Page 113 of Inside the Wicked

An hour later, I’m seriously regretting this decision.

It was Ana’s brilliant idea to wear face paint in an attempt to disguise ourselves since there’ll be plenty of it at the fair. So herewe are, with everyone in the Den bringing the most color this place has ever seen.

Ana can hardly stop giggling between her paint strokes, and I’m beginning to concern for what she’s drawing on my face. Coraline has painted big, impressive butterfly wings over each of Ana’s eyes in pinks and reds. Her hair is half pulled up in twin buns, braided at the fronts, with thick glitter down her part. She looks fucking adorable.

“No dicks on my face,” Rix warns Adam from behind us.

“I’m debating it since you won’t let me see what you did to my face,” Adam grumbles.

“I didn’t want to influence your idea of vengeance.”

“All done!” Ana exclaims, pulling back with a bright, giddy grin.

“I don’t think I want to look,” I say.

“Don’t be a killjoy.” Ana grabs the hand mirror, and I brace for the worst.

It’s not bad. I might actually admit it’s kind of cool. She’s painted a skull-like feature on the lower half of my face.

Ana grabs a black baseball cap and slips it onto my head as she straddles me in the seat. I grip her ass.

“You looked so sexy in the face covering the other night when you rescued me,” she purrs.

My cock hardens, and I want to grind her pussy on me with it being right there in her cute little denim shorts.

“I can’t kiss you right now, can I?” I groan.

“Absolutely not. We can mix red and black later, on the way home.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go anymore,” I murmur huskily, leaning for her neck.

Ana laughs, cringing away so I don’t smudge my black paint against her skin.

“I’m so looking forward to leaving a visible trace everywhere my mouth plans to devour you later.”

Ana pushes her hips froward subconsciously, and my hands tighten on her perfect round ass.

“Kids in the room,” Rix calls over to us. There’s no one under the age of twenty here.

I don’t even have it in me to scowl when I see the paint job Adam is finishing off, and the light amusement that rises in me feels so forgotten. When Ana tosses a look over her shoulder she bursts into laughter, still in my lap, and I join in too.

“What have you done, fucker?” Rix’s face falls in horror. He pushes Adam away and storms over to a mirror hanging on the wall. Ana passes her hand mirror to Adam.

When they realize what they’ve done, they turn to each other with flat looks.

“A pair of clowns seems fitting,” Ana giggles.

“So unoriginal,” Rix grumbles to Adam.

“You thought of the same thing,” he snipes back.

“Did you catch a look in the monitor reflection before you did mine?” Rix accuses.

“No! I figured it fit considering the circus I’ve had to endure with you.”

Rix fights a smile. I don’t know what’s between them. I don’t plan to.

“All right, let’s go. Should be in full swing and busy enough for us to get lost in the crowds,” Rix says.

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