She smiles gently before looking over at Hell in the distance, who is watching us both. “I know, your boyfriend told me.”
“He’s so much more than a boyfriend, he’s my fucking everything” I admit in a daze as mine and Hell’s gazes stay locked.
“It’s good to see you so happy, Harley.”
I break eye contact with Hell and look at her. “Why didn’t I ever know about you? I didn’t really know my dad before he died, but my mom never mentioned you.”
“I was placed in foster care the moment I was born. Kyro found me living in a shelter when I was twenty-one and took me,” she explains.
My brows pinch. “You’re younger than me?”
“Don’t you remember we had this conversation through the wall? I’m only eleven months younger,” she says with her head tilted to the side.
I shake my head slowly. “I don’t remember much in the last two years of me being there. Everything was becoming a blur.”
She nods in understanding, and I ask her something that I have always wanted to know. “Who killed Kai?”
Her eyes fix on mine as she answers truthfully. “After I freed my chain, I came for you. I got you out of there, but you were extremely weak. He caught us trying to sneak out and he hit me. That’s when you…” She trails off before continuing. “ But I suppose we both went a bit too far with the mutilation.”
I take a sharp breath, knowing my sister is somehow as messed up in the head as I am, and we have a lot to catch up on. She suddenly stands, and on instinct, I stand too, grabbing her wrist. She glances down at it before her gaze reaches mine.
“Please don’t go,” I plead, my voice desperate. “I can’t lose you again. Stay here, with us.”
She looks around the carnival. “Here?”
“I mean, it’s a pretty fucked-up place once you live here, and it may not be normal to the outside world, but it’s actually very comforting. The people here stick together and look after one another.”
She swallows hard, appearing reluctant, but I continue to tempt her. “Even if it’s just for a while, until I find you somewhere to settle if that’s what you choose to do. I can’t let mylittle sister go and live how she has her entire life again, can I? I now have responsibilities, and we’re family. Actually, you’re the only family I have left.”
I raise a brow, and she grins. “Okay,” she accepts quietly, and I feel my shoulders relax.
I link my arm around hers. “Let me introduce you to some people.”
When we’re standing by The Hollow’s, who are playing a game at one of the amusement booths, they pause, looking back at us.
“This is my little sister, Arabella,” I announce to Soul and Wrath.
Soul raises his chin to her in acknowledgment before continuing to play his game, but I notice her and Wrath locked in a silent staring battle, something dark and sinister sparking between them. My eyes flash to Hell, and he grins, sensing what I sense.Fuck
It's Dark Night, and I'm wrapped around Hell on the front of his bike. With my arm securely around his shoulder, he speeds through the carnival, dodging frantic people running for their lives. As we pass them, I laugh and shoot a nail gun with my free hand. Each hit sends a jolt of exhilaration through me, their blood-curdling screams filling the air, and I relish the sensation of it.
I rock my hips against Hellion’s cock with no panties, smothering his neck with my tongue and lips, pulling a growl from him. He slows the bike down, one of his hands slipping to my ass where he rips a hole in my tights with frustration.
“Finger my pussy; let’s see how many people I can kill until I am coming on your bike and hand,” I murmur seductively in his ear, the thrill of horror making me feel aroused.
He suddenly hits the brakes, and I tighten my legs around him, so I don’t fly off. He wastes no time, dipping his hand between my thighs. He snatches the front of my throat, pushing me back over the handlebars and tugs my corset down until oneof my breasts pops free, neither of us giving a shit who could be watching.
The mayhem surrounding us seems to blur as he slides his fingers into my wet pussy and immediately starts to bang them into me. He grabs my tit, viciously attacking it with his mouth, and I try to glance around to make sure no one tries to kill us.
“Fuck yes, harder, baby,” I moan out loudly, my back arching.
He continuously hits the right spot, my eyes rolling back, and I start to hyperventilate. The sensation of fear, arousal, and his delicious movements make me build rapidly.
When I open my heavy eyes, I notice more people, and I shoot with my head upside down, hitting them.
“One.”
“Two.”
