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REMY

I lean against the doorframe, watching Eden work her magic behind the microphone. Her voice carries that perfect blend of authority and intrigue that hooks listeners. The way she weaves her stories, building tension with carefully chosen words and strategic pauses—it’s like watching an artist at work.

“And that’s all for this week’s episode of Shadow Stories. Remember, sometimes the darkest tales hide in plain sight. This is Eden Love, signing off.”

She removes her headphones and meets my gaze, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The professional mask slips a fraction, revealing the woman I’ve come to know beneath.

Through the window, I spot Lars directing Cade and Gage as they finish securing our operation. They’ve gotten efficient at this—shifting everything into the hidden compartments built into the carnival rides.Lars gives me a subtle nod, confirming everything’s locked down tight.

“Your delivery was perfect,” I tell Eden, stepping into her makeshift studio. “How you spun that story about following leads in Michigan will keep anyone from looking in our direction.”

Eden organizes her notes. “I’ve built my reputation on thorough research and following evidence. No one will question why I’m heading north to investigate a cold case.”

I watch her hands move across her desk, remembering how those fingers wrote obsessive notes about me. She’s using those skills to protect what we’ve built here. The irony isn’t lost on me.

Lars appears in the doorway. “Everything’s secured. Gage did an extra sweep of the perimeter. We’re clean.”

I nod, knowing I can trust their thoroughness. We’ve all got too much at stake to get sloppy now.

I shift my stance, trying to ease the pressure in my jeans after watching Eden work. Her voice and how she controls her narrative are like foreplay as I watch her manipulate her audience.

“One of you should update Ty,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I’ll help Eden finish up here.”

Lars watches us with that knowing smirk playing across his face. He’s seen right through my excuse to stay behind.

“Sure thing,” he drawls, deliberately slow. “I’ll let him know everything’s wrapped up tight.”

My cock throbs as Eden bends over to collect some papers that slipped to the floor. The curve of her ass in that tight skirt is pure torture. She knows exactly what she’s doing because my little stalker has learned how to play her own games.

“Get out of here,” I growl at Lars, not taking my eyes off Eden.

His chuckle follows him out the door, but I barely register it. All my focus is on the way Eden’s fingers trail across her desk.

I slide my hand into Eden’s hair, gripping tight as I claim her mouth. Her lips part instantly, eager and willing. The way she melts against me sends fire racing through my veins.

“You’re so good at playing your role,” I murmur against her lips. “Such a poised, professional podcaster, but we both know what lies beneath that mask, don’t we?”

Eden whimpers, pressing closer. Her fingers clutch at my shirt as if afraid I’ll disappear.

I break the kiss, drinking in her flushed cheeks and dazed expression. “I think it’s time we pushed your boundaries a little further.” I trail my fingers down her neck. “How about we take this somewhere more public?”

Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with excitement. “What do you mean?”

“The Ferris wheel is still running,” I state, watching her process the suggestion. “Think you can keep that professional mask in place while everyone watches us?”

“But someone could see...” she whispers.

“That’s the point.” I nip at her ear. “Time to show everyone who you belong to.”

As I expected, her resistance crumbles. The thought of being exposed, of others witnessing her submission, both thrills and frightens her.

“Yes,” she utters.

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want that. Please.”

The desperation in her voice makes my control slip. I pull her roughly against me. “Then let’s go give them a show.”

I guide Eden through the bustling carnival crowd, my hand firm on the small of her back. The neon lights paint her skin in shifting colors, and the pulse of the music matches my heightened anticipation.

“Perfect timing,” I murmur as we approach the Ferris wheel. “Lars is operating it tonight.”

Eden’s breath catches as Lars gives us a knowing smirk, helping us into our cage. The metal bar locks into place with a satisfying click.

As we begin to rise, I slide my hand onto Eden’s thigh, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. The wheel stops halfway up, suspending us and giving us a view of the carnival spread below.

“Look at all those people,” I whisper against her ear. “Any one of them could look up here and see what a needy little slut you are for me.”

Eden squirms in her seat, but I hold her firmly in place. My fingers trace higher up her thigh, teasing the edge of her skirt.

“Please,” she begs, glancing nervously at the crowd below.

“Please, what?” I slip my hand under her skirt, finding her already wet through her panties. “You want everyone to see how desperate you are for me?”

The wheel moves again, taking us higher. Eden’s hips buck against my hand as I push her panties aside.

“Stay still,” I command, sliding two fingers inside her. “Unless you want them all to know exactly what we’re doing up here.”

She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her hands gripping the safety bar until her knuckles turn white. The carnival lights flash across her face, highlighting her struggle to maintain composure as I curl my fingers inside her.

“That’s it,” I growl softly. “Keep that perfect mask in place while I make you fall apart.”

My fingers move inside Eden as the Ferris wheel creaks higher. I watch her struggle to stay quiet. Her walls clench around me with each slow thrust, and I can feel her thighs trembling against my hand.

“Look down there,” I whisper in her ear. “See Lars watching us? He knows exactly what I’m doing to you right now.”

Eden’s breath hitches, her eyes darting to where Lars stands at the controls. The flush on her cheeks deepens when he smirks up at us.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, curling my fingers to hit that spot that makes her squirm. “Fighting so hard to keep quiet while I play with you in front of everyone.”

The wheel stops again, leaving us suspended at the very top. My cock strains against my jeans as Eden rocks her hips, desperately seeking more.

“Please,” she whimpers, barely audible over the carnival music. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I press my thumb against her clit. “But first, I want you to look out there. All those people could look up and see you falling apart on my fingers.”

Eden’s pussy clenches tight around them at my words, and I know she’s close. The thought of being exposed, of others witnessing her submission, drives her to the edge, as I knew it would.

“That’s right,” I encourage. “Show me how much you love being watched.”

I increase my pace, feeling Eden’s walls flutter around my fingers. Her breath comes in short gasps as she fights to stay quiet. The carnival music below barely masks her whimpers.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear. “Let go for me. Show everyone what I do to you.”

Eden’s head falls against my shoulder, her body trembling. I can feel her getting closer, her pussy gripping my fingers tighter with each thrust.

The wheel creaks as it moves again, and Eden lets out a strangled moan. The sudden motion and my relentless fingers push her right to the edge.

“Please, Remy,” she pants, her hips rocking against my hand.

I press my thumb harder against her clit, curling my fingers inside her. “Come for me, beautiful. Let them all see who you belong to.”

Her orgasm hits hard, her body going rigid beside me as she fights to stay quiet. I keep my fingers moving, drawing out her pleasure until she’s shaking and overstimulated.

The wheel brings us down to ground level, where Lars waits with that knowing smirk. Eden can barely meet his eyes as we step off, her legs unsteady.

I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her close as we walk away from the ride. Her skin is flushed, and I can feel the slight tremors running through her body.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper, guiding her toward my trailer. “But we’re not done yet.”

I guide Eden through the carnival, my hand firm on her lower back. She’s still trembling from her orgasm on the Ferris wheel. The haunted house looms ahead, its facade decorated with cobwebs and flickering lights.

A few carnival-goers mill around the entrance, but it’s quieter than the main midway. Perfect. The actress playing a ghost bride waves people through with theatrical moans.

“Time for another lesson in control,” I murmur against Eden’s ear. “Let’s see how quiet you can stay when I’m balls deep inside of you, and there are people just feet away in the dark.”

Eden’s breath catches as I lead her past the ticket booth. Gage nods at us from behind his skull mask. Inside, strobe lights flash intermittently, casting eerie shadows across the narrow corridor.

I can hear other groups ahead of us, their screams and laughter echoing through the maze-like structure. The sounds will provide decent cover, but Eden must still be careful.

“Remember,” I whisper, pulling her against me as we pass through the first room. “One sound, and everyone will know what we’re doing.”

Eden presses closer, her fingers gripping my shirt. The excited tension in her body tells me the risk of discovery arouses her.

A group passes through a connecting hallway, their flashlight beams dancing across the walls. Eden holds her breath until they move on, but I can feel her heart racing against my chest.

“Good girl,” I praise, backing her into a shadowy corner. “Now, let’s see how quiet you can be.”

I press Eden against the wall, sliding my hand up her thigh. Her skin is still flushed and sensitive from her orgasm on the Ferris wheel. The strobe lights cast intermittent shadows across her face.

A group’s screams echo from the next room, followed by nervous laughter. Eden tenses against me, but I run my finger through her cunt.

“The famous podcaster, so professional on air... if only your listeners could see you now.”

I unzip my jeans, my cock hard as stone. Eden’s breath hitches as I lift her, pinning her between my body and the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively.

The sound of approaching footsteps makes Eden grip me tighter. I slide into her cunt as another group’s flashlight beam sweeps past our corner. Eden buries her face in my neck to muffle her moan.

“That’s it,” I growl, starting a slow rhythm. “Keep quiet while I fuck you right here where anyone could see.”

Eden’s walls clench around me at my words, and I know she’s already close again. The threat of discovery, the darkness, the intermittent screams from other carnival-goers—it’s all feeding into her fantasies.

I thrust deeper, holding her firmly against the wall. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she fights to stay silent. The strobe lights flash across her face, capturing moments of pure ecstasy as she takes every inch of me.

More footsteps approach, and Eden’s whole body tenses. Her cunt squeezes around my cock as a group passes feet away from us. Their flashlight beams dance across the walls, but our dark corner keeps us hidden.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her ear, never stopping my steady rhythm. “Taking my cock so well while strangers walk right past us.”

Eden’s fingers dig deeper into my shoulders. I can feel her trembling, caught between the fear of discovery and the thrill of being used like this. Her walls flutter around me, warning me she’s close again.

A mechanical witch cackles nearby, making Eden jump. The sudden movement drives me deeper inside her, and she has to bite her lip to stay quiet.

“Just like that,” I murmur roughly. “Keep that pretty mouth shut while I fill your greedy cunt.”

I can see the flush spreading across her chest, even in the dim light. My little slut loves being talked to like this, being reminded of exactly what she is.

The haunted house’s soundtrack covers the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt, but Eden still has to muffle her whimpers against my shoulder. Each thrust pushes her closer to the edge, her body declaring how much she needs this.

I grip her ass tighter, changing the angle. Eden moans as I hit that spot deep inside her. Her walls grip me like a vice, telling me she’s right there.

“Come for me,” I command in a harsh whisper. “Show me how much you love being fucked where anyone could catch us.”

Eden’s pussy spasms around my cock as she comes, her whole body bowing with the force of her orgasm. I have to clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle her cry as she falls apart.

“That’s my good girl,” I growl against her ear, never stopping my thrusts. “Taking my cock so perfectly while trying to stay quiet. Otherwise, the whole damn carnival will hear you getting fucked.”

The sight of her fighting to stay silent through her release, combined with her tight muscles gripping me, pushes me right to the edge. I bury myself inside her, flooding her with my cum as another group’s screams echo through the haunted house.

Eden clings to me, her legs trembling around my waist as I keep her pinned to the wall. Her breath comes in short gasps against my palm, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

“Such a perfect little slut,” I murmur, slowly removing my hand from her mouth.

She whimpers as I pull out, my cum dripping down her thighs. The strobe lights catch the wetness glistening on her skin, making her look even more debauched.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I tuck myself back into my jeans before adjusting her skirt. “First, you’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your legs, knowing that everyone can see what I’ve done to you.”

I guide Eden toward the exit, my hand firm on her lower back. Her legs are unsteady with each step, and I can see the evidence of our encounter glistening on her thighs in the dim light. The walk of shame turns her on—I can tell by the way she presses closer to me, seeking protection even as her arousal builds again.

The exit door creaks open, spilling harsh carnival lights across Eden’s flushed face. Her hair is messed up, lipstick smeared, and her skirt is crooked despite my attempts to straighten it. She looks thoroughly claimed.

Lars appears around the corner, nearly colliding with us. His eyes sweep over Eden’s disheveled state, taking in her glazed expression and unsteady stance.

“Damn, Remy.” He smirks, crossing his arms. “You sure know how to give the haunted house patrons a real show.”

Eden’s cheeks flush darker as she tries to smooth her hair, but it’s useless. Every inch of her screams “freshly fucked.”

“Shut up, Lars,” I warn, but in jest.

“Hey, at least you’re putting the attraction to good use.” He winks at Eden, who can barely meet his eyes. “Though maybe we should rename it the ‘Horny House’ now.”

I steer Eden toward my trailer, leaving Lars’s laughter behind us.

Fuck. She’s gotten so deep under my skin that I can feel her in my veins. Every breath she takes and every subtle movement resonates through me like a tuning fork struck against a bone. I didn’t plan for this visceral need that goes beyond mere possession.

I glance at her flushed face, seeing the marks I’ve left on her neck and how her lips are still swollen from our kisses. My fingerprints are all over her and yet it’s not enough. I want to crawl inside her mind, own every thought, every fantasy.

The worst part? She owns me right back. My little stalker has turned the tables, making me obsess over her as much as she does over me. Each whimper, each desperate plea, each time she submits, feeds something in me that I can’t control.

I’ve dealt with obsession before. I’ve handled people who thought they could get close to me. But Eden? She slipped past every defense, every wall, with those knowing eyes. She sees the monster in me and doesn’t flinch; she fucking welcomes it.

The realization hits me harder than any punch: I need her. Not just want, not just desire. It’s a need. Like breathing. Like blood in my veins. She’s become essential to my existence in a way that should terrify me but instead makes me want to tear apart anyone who’d try to separate us.