Page 48 of Carnival Shadows

“No one can know what I am or want.” The confession tumbles from my mouth as I arch my back, meeting his powerful thrusts. “This can’t ever leave this trailer, but I want you to show me exactly how powerful you are.”

He growls against my skin. “You want to be mine? To belong to me?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my back arching as a coil of pleasure tightens deep within. “I want everyone to think I’m scared, that you forced me, that I’m your victim... but underneath, I want to be yours.”

His teeth find my ear, biting down gently. “And how would you prove yourself to me, little stalker?”

“Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” I’m breathless now, the pleasure making me lightheaded. “I want to prove my devotion, my surrender. Anything.”

His fingers dig into my hips, leaving bruises I’ll treasure. “Would you beg me to kill for you?”

“Oh God, yes...” I’m on the edge now, every nerve singing. “I need to know I’m capable of it. That I can give in to the same depravity I’ve obsessed over and just let go. But...”

“But what?” His voice drops low, commanding.

“But I’d only do it for you.” I force the words past my lips as my walls clench around him. “Only to prove my loyalty to you. I want to give you that gift.”

He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You’ll do anything I ask?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my back arching. “Anything.”

His grip on my throat tightens, and the pressure sends me tumbling over the edge. My vision whites out as my body clenches around him. My release coats his cock, gripping him with my pulsing walls.

“That’s it, little stalker,” he growls in my ear, hips still moving. “Come all over my cock.”

My hands claw the shower wall. The helplessness is exhilarating. Remy controls my pleasure, my body, my very breath. The confession that I need this, him, hangs unspoken between us.

He continues to move inside me, chasing his own release. My core twitches around him, pulling out every last drop as he roars.

There’s no denying now that I’m his. Every part of me has surrendered to the powerful man behind me, and there’s no going back. This is where I belong.

24

REMY

Iwatch Eden’s fingers dance across her phone screen as she posts the staged photo we took this morning. It’s a simple shot at the carnival, making it seem like she’s still pursuing her investigation. It’s a perfect alibi. My plan is working flawlessly.

Last night’s blood-soaked encounter revealed something deeper about her—a deviant side that mirrors my own. The way her eyes lit up at the evidence of violence on my body, how she tenderly cleaned my wounds while thrumming with excitement. I’ve never met anyone who understands this part of me.

“You can walk the grounds today,” I tell her, watching her expression brighten. “The carnival’s closed, so stick to the back areas.”

Eden’s eyes widen with surprise. “Really?”

I step closer, towering over her. “If you even think about running...” My voice drops low as I trace a finger along her jaw. “Remember our little chase in the forest? How I hunted you down, tracked your every move?” I feel her shiver at the memory. “Next time won’t be nearly as fun for you.”

She swallows hard but holds my gaze. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” I pull back, assessing her reaction. There’s no fear in her eyes, only acceptance and that familiar dark gleam that first drew me to her. “Stay within sight of my crew. They’ll be watching.”

Eden nods, already moving toward the door with barely contained excitement. I know she won’t run. She’s too invested now, too fascinated by the dark side she’s discovered here. More importantly, she’s mine.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Ty’s message is brief.

Office. Now.

Leaving Eden exploring near my trailer, I cross the empty carnival grounds. The morning sun casts long shadows between the rides and game stalls. My boots crunch against loose gravel as I approach Ty’s office trailer.

Inside, Ty sits behind his cluttered desk, fingers drumming against the worn wood. His expression is grim.

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