Chapter4
Imogen
Dean had to be the most frustrating man to be around, but his dick overpowered his arrogance. The man knew exactly what I needed, and every argument ended in a frenzied fuck that would take over his body. He'd forced me time and time again to tame him while the succubus watched on the sidelines, pushing him, whispering violence in his ear.
Something had come through with Dean. Something evil and toxic that loved the control it had on me. His aggressions had always been sexual, and I'd never let that demon bitch fully control him. I learned to give him what he wanted. A hostile takeover that always ended in sweet release. By the end of our hot encounter, he'd always taken me into his arms and kissed as if he couldn't breathe without me. Which wasn't far from the truth, and he was well aware of it. Sn abusive relationship to say the least, yet the punishment we both issued each other brought us a twisted peace.
Dean had come into Cirque Diabolique seeking something dark and dangerous, and he'd found it in the arms of an eager harlequin.
Harlequins are what the Ringmaster called our female clownettes. A harem kept uniquely to please Cirque Diabolique's demon. Harlequins were not meant to fall in love, simply seduce and comply with the client's desires. Unfortunately, this harlequin found love in the arms of a dark soul, or so the story goes.
Dean had been full of rage and self-destruction when he'd set his eyes on her. Her name was Josephine, and she was the prettiest abomination you could ever meet. What the woman touched became a target, and Dean was right in the middle of it. Full of chaos and a dark beauty he’d never witnessed before, he was stricken by her, and quickly fell.
I'd say what happened to him wasn't his fault, but who am I kidding. I've been protecting a murderer for too long and it's all blurred my vision.
The story goes that her ex-lover returned. Who was once a kind man was now twisted in jealousy and pride. He wanted one thing and he'd stop at nothing to get it.
Josephine was greedy, she wanted them both, but Dean was dangerous, and his rage knew no bounds. He forbade her to see him, to be anywhere near him, but Josephine - concubine that she was- didn't heed the warnings. She went to her ex-lover and gave him what he demanded.
What she didn't realize was that Dean had been following her. That he'd waited in the shadows, standing in front of them, watching and seething in venomous envy as she lowered herself onto her ex-lover’s cock, writhing and bouncing on a chair in that obscene way she enjoyed.
The succubus watched with him, enjoying the show, curling its hands around his shoulders and whispering how tempting it would be to watch blood drip from her fingertips.
It was enough to drive him insane, and as Josephine reached her peak, he reached out of the shadows, blade in his hand, and slit both their necks.
He slid back, allowing the demon to envelop him. Smiling as he watched the blood flow down her torso, dripping from her nipples until it reached her fingertips. As soon as the succubus was done feeding, she released him. And that’s when he ran, right into my hands.
He was a mess, talking gibberish and telling me how he wasn’t a murder. I told him to wait for me while I went to see what the commotion was about.
When I entered the tent, the Ringmaster was already there, staring at the sight before him. I made my way through the crowd of members of the cirque and froze right beside Lazarus.
I gasped, pressing a hand over my mouth.
"Jealous lover," Lazarus whispered.
The Ringmaster shook his head. "Too intimate. He was watching them…from right there." He pointed toward me, and I turned and found the darkness where Dean had stood.
I fled; the scene now impregnated in my head. Josephine's head lopped back, blood flowing down her and onto her lover whose mouth and eyes lay wide open, while he sat there motionless. She was still connected to him. Her eyes empty while him cum emptied out of her, mixing in with the blood on the floor.
The murder scene was a piece of art, and in my twisted darkness I knew what I had to do.
I ran to Dean, kneeling before him as he whispered nonsensical words while staring down at the floor. A wild look in his eyes as he tried to make sense of what just happened. I stroked his cheek and chest knowing his mind was elsewhere.
It was my only chance to redeem him. I slid my fingertips down to the hand that hung on the floor. The bloodied knife swayed against the ground, still dripping with fresh blood.
Gently, I removed it from his hand.
His eyes looked up into mine, confusion mixed with disbelief shone in them.
"Was it a nightmare?"
He looked so innocently handsome in that moment. Light brown hair, hazel eyes, a sharp jawline, a fine lined nose with feckless sprinkled lightly across it. He was perfect.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him into me, my lips barely a whisper on his.
"No more nightmares, love."
I slid the blade slowly into his heart, watching as his eyes widened in shock, his lips parted, and his eyes dilated. I began my incantation just as his soul tried to slip from those parted lips. I caught its essence, whispering to it, and trapping it once again.