“I have never claimed to be anything else,” he replies before kissing me with renewed passion.
I feel the net dig into my skin under me, and I savor the sensation, savor the feeling of being held here against my will. Gemini has trapped me in every sense of the word.
And I …
Don’t care.
“Now, imagine me fucking you full of my heir,” he says with a growl. “How divine it will feel.”
My back arches at his depraved words. A second orgasm pushes me to the very edge of sanity, but I still manage to croak a small, “Never.”
Gemini laughs before catching my bottom lip with his teeth, then releasing it. “Look at you. Your body craves it, pet.” Bending one of my legs upward, he deepens the position and begins to fuck me with even more passion, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside with every thrust. “You’ll look so pretty with my cum making a mess of your pussy,” he groans, his neck cording with the effort.
My climax crests just as he possessively licks my neck, and my mouth falls open, his name on my tongue. He curses when he hears his name and savagely fucks me through my orgasm until I feel him throb deep inside of me.
“Can you feel it?” he says almost ominously as his voice strains with his own climax. “Even my seed is at home inside your womb.”
My pussy flutters around him as if I’ve lost all control. Gemini’s words light me aflame, even when I claim to hate the idea.
His laugh is a lot more sweet-tempered this time, as if his mask has slipped and it’s the real Gemini Foley who’s gazing into my eyes while stroking the hair off my face.
No games.
No motives.
Just two burning bodies, entangled in a safety net, ravaged and undone.
29
GEMINI
The circus is abuzz tonight. It pulses under my skin in turn. There’s a bouquet of lies floating in the air as I pass the crowded stands, the scent of it just as potent as the perfume of buttered popcorn tickling everyone’s nostrils.
There are countless reasons to lie. And the citizens of Pravitia will find any reason not to tell the truth, especially in an establishment like Animus, influenced by the god of trickery.
Lies taste even sweeter here.
It’s why crowds enliven me. They are always so full of snakes. Because morality is but an illusion. And nothing tickles me more than people lying, especially to themselves.
Speaking of liars …
“My beloved,” I announce as I stroll into Veil’s dressing room.
She jumps when she hears my voice, but resumes what she was doing with a short huff and roll of the eyes. She sits at her large vanity, the mirror lined with bright bulbs, as she finishes applying her lipstick. She’s braided her silky hair and twisted it into a tight bun, leaving her neck and shoulders uncovered.
Her gold leotard reflects the light of the chandelier above our heads. I had it installed just for her. It sparkles with countless hanging crystals, catching the light and twinkling across the walls. Nothing too extravagant for my little thieving doll.
My blood heats just at the sight of her sitting there, her attitude at my sudden appearance sparking the flame even hotter.
I have been beside myself since last night. Every depraved thing I have ever done in this life—or will do in the next—holds no candle to watching Veil finally crack and cave to her darkest desires.
And for that desire to be me?
Oh.
What a mouthwatering experience that was.
Her cunt was just as perfect as I’d fantasized.
