Decadence After Dark: The Complete Collection (Dark Romance box set) : Owned, Claimed, Ruined, Lie With Me, Elicit (Decadence After Dark )

by M Never

“I know you wanna,” I taunt him, meandering over to the bedside. Kayne needs a push when it comes to fucking someone brand new. It’s been this way since day one. It’s gotten a little easier to coax him over the years, and once he gets going, there’s no stopping the running of the bull.

  He follows gradually behind me until we’re both gazing down at the naked beauty on the bed. Ready, waiting, and primed for the taking.

  “Touch yourself, Sugar,” I dictate. “Play with that pretty little pussy. Make us want to fuck you.”

  And like the obedient little bird she is, her hand flies to the apex of her thighs just as she murmurs, “Yes, Jett.”

  I have to stop myself from hunching over with unbridled desire. Those words, that voice. She’s like a goddamn siren, and I’m not the only one affected by her lure. I hear Kayne’s hard breathing and muffled groans as London touches herself, as she rubs her clit and dips her fingers into her damp entrance. Her breasts are full and round, with nipples pointed to an aroused perfection. I look up at the ceiling and watch from the ideal angle. Every line and curve and movement accentuated in the illuminated reflection.

  “Fuck,” Kayne mutters painfully behind me, and I know he’s ready to get this show on the road. He’s not the only one. I’m more than ready to delve into the prepped body lying before us.

  “Try her mouth,” I suggest, knowing he’s in for the dick sucking of his life.

  Kayne emits a low, rumbling groan as he unzips his pants. The sound of his belt buckle jingling as he crawls onto the mattress like the precision killer he is.

  I lean in and whisper in London’s ear as Kayne straddles her head. “No coming until I say so. Understand?” She nods as Kayne pokes his erection against her lips. She opens wide, and he slides his cock in deep without a second thought. “Keep touching yourself,” I order as London swallows Kayne whole. She whimpers in response as Kayne begins to fuck her face, sinking his thick, meaty shaft down her throat over and over again. His entire length disappears into her mouth until he’s buried to the fucking hilt.

  “Shit.” Kayne’s jaw tightens as he pumps his hips a little faster. London twitches beneath him, her hand fighting to stay in control as the movements against her pussy become fitful. She’s close. He’s close. And the sight of it all has me walking a flaming tightrope.

  I live vicariously through Kayne as he loses himself in the feel of London’s superlative mouth. Spying at every angle, I watch as the reflection from the mirrors offers me the perfect pornographic view. I shed my clothes in anticipation as Kayne speeds closer to his climax, drilling down London’s throat until every fiber of muscle in his arms is threaded, his stone chest is heaving, and hard face is contorting. I know what he’s feeling. The engulfing pleasure of an unsurpassed woman.

  “God, fucking swallow it.” His body shakes as he leaps off the edge, using London to his full advantage. She jams her fingers into her pussy as he comes down her throat like the savage he is . His roar of release is not only heard but felt by all three of us. I’m a fucking live wire by the time it’s all through. Cock throbbing with electricity as he pulls the entire length of his semi-hard shaft from her overstretched mouth.

  “Holy fuck.” He falls back onto the mattress to catch his breath, leaving me the opening I need to move in.

  “I told you.” I love to shove it in his face.

  “Know-it-all prick,” he shoots back as I remove London’s hand from her pussy and suck the sweetness from her fingers. She’s soaked and spent and so ready to be fucked. “You were a very good girl,” I praise her as I climb her resting body. “We’re not through with you yet, and soon, you’re going to get a very big reward.” I reach for the nightstand drawer and pull out a sleeve of condoms and bottle of lubricant. Rubbers are littered all over this house. Stuffed in every crack and crevice. I fucking swear I should own stock in latex.

  I pull her up to a sitting position and hand her two gold foil packets. She tears the first one open and sheaths my pierced cock with deft fingers. No more waiting. No more watching. It’s time to act. I want her on top of me, riding me hard, moaning my name, and coming when I command.

  Kayne pumps his re-hardening erection just before she wraps him up too. As soon as the latex is fully unrolled, I yank on her leash, pulling her up to her full height on her knees. With a tight grip on the leather, I attack her body, devouring her neck, her collarbone, moving south until I latch onto one of her nipples. Sucking the little nub until she groans. Until it’s a rock-hard pebble in my mouth. The three of us shift fluidly, my hold on her leash dictating the direction. I slide between her legs as Kayne saddles up behind her. This is nothing new. We’ve shared enough women to know the drill. Only this woman is different. She has a seductive pull unlike I’ve ever felt. I doubt Kayne picks up the same vibes as I do. He’s in it for purely physical satisfaction. Nothing more. It should be like that for me, as well. But every time I’m close to her, touch her, hear her breathe or laugh or talk, I just gravitate. It started from the moment we met and is getting stronger by the second.

  I tickle London’s clit before I toy with the fat plug lodged in her ass. I know it’s been wreaking havoc on her body, amplifying every move she makes.

  “Do you have any idea how badly I want to feel you come?” I play with the plug, pushing, pulling, and twisting it until she’s riding the metal. I glance up at Kayne after I hear the cap to the lube bottle click. He’s impatiently waiting to swoop in like a bird of prey.

  I dislodge the plug and toss it onto the mattress, giving Kayne exactly what he’s been thirsting for. Exactly the outlet he needs. A primed fucking hole with no strings attached. I grab onto London’s face and drag her down so our chests are touching just as Kayne enters her. He isn’t gentle or tender or soft or soothing. She emits a tiny, muffled pained cry before breathing through his intrusion. I knew she could handle him. I knew she could handle us. I kiss her lips as I slide my hand between her legs and massage her clit, attempting to ease the pressure. She moans softly as I learn all the secrets of her body. As I memorize her reactions to the places I touch. She likes her flesh rubbed slowly between two fingers and tickled deep in the center of her flowery tissue.

  By the time I’m done exploring, she’s wet and throbbing and so ready to be fucked. But I’m not ready to give up this precious moment yet. The fleeting seconds of our first connection, because it will never be this way again. A barrier will be broken that can never be put back into place. And although I’m eager to move past that boundary, I’m also reluctant to give up this prized first too fast.

  “Jett, please.” The plea escapes from her lips in a rushed pant as Kayne pumps into her ass and I take no mercy on her clit. Her body is tense, her eyes are screwed shut, and her back is curved in a torturous way. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please give me permission.” She fights the whiny tone trying to break through the firmness of her voice. Her strength and submission are beguiling.

  “Not until I’m inside you.” I dip two fingers into her soaked entrance and feel the strain of her muscles from Kayne’s relentless cock. “Do you want me inside you?” I goad her, wanting to hear her beg.

  “Yes,” she chokes.

  “Look at me and say it.” I remove my hand and trap her face. Kayne slows his pace, allowing me the opening I need. “London.” I jiggle her head lightly, coaxing her to open her eyes. When she finally does, I’m met by two deep blue pools of need and the most heart-wrenchingly soulless stare.

  “Please,” she begs, physically present but mentally removed. How complicated this woman is. How embroiled and entangled. I want to know every puzzling piece of her intimately, starting with how she sounds when she comes.

  I nudge the head of my cock against her pussy, then slide through her slick folds slowly, watching the reaction on her face as I fill her completely. As Kayne and I overtake her body and declare it ours. London’s lips part as I push deeper into her hot and slippery core. It’s ambrosial, lik
e I’m dipping my dick into a vat of warm honey.

  “You’re so fucking tight and wet . . . and beautiful.” The thought transforms into words before I can stop it. Luckily, I only admitted it loud enough for London to hear. There’s no visible reaction on her face, but her pussy clenches down mind-numbingly hard. I groan, thrusting my hips in a knee-jerk reaction. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock. Don’t hold back. We want the whole house to hear you.”

  Kayne takes that as his cue, and we start to move simultaneously. To riot, to dominate the ethereal creature sandwiched between us.

  London doesn’t disappoint on any level. Moaning and panting and crying as loud as possible as we fuck her. She never stops clenching, not for one second. The walls of her pussy clamped down like the Jaws of Life locked around my cock.

  “Fucking Christ.” I bang my head against the pillow as the sensations oscillate, as the momentum of Kayne’s hips forces London to ride me harder, faster, a blizzard mounting between the three of us.

  London’s stressed sounds elevate, reaching spine-tingling octaves.

  “That’s it. Let go,” I grind out, grabbing both of her large breasts and squeezing. She’s a sight to behold when she flies apart. Completely free and completely untamed, drowning my hammering cock in a flash flood of release. I nosedive seconds later, riding the wave of her climax, coming like I haven’t in years. Like a man who wasn’t just going through the motions, who actually lived, felt, experienced, and worshiped the ferociousness of a feral woman. And if any woman deserves my reverence, it’s London.

  Three depleted bodies lay in the dim light. London draped on top of me with Kayne a safe arm’s length away. Exactly where he likes to be. After a few collective moments, he rolls off the bed, grabs his pants off the floor, and walks out of the room buck-naked. Simple as that.

  The door clicks, and it’s just London and me alone in the stillness of the night. Exactly how I want it. Her skin heated against mine and soft to the touch. I run my fingertips up and down her spine, content in the serene moment. For the first time in years, I genuinely want to fall asleep with a woman in my arms and wake up next to her in the morning. I want her to be naked and nestled by my side, as satisfied as I am.

  My secret serenity is disturbed when London pushes herself off me. I grab her in a flash, taking us both by surprise.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as I slowly crack open my eyes.

  “Back to my room.”

  “Why?”

  She looks like she’s at a loss for words. “Because . . . We’re done?”

  “Are you asking me or telling me?” I toy with her.

  She bats her long eyelashes at me incredulously.

  “Do you want to go?” I inquire.

  “Do you want me to go?” she counters.

  “No,” I’m honest. “I want you to stay.” I tug on her arm lightly, but she doesn’t slide back down. It’s disappointing, but I remind myself we just met on top of being in an unusual situation. And I’m sure she doesn’t know what to make of me yet. And that’s okay. We have time to get acquainted on every level. I’m positive of this because, after tonight, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep her here, with me. False pretenses or not. “You know what else I want?”

  She shakes her head.

  “More of those cookies you made.”

  Her face lights up with surprise. Clearly not the answer she was expecting.

  “Really?”

  “Hell, yeah. Sugar is my weakness.” I run my hand along her bare curves, drawing her back to me. “If it’s sweet, I have to have it.” I hum seductively, clutching her face and tasting her lips.

  “Am I sweet?” she asks demurely.

  “I named you Sugar, didn’t I?”

  She doesn’t respond. Not verbally anyway, just with a pensive stare. I skim one finger down her cheek. This woman is a vortex, and I’m getting sucked in deep. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” I roll out of bed and remove the condom. Damn things. Always get snagged on the balls of my piercing. I toss the rubber then pull on my pants.

  “Where are you going?”

  I smile broadly at a naked London, lying in my bed. “To get our midnight snack.”

  “You’re going to get it?”

  “Yes.” I laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised? Never have a man wait on you before?”

  “Never.” She’s as serious as a sickness. My heart actually aches.

  I sit back down on the bed and caress her cheek. “You’re mine now. And a lot of things are going to change.”

  “A lot of things have already changed,” she admits meekly.

  “It’s just the beginning,” I assure her with a warm smile. I don’t know what horrific things have happened to her, but I can promise, while she’s under my roof, no one will ever hurt her, scare her, disrespect her, abuse her, or make her feel like she’s anything less than a treasured human being.

  “Relax, I’ll be back.” I tap her nose, then leave the room.

  I HATE BEING CALLED BEAUTIFUL.

  Shortly after someone used that word to describe me, my life changed drastically. And every time it was used after, it’s always been connected with a seedy undertone. Sometimes I wish I were ugly—deformed—so the world would shun away from me and leave me in peace.

  Tonight was the first time a man called me beautiful and I didn’t cringe. He actually sounded like he meant it. Like it was genuine. Like he saw a woman, just a woman. Not an object or a slave or a prostitute. Which is everything I am.

  Nothing. No one.

  I have no idea what to make of Jett. I don’t understand his strange ways or kind demeanor. I understand his dominance. I understand what he wanted from me tonight. That makes sense. But not his sweet touch or pleasantries afterward. I’m always just dismissed. That’s what I’m used to. That’s how it should be.

  He can have my body. Do whatever he pleases to it. Share me with every single one of his friends. Tie me up, beat me, fuck me. But don’t be kind. Kindness isn’t real. It’s just a fucking ploy.

  Whatever his game, I’ll play it and prepare myself for the worst. Because evil is inevitable.

  Depravity, that’s what’s real.

  WORD OF OUR NEW SUPERSTAR has spread like wildfire. London has been here one week, and her bookings are already out of control. Good for business, sucks for me.

  I stare at my inbox, filled with requests. I can go about this two ways. Work her like a dog and forgo stealing time with her myself, or make her an elite and charge an extra fee for a session with her. This will weed out the cheap garbage and free up her schedule and the holy ground between her legs.

  Shit. I rub my cock. Just thinking about her gets me excited. I haven’t touched her since last Sunday. Just sat back and watched as client after client indulged in her. Getting more than their money’s worth.

  I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am. It’s childish. But dare I say it, London is special. And I don’t mean just to me. It’s her whole persona. The way she presents herself. Her quiet strength and muted humility. Her unsurpassed beauty and sharp intelligence. The vulnerability in her eyes contrasting with the confidence in her speech. She’s a silent storm I want to drive straight into. The problem is, so does everyone else.

  Including Kayne.

  He’s called on her twice this week, which is unheard of for him. But I knew once he was exposed, he’d go back. That’s how it works. I help break the ice with a new woman. He takes it from there, although he usually prefers working out his aggressions on a punching bag instead of a pussy.

  Not in this case, I guess.

  I can’t really blame him. If I were more of a douchebag, I wouldn’t give a shit how many men she fucked on any given day as long as I got to sink inside that hot cunt too. But that’s not me. I’ll sacrifice.

  Wait my turn. Wait for the right time. Because when we are together, it’s going to be all that much sweeter. Hotter. Combustible.

  “Hey, asshole.”
Kayne barges into my office without so much as a warning knock.

  “What’s up?” I glance at the screen dismissively.

  “This came yesterday. Forgot to give it to you.” He drops a medium-sized brown package on my desk. I spy the return address and know exactly what it is.

  “Thanks.” I hit send on my email and then give Kayne my full attention.

  “No problem.” He crosses his arms and looms imposingly. It’s not him trying to be a dick; that’s just the way he stands.

  “Still no word from south of the border?” I ask.

  “Nothing. But I’m confident he’ll contact us.”

  “You ever going to tell me what you did to instill such confidence?”

  Kayne shakes his head, his off-colored eyes guarded. “Some things are better taken to the grave.”

  “When you say shit like that, it scares me.”

  “It should.”

  “I don’t like you harboring things.”

  “I’ll be fine once we burn his fucking complex to the ground.”

  “I hope so.”

  “I know so.”

  “Then I’ll just have to trust you. As frightening as that is.”

  Kayne smiles wickedly. “My unpredictability keeps us alive.”

  “Says you,” I scoff.

  “We’re still here, aren’t we?”

  “Barely.”

  “I can live with barely.”

  “That’s because you’re reckless.” I stand and scoop up the box.

  “Isn’t that why you like me?”

  “Whoever said I like you?”

  “I’m sorry. Love me.” He bats his eyes like the fucking idiot he is.

  I chuckle reluctantly. “You’re a moron,” I declare. But we both know I do love him. Like an annoying stray you feel sorry for and keep feeding because the guilt would eat you alive if you let him starve to death.

  “Any word from the elusive Mr. A?” Kayne asks as he walks out of the room with me. He’s talking about Alistair. My free-roaming uncle.

  “Only a picture message of a surfboard on a beach. He’s having fun wherever he is.”