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Wrath

Sitting at the kitchen table, I’m opposite Hell and Soul, both just gawking at me. Soul’s green pet lizard, Toxin, is perched on his shoulder, its sharp claws piercing into his tatted skin, but Soul’s unaffected, as usual.

The lizard’s orange eyes are staring at me too, it’s pink tongue that resembles close to Soul’s snaking out now and then, and I start getting agitated.

“So, how the fuck has this happened?” Hell asks as I lift my icy glass of water to my lips.

I lower the glass calmly onto the table after taking a sip, my eyes following the movement, and I lick my lips.

“What? No one taught you about the birds and the bees, Hell?” I taunt lowly, my crimson gaze flicking up to his spiral eye.

Soul snickers, but Hell just stares at me blankly, like he doesn’t even recognize who the fuck I am.

I lean in, forearms resting on the wood.

“It’s simple,” I growl. “I fucking wanted her. I got what I wanted.”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Hell states. “It’s the fact you’re fucking her, but she’s not hanging dead in chains while you’re doing it.”

Soul’s eyes snap wide, now clicking onto what conversation we’re having, and my gaze darts to his as he leans forward.

“Wait. You’re fucking the new girl? I knew I heard you screwing someone last night. You had her screaming loud.”

“Aurelia.” I snarl the correction back at him before slumping against my chair.

“Oooooo,” Soul taunts, wiggling his fingers in front of me, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Spell broken.”

I arch an eyebrow, my gaze sharp and unamused, before I slide out of my seat with a quiet exhale, done with conversation.

“I’ve got shit to do,” I mutter, turning and walking away, the urgency of getting things ready for Dark Night already eating away at my mind.

It’s about an hour before Dark Night begins. I should be backstage, getting ready for the chaos to come, but instead, I’m hidden in a shadowed corner of the Cirque, behind a heavy curtain, unable to pull my dick away from Aurelia’s throat.

She’s on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock with a hunger that makes my grip tighten in her hair. She deepthroats me relentlessly, and I’m struggling to hold back the guttural sounds building in my throat as footsteps pass just feet away on the other side of the curtain.

Her rhythm is punishing as she sucks me up and down, and I feel the tension coil low, tight, and consuming. My hand trembles. My vision blurs. The pleasure mounts, sharp and sudden, until—

My cum surges past the pierced tip and shoots down her hot throat.

A low growl rips from my chest as I hold her there, buried to the base, choking her slightly while she swallows every last drop of the filth she just drew from me.

The control, the sight—it’s fucking intoxicating.

I gaze down through dark, heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving as I release my grip. She rises calmly, wiping the corners of her mouth with two fingers, completely composed like we didn’t just ruin each other.

She’s dressed like one of us tonight, dark, sleek and commanding, but she won’t be participating, not yet. She’s here to watch and learn.

And once the mayhem of the night ends, once the blood dries and the screams fade—I plan to destroy her all over again.

After tightening my belt, I pull back the curtain and peer into the Cirque, scanning the space to see how many have arrived. The crowd’s building and as usual, they’re unaware of what waits for them.

Suddenly, Blush strolls by, throwing a quick glance our way. She winks at Aurelia with a sly little smirk before slipping inside.

Then I feel Aurelia’s soft hands on my abs. She presses herself against me, her gold eyes locking onto mine like they’re reading every thought in my head.

“How about we have some fun after all this?” she murmurs, like it’s an idea, like she had a fucking choice in the first place.

She glances toward the curtain where Blush disappeared, then back at me, eyes glinting with something dark.

“Blush said you like to dominate two girls at the same time. Is that true?”

My brow lifts, and I inhale deeply, glancing away as I think it over. Yeah, I’ve fucked two girls at once before, more than a few times, but it’s not about a fetish. It’s about control and the power feels different when it’s two instead of one. It’s more… intense and cruel.

But at Oddity? Rumours spread like wildfire and one whispered story turns into gospel by the next night.

“Would you fuck us both tonight? Together?”

My eyes snap down to her, caught off guard. Not by the idea, but by the fact she wants to fuckingshareme.

“You’re into pussy now?” I ask, voice low, rough with curiosity.

She smiles wide, her gaze dragging down the lines of my body, burning with need. Her eyes trace every inked swirl carved into my skin like they’re following a map to something prohibited.

“No, I’m into all ofyou, and your cock is very much included in that,” she purrs, her voice silk-wrapped sin. “It just got me curious, and it clicked.”

Her gold eyes flick back up to mine, gleaming with mischief.

“I’d love to see you from a different angle—screwing someone violently. I want to hear how loud you can make her scream. How wet you can make a pussy that’s never had dick before. Just for me.”

I inhale slow and sharp, heat flooding my veins as arousal surges, strong and immediate. She rises onto her toes, one arm snaking around the back of my neck, pulling herself close enough for her breath to brush my jaw.

“Just the once,” she whispers, lips near mine. “Just this dirty, dark fantasy. But you can say no, of course.”

She says it like an option, but the glint in her eyes tells me she already knows the answer.

“I’m not supposed to fuck Oddity girls—Shadow’s girls—it’s against the rules,” I growl, the truth scraping out of me like gravel. The memory of the last time I broke that rule flashes in my mind—when I lost my mercy, a few years ago, because I let my urges overrule loyalty.

She nods once, slow, the light in her eyes dimming just slightly, but enough to gut me.

“But…” I start, because for her, I’d tear every fucking rule to shreds. “I will. For you. Just don’t youdaretake shit to offence. I’m only fuckingyours.”

I press two fingers to her chest. “In here.”

Her smile returns, soft but burning, and this time it presses right against my lips. My hand slides into the back of her hair, threading through those strands like silk, then I suddenly fist it tight and yank her head back.

She gasps, her lips parting, eyes wide with that familiar mix of shock and desire.

“But I want you to do something for me in return…”

“Of course,” she whispers without hesitation. “What is it?”

“I want to drug you…” I snarl into her mouth, and her breath gets caught. “Let your mind slip sideways until you don’t know your own fucking name, only mine.”

I pause, letting the words settle before continuing. “I’ll take you in the cold—lock you in the dark where breath crystalizes, and time forgets you exist. Let your heartbeat slow to something pitiful,” my hand drags down her spine and I sense the shudder rippling through her.

“And when you're nothing but my lifeless little corpse—pretty lips blue, your warmth stolen from your veins, I’ll fuck you cruelly back to life. Not out of mercy. Out of obsession. Out of the need to hear your body remembering who the fuck it belongs to. I want to own the moment your soul realizes it can’t die without me.”

“Is… is that you asking for consent for once?” she murmurs, and I can almost feel her heartbeat thudding hard against my chest.

“Well, it’s risky,” I growl low, my voice rough with restraint.

My grip in her hair doesn’t loosen. If anything, it tightens just enough to remind her who the fuck’s still in control.

But yeah, this… this matters in some twisted way. What I want from her isn’t just about dominance. It’s trust. It’s stepping into something far deeper and darker.

“Well, maybe I didn’t want you to ask. Maybe I wanted you to just do it, like the unhinged fucking nightmare you are. The same one I can’t stop crawling back to because I trust every part of you.”

The answer tears through me like a blade.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, my little corpse,” I murmur against her lips, then I claim her mouth, hard. It’s not gentle. It’s not meant to be. I steal her breath like it belongs to me, like I fucking earned it.

Suddenly, I hear a male clear his throat behind me, and my body tenses like a snapped wire, lips tearing from hers.

I know exactly who the fuck it is.

I stand upright, every muscle locked, while Aurelia slowly lowers herself, her golden eyes fixed on the visitor.

I side-eye, jaw clenching as he steps forward casually, but there’s nothing casual about the way he stares down at my little corpse. His thick glasses catch the dim light, hiding whatever venom's stirring behind them, and something tightens in my chest, something close to dread.

I didn’t want him to meet her. Not now. Not likethis. Not fucking ever.

They lock eyes, narrowed, tense in a silent standoff that doesn’t need words to crackle. Then, with a sudden burst of artificial charm, Valen holds out his hand and plasters on that big, fake-ass, creepy smile.

“I’m Valen. Wrath’s godfather,” he announces like he’s delivering news that should matter.

My gaze shifts to him, and sure enough, there it is. That fucking eye twitch. A tic that’s always pissed me off. I’ve thought about stabbing it more than once. It flares worse when he’s agitated, and right now, it’s dancing like it’s got something to say.

Her hand meets his cautiously, fingers barely brushing his palm, like she canfeelwhat he is beneath the skin. Like she knows fucking evil he is and how many women have died by those hands.

But now he’s using them to touchwhat’s mine.

The thought curdles hot in my stomach, and my mind twists dark and violent. I picture severing that smug hand clean at the wrist, just to see if he can still twitch that fucking eye while he bleeds.

“Aurelia,” she replies evenly, chin tilted up, holding her ground like she’s not even slightly afraid of the monster standing in front of her.

Valen’s gaze flicks to her upper arm and something in that moment tightening between all three of us before she rips her hand back like his touch burned.

Then, without a word, she looks up at me to give a small nod. She moves past us both, walking toward the main tent, her back straight, her presence still lingering long after she’s gone.

Valen watches her go, carefully, like he’s memorizing the way she moves, then his eyes snap to mine.

My jaw locks as he turns, squaring his body to mine, as if he’s already poking a line he shouldn't cross.

“It makes sense now,” he mutters, like he’s piecing together something rotten and beneath him. I raise my chin as his dark eyes drag over me with open disdain. “You’re with a…girl.”

The word drips off his tongue like it’s filth.

I step forward, slow and careful, until my chest brushes his, the air between us humming with threat. My furious red eyes lock onto his, warning him to stay away from her without my voice.

His brow rises, chin lifting in tandem like he doesn’t believe a word of it. He thinks this is still a game he’s in control of. His eyes roam me, dissecting, calculating, then he calmly lifts a hand and brushes something invisible off my shoulder, the gesture infuriating.

“We’re alike more than you’ll ever realize,son,” he says, voice almost fatherly, but dripping with something deadly. “This won’t last… Pussy comes and goes.”

His gaze sharpens, locking with mine. “I made you. And I don’t doubt for a second you’ll do the right thing… and she’ll be a carcass soon.”

I seethe through tight teeth, but he doesn’t even flinch. He just stands there, still wearing that quiet and smug calm like armor.

We stare at each other, unblinking, two predators in a room too small for both of us.

Then, with a slight nod, he turns and walks away like nothing I said mattered. I watch every step he takes, my gaze fixed on his back until he disappears into the main tent.

Only then do I glance down at my hands, fingers splayed, the faintest tremble running through them like aftershocks from a wrath I didn’t unleash.

When I spot Soul striding past, I lunge forward and grab his arm.

He halts immediately, his green eyes flicking down to where my hand grips him, like I’ve touched something sacred without permission.

I let go, starting to sign and his eyes lift to my fingers.

Stay close tonight. I have plans.

His brow arches, but he gives a single, silent nod before turning and walking off to prep for the show.

So, Aurelia wants to share me? Fine. But let’s see how her little wet cunt reacts when I share her. Two can play this fucked-up game. Plus, Soul being there might stop me doing something stupid.