King looks between us, smirking. “Well, fuck, don’t stop on my account…”
Killian flips him off while placing my feet back on the ground. Before I can run off and back into the tent, he picks me up from the back of my thighs, lifting me around his waist. I wrap them around him to gain balance. As he begins walking backward, he starts pushing me up against the tent. The full moon hangs behind him, offering me the perfect light to shadow his features. Only they’re mostly hidden by the clown makeup.
“Who are you?” he asks, tilting his head and searching my face.
“What? Saskia Royal, now put me down.”
He presses his crotch into me farther, and my mouth slams closed. This is not really where I want to be with Killian right now, it’s a danger zone for me. I don’t think I’m weak on any account, but my restraint is being tested.
Shit fuck. I’m in the deep end.
His hand comes to the front of my throat, squeezing slightly before releasing. His lips fall over mine. “Kiss me.”
I shove his shoulder, shocked. “No!”
“Are you saying that you don’t want to?” His head cocks even more. “Pretty sure if I slip your panties to the side, your pussy would be drippin’.” He leans down to the side of my neck and sucks my flesh between his teeth. “And I bet the bitch is fucking screaming my name…” Did he just call my pussy a bitch?
I suck in a breath, counting to ten to compose myself. “Maybe.” Then I push off him just as he releases me, and my feet are finally safely back on the ground. I square my shoulders. “But I guess that’s a sound you will never hear. Maybe I’ll keep it to myself.” I shove away from him and quickly run into the dressing room. What the hell is his problem? I know that he wants to fuck me. Actually, he said that he didn’t want to anymore, but he has never outwardly been this obvious about it.
I take a seat and remove the items I wear for fire bending and dress in the clothes I need for our final dance and the final act. Slipping into fishnet tights, black shorts, thigh-high boots, a black lace bralette and a loose crop to go over it, I tidy up my makeup and ruffle my hair even more. My skin is on fire, recklessness taking hold of my body. I feel animalistic, like havoc is what needs to be caused.
“Are you okay?” Perse asks, walking up behind Val and Kenan. Val gives me a strange look before removing her clothes and putting on what she wears for the final act. Which is next to nothing. She doesn’t even make the crowd or boys work for her sex show, she just exists with it. It’s good to drop breadcrumbs when you’re being sexual, because it offers people a taste of what could come. Only I leave them starving, with the taste of me lingering on their lips. Midnight Mayhem is a great offering to adults who not only enjoy an excellent, mind-altering and hallucinatory show, but also those who live in the shadows of their sexual desires. We have security placed everywhere and don’t allow the audience to have sex while watching, but from what I’ve heard, there have been many cases where couples have tried.
“Yeah,” I grumble, running a brush through my long hair. “It’s just Killian.”
“Huh,” Perse mutters, almost to herself. She comes closer toward me, her hands clenched around the back of my chair. “Please remember, Sass,” she whispers, looking over her shoulder briefly. “These boys are not to be taken lightly.” She turns farther, taking a seat on Kenan’s chair.
She exhales. “I need you to sleep with Killian.”
“What!” I snap, rather loudly, because everyone within our distance all turn to see what the problem is. I lower my voice. “Why would you say that?”
Perse watches me nervously. “You both, and so much more him, seem to have this draw to each other. Which is fine, but it’s distracting him, and I can’t have it distracting you.”
I think over her words, and before I can form anything that is even worth replying, I laugh. Full clutch my belly laugh. “No. I’m not doing that.” I turn back around and wipe the lipstick off my lips. You can’t have lipstick on for the final act.
“Saskia…” Perse exhales. I bring my eyes to hers in the mirror. “I know that you think you can handle Killian, but you can’t.”
I ignore her by this point. I love Perse. She’s my closest friend here apart from Kenan, but she really needs to stop talking. Her logic doesn’t make sense to me.
“Can we not do this right now? Can we talk later?” I plead softly.