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With a loud groan, he finishes himself, his release spilling across my core where Lux is still buried inside me in a hot, sticky mess. He smirks, reaching up to smear it around, mixing it with my arousal and Lux’s. His fingers glide over my sensitive skin in a way that’s both filthy and intimate.

I’m breathless, my body trembling from the intensity of it all, the rawness of the moment. Lux holds me close, his touch gentle now, soothing as he strokes my back, calming the trembling in my limbs.

Lux chuckles darkly, his breath ragged but filled with pride. “Do you feel better? Did we satisfy your needs?”

I’m barely able to think, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me. Johnny stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that cocky smirk never leaving his face.

He tucks his cock back into his pants. “Always a pleasure, my queen,” Johnny says, winking at me, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. His gaze flicks to Lux, an unspoken bond of power and understanding passing between them.

Lux smiles, satisfied, pulling me closer. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he whispers in my ear, his tone a mix of affection and dominance.

I nod, unable to find the words.

“Good, because it won’t happen again. You’re mine, Indie, only fucking mine.”

And I know he means it. Sure, tonight Lux allowed me to experience something new, and intense. But it will never happen again, and honestly, I’m okay with that.

Lux is mine and I his, but this night, the moment the three of us shared, will forever be unforgettable.

chapter ten

lux

From Hell With Love - Savage Ga$p

It’s been a few hours since our little show in the center of the ring. The air is thick with tension, and I can feel the shift in the crowd—desires boiling over, tipping toward chaos. But none of it matters. Not the screams, not the violence, not even the madness that surrounds me.

All I can fucking think about is her.

Indie.

Her body sways just a few feet in front of me, moving to the hypnotic beat of the DJ’s music, the dim lights casting a soft, ethereal glow across her perfect skin. She’s still riding the high from earlier, her pupils wide, and her movements fluid. The drugs are coursing through her, but instead of resisting, now she’s embraced the feeling. Letting it carry her deeper into the night and I’m transfixed as I watch it all unfold.

I step toward her, closing the distance between us, my body pressing up behind hers as she grinds against me. My hands slide down her sides, and I revel in the feeling the heat of herskin against my palms. She leans into me, her lips parting as she lets out a breathless sigh.

Fuck, she is stunning.

Johnny joins us, stepping up in front of her with a beer in his hand. His eyes are dark with lust as they roam her body. He lifts the beer to his lips, guzzling down the liquid as he grinds up against her, and begins moving in sync with her.

It’s a sinful dance between the three of us. Indie in the middle, her body trapped between mine and Johnny’s, and it’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Her skin is slick with sweat, her breath quickening as she loses herself in the beat of the music and the feel of our bodies against hers.

I expected to feel jealous, maybe even rage with Johnny being so close to her. Touching her. But instead, I feel exhilarated. The sight of him pressed against her, and the way her body moves between us only turns me on more. There’s no competition here—Johnny knows his fucking place.

He wants her, sure, but he’ll never touch her. Not without my permission. And I’ve given it, but only for tonight.

Her hips grind against us both, and the sensation sends a jolt of raw heat through my body. The friction is fucking maddening, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. Indie knows how to get to me. She has since the first night she walked into my circus. Every roll of her hips against me has my cock straining tighter against my jeans. My fingers press into her waist, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath the lace fabric of her body suit, guiding her movement as she sways between us.

She grips Johnny’s shoulders for balance, her nails digging into him as she loses herself in the rhythm. Her head falls back, exposing the pale curve of her throat, her lips parting with a soft, breathless moan that I can feel more than hear. My breath catches as she pushes back and grinds her ass against me. I bite down on my lip, a slow hiss slipping from my lips.Fuck.

The crowd around us dissolves into a haze—blood and screams all blending into the background noise as Indie becomes my sole focus. Every movement of hers against me is so goddamn intoxicating that I can’t pull myself away. Not that I would, even if I could.

In this moment, nothing else matters but her. I’m a sinner through and through, and the way she moves against me—teasing, effortless—is my salvation. A salvation I’d drop to my knees for, over and over, for the rest of my life.

Indie is my queen, my everything, and as I watch her body writhe between mine and Johnny’s, all I can think about is how far she’s come. How farwe’vecome. She’s no longer the hesitant, unsure girl that walked into my big top. Now, she’s fully embraced the darkness. She’s become one of us. Despite how badly I thought she didn’t belong in our world, she’s proven she not only belongs here, but she is every bit the queen we all needed.

That I fucking needed.

I watch as Johnny’s hands roam over her body. His eyes meet mine, a request for permission, and I allow it, tipping my chin in approval while a smirk pulls at my lips. His touch is firm but careful. His respect for the dynamic we’ve established clear in every movement he makes. He’s hungry, that much is obvious, but he knows his limits.

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