Page 34 of Little Doll

His chest was decidedly still, free of the rise and fall of life.

I noticed how all the circus performers who had gathered in the little back alley had makeup running down their faces and necks in little multicolored rivulets that made them all look like a child’s nightmares.

Mattheo heaved in great breaths, his muscles twitching. He vibrated as the adrenaline coursed through him. He thrust his hand down to me. I took it and allowed him to help hoist me and Wilhelmina to our feet.

“Can you get her out of here?” Mattheo hissed urgently.

Her face popped up and peered into mine. I looked down at her and tried to read what she must be thinking.

“I don’t suppose I’ll be able to once the authorities arrive,” I whispered sadly, answering him, but gazing at her.

Mattheo reached forward and took me by the shoulders, shaking me a little, and gently moving Wilhelmina aside in the process. “Listen to me, man,” he snarled, rainwater spraying off his grimacing face. “You can’t stay here. You’ve got to go. And you’ve got to take Wilhelmina with you. Get her out of here! Keep her safe! Never return.”

Wilhelmina cried a mournful sob.

“But I… I’ve killed a man,” I said, the realization of what I’d done beginning to sink in. My life was destroyed. I was a murderer.

And I would’ve done it again in a heartbeat.

Mattheo tore at my shirt collar and shook me again, much harder this time. “Costel, pay attention! Understand me now. You must go. Take Wilhelmina, get in your carriage, and never,everspeak of this night again. Not to anyone. I will take care of everything. I’ll get rid of this rat bastard before the devil even knows he’s in hell. And if anybody ever does come round asking about him, we’ll make it like you were never at this god forsaken fair. Do you understand?”

I stared openmouthed at him. And the mime, the clown and the small man. They all nodded their agreement. The dwarf had stepped forward to hold Wilhelmina’s hand. He looked up at her with the utmost love.

People who couldn’t protect her before. Vowing now to protect her.

Mattheo shook me again. “Costel? You’ll have to trust me! Can you? Can you do it?”

My spine straightened, and I spun to wrap my arms around Wilhelmina and pull her into my chest. “Yes, yes, of course. Thank you, Mattheo.”

She pulled away from me for just a moment to throw her arms around Mattheo. Then the mime, then the clown, and finally, she fell to her knees to embrace the small man, who wept against her shoulder. Finally, she pulled away from them and raced back into my arms. I ducked my head and held her close, and we hurried out of Grimm Fair, never to return again.

In the carriage on the way back to Blackmoth House, Wilhelmina climbed upon my lap. She was still crying and drawing ragged breaths. But she clawed at my tie and my collar, ripped at my buttons. I grasped her trembling hands and stopped her.

“Wilhelmina, you don’t need to do this,” I said quietly.

She jerked her hands free of mine and resumed her frantic pursuit of undressing me. Ireached up to cup her face in my hands. “Wilhelmina…”

But she interrupted me by crushing her lips to mine.

I growled into her mouth and my hands slipped down her body and around her waist. She was so tiny that my large hands almost completely encircled her.

She pushed back my coat and ripped open my shirt, running her cold wet hands through the hair on my chest.

This was wrong, and I knew it. But she swirled her tongue in my mouth and raked her fingernails over my cold skin and I passed a point of no return.

I palmed her breasts through the thin fabric of the costume she still wore. Still kissing me, she panted into my mouth and reached behind herself to untie the laces at her neck. With one simple pull of the strings, it fell away and revealed her wet tattooed flesh to me. She glistened in the moonlight as though her skin was made of magic. I dipped my head to lap roughly at first one nipple and then the other nipple. They grew taut beneath my needy tongue, and I groaned against her.

“We’re almost home,” I told her. She seemed lost with her head back, enjoying my hands on her. I don’t think she cared we might still be doing this in the drive outside the carriage house.

And neither did I.

I flipped her tiny body around so that she was seated on my lap. My cock strained against my trousers from where she’d just been straddling me. So, I nestled it against her soft rump. She purred and shimmied her hips against me.

I ran my fingers down her biceps on both sides of her and she quaked against me, her little body vibrating against my chest and against my cock. I jolted, and she yelped and rocked forward.

I ran one splayed hand down her spine, admiring the stars and moons tattooed there, and then hooking my fingers into her half-discarded costume. She rose her ass enough to allow me to pull it the rest of the way down over her hips. I used both hands to push it all the way down her legs and off over her feet, where it dropped with a wet plop to the carriage floor.

We pulled into the grounds of Blackmoth House. The carriage slowed as I reached around her and massaged her breasts while laying gentle kisses along her spine.

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