Page 51 of Circus From Hell

I’m not in the mood to question the whole ‘Soren’ thing.

Do I like her like that? I’m growing a concerningly strong attraction to her; that much is clear. But there’s still an undercurrent of fear and a huge lack of trust. Trust that she seems to be building with Arlo. And with the jealousy, my feelings for my little stepbrother… There’s a lot to unpack.

“It takes a lot for me to feel comfortable with someone. Arlo’s my only friend. I’ve known him a long time. He gets me,” I admit quietly.

“Do you love him?”

“Without a doubt,” I laugh. “In every sense. There’s no questioning that. It’s taken me a while to realise that he might love me back.”

“His heart speedsss up when you look at him, when you touch him.”

I’m not expecting the smile that pulls at my lips. “I’ll let him know when he wakes up.”

“Why don’t you try sssucking his cock to wake him up?”

I won’t lie, the thought makes me bite my lip. But that isn’t something I’ve discussed with Arlo. Besides, this isn’t merely him falling asleep; he was knocked unconscious. Sure, I’d love to sneak in there right now, play with his body until it sings for me, but I care more about his safety than anything.

“It’s not appropriate to suck someone off when they’re not aware of it, Karma.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “But he enjoys his cock being sssucked. And he likesss you.”

She raises a fair point.

“You like sucking cock, don’t you?”

Her smile is wide and excitable as she eagerly nods her head. “Yessss. A lot. And I had my pussy licked for the first time. I liked that too.”

“Really? By who?”

She looks away, fists clenching. “Ssspiral,” she spits, like the word burns her tongue.

I wasn’t expecting her to say that, but I’m not surprised. He’s clearly obsessed with the girl.

A pang of unfair jealousy coils through me—technically, Karma can sleep with who she likes, but I can’t stand clowns.

“What did you like about it?”

“The feel of his tongue pushing inside of me. I like being filled.”

The way she talks so openly about sex makes my cock hard, and guilt slams into my chest. We shouldn’t be doing this when Arlo is unwell in the next room, but I can’t stop myself from saying, “Just wait until you have a cock in there. Your mind will be blown.”

“Do you think Arlo would want to fuck me?”

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

“What about you?”

There’s a pause. The answer is obvious. Yes, I want to fuck her. I’m still nervous of those teeth, and I guess it’s technically a form of necrophilia, but I saw a glimpse of that pretty pussy, and it looked unbelievably divine.

“I do.”

She moves to her hands and knees, crawling across the small space of the couch. “Do you know what’s better than the sssmell of fear, Micha?”

“What?”

“The sssmell of arousal.” She leans in, pressing her lips to my ear. “And I can smell yoursss.”

“Arlo wants you,” I breathe as her forked tongue sticks out to lick my cheek. My heart pounds.