“Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know when he is Hellion?” I shoot back.
“Oh, you’ll know. The entire atmosphere in this place is charged.”
The unsettling revelations twist my gut, leaving me uncertain about what to make of it all, and I shift my gaze forward, allowing her to continue. “Luckily, Hellion, doesn’t come out as much as you would think, it’s mostly on Dark Night that he lets loose, but even then, Hell is going to terrorize the fuck out of you. You have been warned, Noir.”
I draw a deep shaky breath, “And do you guys move around?” I ask, hoping that the answer is yes, but unfortunately she shakes her head. “Not often. We sometimes do small private shows in different states if requested at the right price, but most of the time we stay in this location because our Dark Night amusements are built here, and we own this land. It’s protected.”
I'm about to ask what Dark Night is, but we suddenly arrive at the circus with music blasting from the main tent, blurring out my lingering questions and Blush strides ahead, leading the way to Madame's chamber.
When we enter, nobody is in here, but the candles and incense are lit. Making our way toward the back, we pass through a sheer, sparkling curtain, leading to another chamber.
My eyes take in the sight of a grand vanity that has a large mirror, bright lights bordering it. Neatly arranged racks display an array of colourful costumes and wigs. Along one side are plush lounge couches in rich red and gold.
While I am gawking, Blush’s enthusiastic tone breaks my trance. “Okay, let’s get started. Madame will be here soon, and she will expect to see you ready.”
I eagerly follow her to the racks of costumes, and it feels like being a young kid again, playing dress-up for Halloween. As she selects pieces for me, I can't help but giggle and she starts to dress me in black fishnet tights, pairing them with a short, whimsical tutu and knee-high, laced, platformed boots.
Moving on, she wraps a black and white striped corset around me, tightening the back to pinch my waist and outline my curves. My breasts almost threaten to spill over the frilly trim since they are pushed up so high.
Finally, she settles me in front of the vanity, securing a sleek black bobbed wig atop my head after clipping back my hair. “I wonder if Madame will give you your own set of contacts and if she does, what color they would be.” She asks curiously.
I gaze at myself in the mirror as she stands behind me, adjusting the black-fringed wig that enhances my features. It's not until I look at her peachy-colored lenses twinkling in the light that I answer. “Do you all wear contacts?”
She glances at me in the reflection, giving a small head shake. “Only us who work at Dark Night. I think you would suit black eyes since it would match your name perfectly.”
“She’s not wearing fucking contacts. Her pretty eyes are staying blue,” a sudden deep male voice interrupts, startling both of us and prompting a swift glance over our shoulders.
My gaze locks onto Hellion, propped casually against the wall on the other side of the room. I gulp as I take in his shirtless body, the sinister swirls of black tattoos writhing across every inch of his bronzed skin like living shadows. His black, tight jeans hang low on his hips, giving a view of the sculpted contoursof his painted abs and the mesmerizing V that leads downward, drawing my eyes with an irresistible pull.
Despite the sheen of sweat glistening on his body from rigorous training, his face still has his usual haunting masterpiece. With his black and white coiled lenses still in place, he turns his head slightly, offering me a glimpse of his chiseled jawline. Now I am seeing him in the light, I find myself wondering what he really looks like beneath his scary act. What color are his real eyes? Light or perhaps dark like his hair.
“Get the fuck out.” He demands icily towards Blush while facing aside.
She turns to leave without hesitation, and I swiftly stand from the stool, fighting the urge to grab her wrist to stop her, but I decide against it since I don't want him to see how unnerved I am by the thought of being alone with him. He cannot see me as weak because I’m fucking not. Also, this might be a good opportunity to shut this is down and quickly.
As she hurries out of the room, Hellion's gaze locks onto mine, and I shoot him a glare before turning to face the mirror. Each step he takes behind me sends a tightness of tension through my chest. When I sense his dark presence and heat looming against my back like a deathly shadow, I face aside, unwilling to look at him.
While trying to steady my racing heart, I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye, only to find his head tilted downward, his lenses carefully tracing an unwelcome path down my collarbone until they settle on the curve of my breasts. I become annoyed and return my gaze forward, cocking my head to the side as his eyes meet mine in the mirror opposite us.
“Do you like looking at things you will never have?” I assert firmly.
He lifts his chin in response, and I counter with a raised eyebrow. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. You clearly saw the other night when you decided to be a fucking pervert and watch me in the shower that I am seeing someone.”
His jaw flexes again, showing his irritation, but he remains wordless. In the heavy silence that follows, he reaches behind me, seizing a handful of my wig and ripping it from my head before tossing it to the side. We hold eye contact as he frees my wavy blonde hair until it's tumbling down my back and framing my face.
“Keep yourself as you are. You’re fucking perfect and you don’t need all the extra bullshit,” he commands, his voice carrying authority.
A strange sensation churns in my gut at his compliment, annoying me further because I don’t want to feel it and I know it is all just mind games. Whirling around to confront him, I find my tits pressed against his solid abs. I tilt my head back, meeting his towering figure head-on and stare at him harshly.
“Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Hellion,” I retort, my voice tinged with defiance.
“You're not fucking wearing that.” He lowers his face towards mine, his words biting, giving me a taste of the monster that lives within him.
I inhale sharply as he takes a slow step forward until the bulge of his dick is pressing firmly against me, his lenses focused, and I place my palms on the vanity behind me, bowing backward to create some distance between us.
“Also, call me Hell, pretty girl, because you haven't met Hellion yet, but believe me, you will soon enough,” he adds, his voice laced with a chilling promise. “And when that momentcomes, the only time you'll be uttering his fucking name is when you're screaming it.”
I lift my brows at his bold assumption, trying to remain calm until he suddenly moves my hair away from my eyes softly with his sharp knife. “Does that scare you, Little Dolly? Are you afraid of us?” he taunts, his tone filled with dark intent.
