries to mingle with my breath.

"Fucking say it, Noir," I whisper between kisses, "Tell me I own every part of you."

My hips slap against her ass with a persistent rhythm that echoes through the room. "Yes! I'm yours, Hell," she screams out, her voice a symphony of surrender.

I snarl before plunging my tongue into her mouth, and she responds by sucking hard on it, becoming lost in the moment between us.

I hammer into her vigorously until, with a final, hard thrust, I bust inside her, my entire body tingling. My cock swelling and twitching elicits one last satisfied moan from her throat.

As she lets go of my tongue, I rest my sweaty brow against hers, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath and gradually slow my movements.

When I pry open my eyelids, her blue orbs are already looking into mine. I study her face as I lower her legs from my shoulders and rest my forearms beside her head. Hovering over her, I give her a soft kiss on her lips, but she doesn't reciprocate.

I arch a brow, "Say whatever the fuck you need to say, Noir," I murmur, readying myself for her bullshit.

She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. "I always thought you were the possessive type, yet here you are, sharing me with your fucking friends," she states, confusion lacing her words. "Tell me, Hell, what did you actually get out of that?"

"You." I growl without hesitation, sliding one arm around the small of her back and the other hand beneath her thigh. She clings to me as I lift her with minimal effort, carrying her upstairs to my bedroom.

When I enter, I kick the door shut behind me, taking her over to my bed. As I lay her down, I follow beside her, leaning over on one elbow while reaching for the black silk sheet. I pull it over us, then slip my palm up the back of her thigh, making her wrap her leg around me.

Slowly, I trace the tips of my fingers up and down her skin, feeling goosebumps scatter beneath my touch. Gazing down at her, she looks at me expectantly to follow on the conversation.

"I think we've established that I'm not exactly sane," I explain before continuing. "I don't think like a normal person would. Degradation is my thing. I thrive off it. I fucking love it. Anything immoral and sick pleases me."

Her eyes widen as she inhales deeply. "So, you're into threesomes now?" she asks.

I pull my head back, shaking it once. "No. I just liked seeing you both uncomfortable, just like I was when I saw you two making out. It's how my odd mind works. I'm a calculated motherfucker, and everything I do has its reasons, whether it's deranged or not, it makes perfect fucking sense to me."

Her heavy-lidded eyes trace a searing path up my chest as she glides her palm over it. "Hmm, how?"

When her gaze swings to mine, I draw my face closer to hers.

"Will you do it again, my Little Dolly?" I question, my breath skating over her plump lips.

She studies my swirling orbs before giving a small smile and a head shake. My jaw clenches, and I grab her ass cheek, yanking her harder against me, "Exactly."

"Just don't make a habit out of it," she exhales, her blue eyes flicking to my mouth, "I only want you, Hell."

My lips twitch, fighting a smirk, "Point proven."

Her gaze softens as she presses her fingers into the back of my hair, "Sometimes I don't think you're the monster you think you are, Hell." I just stare at her, my expression unreadable. "Yeah, you're a bit abnormal by society's standards, but who's to say the "normal" ones aren't the real crazies?" she protests, her tone carrying sincerity.

I grin slightly before looking down, "I wish I could tell you I'm not a monster, Noir, but I am. You know that and you don't need to try to find excuses for me."

When my eyes meet hers, she analyses every feature of my face with a tender intensity. "But you can be so gentle with me," she murmurs.

I lift a brow in question, "Can I?" I run my hand over her ass again, giving it a squeeze.

She continues with curiosity, "You can be. I have never met a monster who can switch like you can. You confuse me. I thought all monsters were pure evil toward everyone and everything."

I think about her words, delving into the depths of her gaze. "We are, but it seems monsters are not always monsters to the things they deeply want, Noir," I reply truthfully "Why would I push away the one thing I truly want to keep? I have never known the feeling of want before." Her hand pauses on the back of my hair, a silent acknowledgement of our shared understanding and I glide my palm up the curve of her body.

"I know sometimes what I am terrifies you, but even in the darkest depths, there's always a flicker of light that solely belongs to you. That's why I'm so fucking obsessed with you, pretty girl. You're the only person who has ever stirred something inside me other than darkness. And I am addicted to it." I confess, the words slipping out like a forbidden secret.

Smiling gently, she draws me down to her lips, "Point proven."