Page 61 of Carnival Shadows

“You like the idea of fucking over our first victim.” It’s not a question, but I must hear her say it anyway.

“God, yes.” Her hands reach for me, tugging at my shirt. “I love the idea of being so depraved together.”

I let her tear my shirt over my head, then reach for the button of my jeans.

“Wait.” She stops me, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I don’t hesitate. Kicking off my shoes and socks, I strip for her while she lies on the freshly turned earth. The night air hits my bare skin, but I’m on fire. The chill does nothing to dampen my craving as I step out of my jeans, standing before her in all my naked glory.

Her gaze roams over me, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. I flex my arms, enjoying how her eyes widen at the play ofmuscle. When her gaze lingers on certain parts of my anatomy, I’m glad for the cold night air.

“Now.” She pats the ground beside her. “Take me right here.”

I need no further invitation. My body is demanding release, and I’m ready to give in.

Kneeling between her legs, I hook her knees over my shoulders and sink into her cunt.

Our tempo starts fast and urgent, each thrust devouring the space between us. My hands find her hips, guiding her against me as I drive into her. Her nails dig into my back, and her breath comes in sharp gasps.

“Deeper,” she pants, wrapping her legs around me. “Harder.”

I’ve never been one to deny a lady’s request. Gritting my teeth, I give her everything I’ve got.

The night air cools the sweat on my skin as I drive into Eden harder, her body arching beneath me. The fresh earth beneath us shifts with each thrust, reminding me of what we’ve done. Her hands claw at my back, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly tomorrow.

“You’re mine.” I drag my tongue over her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. “Tell me who owns you.”

“You do,” Eden gasps, her body tightening around me. “Only you, Remy.”

Her submission drives me wild. This woman, who’s stalked me and studied me, now lies beneath me on the grave we dug together.

I slide my hand between us, finding her clit. Her whole body jerks at my touch, a whimper escaping her. The sound echoes through the trees, unrestrained and so damn sexy.

“That’s it,” I encourage, circling it as I maintain my relentless pace. “Let me feel how much you want this.”

Eden’s response is immediate—her inner walls clamp down around me as she comes undone. Her cry of pleasure pierces thenight air. There’s no pretense here, no carefully crafted persona. This is pure Eden, stripped bare.

I follow her over the edge, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. For a moment, we’re both lost in the intensity of our shared release, our bodies locked on the disturbed earth.

The moon breaks through the clouds, casting silver light across Eden’s flushed skin. Her eyes meet mine, that obsessive gleam now mixed with what I can only describe as adoration. I’ve never seen anyone look at me like that, and it touches something I thought was long dead and cold—my heart.

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EDEN

The van pulls silently into its spot behind the maintenance trailer. My legs tremble with exhaustion as I climb out. Remy’s already pulling out the industrial-grade cleaning supplies we’d stored in the back.

“Help me with this,” he murmurs, pouring bleach into a bucket of water. We meticulously clean the wheelbarrow and shovels, getting into every crevice and joint. The sharp chemical smell burns my nose, but I know it’s destroying any DNA evidence that might have transferred from the body.

“Rinse it twice,” Remy instructs, handing me the water hose. “Then we’ll do one more bleach pass.”

My arms ache as I scrub, but the importance of being thorough overshadows my exhaustion. We’re both streaked with mud, blood, and sweat, our work clothes ready for burning. Finally, Remy inspects our tools under his flashlight, nodding with satisfaction before storing them back in their proper places.

“Almost there,” he says, his hand steady on my lower back as we go to the trailers. We stick to the shadows, conscious of the evidence we still carry on our bodies. A hot shower and cleanclothes await, the final step in erasing all traces of tonight’s work, but first, we need to inform Tyson what happened.

The carnival looks different at this hour—all the lights off, rides still, an eerie silence in the air. Our footsteps crunch on the gravel as we approach Ty’s trailer. The metal steps groan under our weight.

Remy pounds on Ty’s door with more force than necessary. “Ty! Wake up!”

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