Page 47 of Carnival Shadows

I arch against him, begging for more. My body speaks a language my professional vocabulary never could, telling him exactly how much I crave his dark side. How perfectly his violence matches my own twisted fantasies.

Remy’s fingers dig into my hips as he maneuvers me into the bathroom. The small space feels oppressively intimate, his hard body crowding mine.

The shower roars to life, steam quickly filling the room. Remy strips us both with brutal efficiency, revealing the dark marks my nails left on his back in the forest yesterday. The sight makes something stir within me, a fierce possessiveness that mirrors his own.

He pushes me against the wall under the stinging hot spray, his mouth crashing down on mine. His kiss is frantic, devouring.

This is a staking of a claim. He angles my body to his liking, bending me over. Water cascades down my back.

“Can’t hide how much you want this,” His voice is a growl in my ear. “Your body can’t lie to me.” His fingers slide inside me, making me gasp. “My perfect little slut.”

I want to disagree, to tell him I’m not this person. That I’m a respectable podcaster, not some sex-crazed groupie. But as his fingers thrust inside me, I know it’s a lie.

I’m exactly this person. I always have been.

The proof is in the way my body opens for him, in the moan that tears from my throat, and in the slickness coating his fingers. I’m dripping for him.

His fingers leave me, only to be replaced by his cock. He pushes inside, filling me. My back arches at the delicious stretch, the feeling of being complete.

His hands grip my hips, so I know he’ll leave bruises as he starts to move. The burn between my legs builds a fierce ache that demands release.

I grip the shower wall as Remy’s hips slam against my ass, his blood-streaked chest pressed to my back. The water swirls pink down the drain, evidence of his violent night washing away.

“Tell me,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked by a killer.”

My breath catches. The metallic scent of blood mingles with steam, making my head spin. “I—I…”

He yanks my head back by my hair. “No more pretending. No more hiding behind your professional facade. Say it.”

“I love it,” I gasp as he drives deeper. “The blood, the violence, knowing what you’ve done, what you’re capable of; it makes me so wet.”

His bloody fingers slide around my throat. “Keep going.”

“I’ve interviewed dozens of killers, but none of them made me feel like this.” My words come out breathless. “I want your depravity—need it. The blood on your hands just makes me want you more.”

He groans against my neck, his grip tightening. “Such a twisted little thing, getting off on my violence.”

“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him. “I’ve never been more turned on than seeing you covered in blood. Knowing the power you wield...”

His teeth sink into my shoulder. “That’s it. Let me hear how depraved you really are.”

The confession breaks something loose inside me. “I want you to fuck me with blood still on your hands and to taste it whenyou kiss me. I want to watch you kill. Fuck. I need to witness how dangerous you are...”

Remy’s hands grip my throat and hips, controlling my every motion. His cock thrusts deeper, demanding my submission.

“I need to watch,” I gasp. “I want to be there when you do it again. When you kill. I need to see the life drain from their eyes. Witness the moment they realize they’re never leaving that room alive.”

His fingers tighten on my throat as he slams into me. My core clenches around him, and I cry out.

“You like the idea, don’t you?” His voice rumbles against my neck. “Imagining my hands around their throat. My blade sinking into their flesh.”

“Yes,” I moan. “I imagine them fighting, struggling... but you’re much stronger. They have no chance against you.”

“No one escapes me,” he growls, teeth grazing my shoulder. “And you’ll never escape either.”

“I don’t want to.” The truth spills from me, raw and uncontaminated by the pretenses I’ve constructed in my public life. “I chose this. You. I wanted you to catch me.”

“Smart girl.” His teeth find a sensitive spot on my neck, his cock pounding into me.

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