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

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by M Never


  Alistair bows, dressed in black slacks and button-up shirt. Always the epitome of put together. Not exactly sparring attire, but if he wants to fight, we can fight.

  I bow in return and then it’s on. With a huge, taunting smile, Alistair begins to circle. I just stand in place, following him with my eyes.

  “You going to tell me where you’ve been?”

  “Here and there.” He offers no solid response.

  “Sounds interesting.” He moves out of my eye line.

  “It was,” he confirms, before kicking low at my knee. I deflect the kick and land a blow on his ribcage.

  “Easy, old man. You’re not as quick as you used to be.” We’re facing each other, circling around my dojo in an entangled dance.

  “You should have more respect for your elders.”

  “I only call them like I see them.” He strikes with a lightning fast combination of kicks and punches, landing one on my stomach. I lurch back but regain my footing quickly.

  “What were you saying, Jetson?”

  “Don’t call me that.” I grit my teeth.

  “It’s your name.”

  “Not in this house, and you know it.”

  “It will be your name whether you are in this house or not.”

  I growl, then throw a punch catching Alistair on the chin.

  “Little fucker.” He laughs, aggression dancing in his hazel eyes.

  “You wanna hit me?” We continue to circle.

  “I want to beat the fuck out of you.”

  “Let’s see you try.” We attack in a wicked wrangle of hook kicks, knee strikes, and cross jabs. I back handspring out of the crossfire and land on my feet with a haughty smirk.

  “Now, you’re just showing off,” he huffs.

  “I know.” My smirk grows into an obnoxious smile.

  “You always were flashy.” He slaps me with an insult.

  “I’m a product of my environment.”

  “Speaking of environments, I noticed the new addition. Redhead, very nice,” Alistair comments lewdly with a predatory look in his eye. All my defenses go up. If there’s one person more cajoling than I am, it’s Alistair. And I’m not letting him get within ten feet of my territory.

  “She’s off-limits. You already have one slain heart blowing in the wind.”

  “Whose?”

  “Amber,” I remind him.

  “Oh, her.” His facial expression freezes over.

  “That girl has been pining after you since the moment you left. I’m lucky she isn’t too lovesick to work.”

  “Not my fault she got attached. I’m skilled at what I do.” He makes no apologies.

  “Just fix it before you disappear again. And stay away from Sugar. You need a fix, pick another girl. Amber, perhaps.”

  “Territorial over the redhead, Jetson? That’s new.” He studies me intently.

  “I’m not territorial,” I dispute. Bullshit! “Sugar is one of my most profitable girls. I don’t want you fucking that up.”

  “Mmm hmm.” He steps closer to me. Closer and closer until he’s practically in my face. “I helped build this empire. Be mindful of who you’re talking to. I taught you everything you know. You have what you have because of me. I have no boundaries or restrictions. And if I want to fuck the redhead, I will.”

  Anger sparks within me like an explosion, and with eradicated restraint, I haul off and punch Alistair square in the face.

  “You little shit!” He holds his nose as blood trickles down his face.

  “No boundaries or restrictions, huh?” I prepare for a backlash.

  His hazel eyes flash with malice as he rushes me. It’s on. No more friendly fire. It’s all-out war.

  We punch and jab and kick, landing blow after blow after blow. I’m a little faster and much more agile from years of studying Capoeira, a Brazilian martial art that has elements of dance and acrobatics. If I wanted to, I could seriously injure Alistair with only a few quick and complex moves. But this is my family, my blood, so I’ll just teach him a lesson he’ll never forget. I attack several of his pressure points in a speedy combination, striking his thigh, ribs, and throat to incapacitate him. Then I sweep his leg, sending him flying to his back.

  Thump.

  I bow as he chokes and squirms on the floor. “You were saying?”

  “If I didn’t love you, I’d fucking kill you.”

  “You could try.” I extend a peace-offering hand. “The redhead is off-limits.” I drive the stake into the ground.

  “Whatever.” He brushes me off—ego bruised—and stands without my help.

  No one comes into my house and stakes a claim. Not even fucking Alistair.

  “Is playtime over?” Kayne’s voice travels through my sparring room. We both look over to find him leaning casually against the doorframe.

  “How long have you been standing there?”

  “Long enough to know not to fuck the redhead.” We share a clandestine look.

  “Jett has a pet,” Alistair mocks.

  Jealous?

  “She is quite the contributor.” Kayne has my back.

  He and Alistair shake hands as the three of us meet in the center of the room. “It’s been a minute, bro.”

  “I needed to stretch my wings a bit.” He wipes some blood from his nose.

  “Here.” I yank off my T-shirt and hand it to him. It’s sweaty anyway.

  He uses it with no objection.

  “If you two are done with the theatrics, I have news,” Kayne broadcasts. “I got the call. He’s coming.”

  “Both of them?” I question.

  “Who? Who’s coming?” Alistair interjects.

  “Javier and El Rey,” Kayne relays ominously. He’s out for blood, and it looks like he’s finally going to make good on his promise.

  “El Rey, El Rey? The cocaine kingpin?”

  “One and the same,” Kayne confirms.

  Alistair extends a troubled look. “Don’t you think you two are getting in over your heads? We’re talking about a powerful, synthesized narcotrafficker.”

  “We’ve been waiting for this break for six years. It’s the whole reason Mansion even exists. This is what we were implemented to do,” Kayne argues.

  “I know. It’s just . . . El Rey.” Alistair is clearly concerned.

  “You don’t have to stay. We can handle it without you,” I offer him an out.

  “It’s not me I’m concerned about.” He puts his hand on my bare shoulder. “Your mother will murder me if anything happens to you.”

  We all laugh.

  “She knew the business I was getting into when I joined the secret service.”

  “Yes, and look at how well that turned out.” He grimaces.

  I roll my eyes. “That was a misfortunate understanding.”

  “Yes, that cost you your career. I don’t want any other misfortunate understandings to cost you your life.”

  “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  “One we’re both willing to take,” Kayne declares.

  “Cowboys.” Alistair shakes his head.

  “You knew something like this was always a possibility.”

  “Yes, but possibility and reality are two starkly different things.” He sighs, his deep timbre resonating.

  “It’s happening whether we like it or not now. We have to tell Juice.” Kayne turns all business. “We need to prepare. I’m not letting these fuckers slip through our fingers.”

  “Let’s do it then.” We bump fists. “Get cleaned up,” I direct Alistair with a smack on the stomach. “We’ll have some dinner and start strategizing once Kayne and I are done.”

  Kayne and I drop into the gaming chairs positioned in front of the seventy-inch television hanging on the wall. If you’re going to play video games, this is the only way to do it. State-of-the-art liquid crystal display with eardrum exploding surround sound.

  Yeah.

  I punch the buttons on the controller to bring up the sleeping Call of
Duty session. I scroll through the players until I find JuicyJuice69. Kayne and I both slip on headsets, and I speak into the mic. “Yo, shithead.”

  “Yo, yourself.” Automatic machine guns echo.

  “Seen daylight at all?” Kayne snarks as he blasts the shit out of some bad guys.

  “Daylight. What’s that?” Juice shoots back. CJ, or Juice as we affectionately call him for numerous reasons, has been our handler for the last six years. He’s our only link to the outside world. Our operation is top secret, black ops. If he goes dark, we go dark. This game is our only mode of two-way communication. He’s linked into the cameras in the house so he can see everything, which means he’s exposed to a lot but has extremely limited interaction.

  “You need to get out more,” Kayne ridicules.

  “Easier said than done,” Juice sneers, assassinating a virtual opponent.

  “We might be able to help with that,” I interject.

  “Oh, yeah? Granting me a window in my cell?”

  “Building you a fucking greenhouse.”

  “Do tell.”

  “We’re getting an import. Big package.”

  “Intriguing.”

  “Estimated delivery, four weeks.”

  “I’ll mark the big event on my calendar.”

  “Something to finally look forward to.” Kayne continues to heckle Juice.

  “About fucking time,” Juice fires back.

  Kayne, Juice, and I continue playing until we beat the level.

  “Hey, Juice,” Kayne calls. “Don’t beat the meat too hard.”

  “Fuck off, asshole.” Juice signs off, and just like that, the wheels have been set in motion.

  After a long, involved dinner with Kayne and Alistair brainstorming, strategizing, and devising possible plans of attack, I make my rounds through the house. Everything is working like the well-oiled machine I tinkered it to be. The girls are happy and so are the clients. Both are coming and going, and as usual, that familiar air of aphrodisiac is breezing through the halls. It may not be traditional, or even socially acceptable, but this is the world I know. This is the world I grew up in. This is what I’m good at—among other things. When my mother and Alistair fled to America, they needed a way to support us. Besides holding a few odds-and-ends jobs at first, they turned to what they knew. Tricks.

  And it was lucrative.

  And educational.

  It didn’t always make my life easy, though. Once my peers and the community caught wind of the rumors of my household, there was definitely a backlash. During most of middle school and high school, terms like whore and slut circulated, and I was the target of more than one beating. Which is why Alistair got me involved in martial arts—so when six guys ganged up on me I could defend myself. It’s not like I was ever big or overly strong. I’m long and lean and muscular. But nothing like Kayne, or even Alistair, who has an imposing presence. I had to search for my strength. Which I found comes from within. From my mind, my wits, and my agility.

  The ironic part of it all is that the same guys who used to beat the hell out of me are the same guys who showed up on my doorstep to get laid years later. Fucking losers.

  All those experiences worked in my favor, though. It taught me who I was. Sent me on a quest and brought me to where I am now. As bumpy as that road was, when I see London walk down the hall with Amber and Jenna, draped in only pearl necklaces and a matching skimpy thong, I know there’s no other place I want to be. No other place I belong.

  They smile as they pass, and at the last second, I snatch London’s hand and haul her into the closest doorway. I barely have any control when I see her on a normal day, but when I see her scantily clad and built to sin, a fire lights within me. An engulfing line of flames ignites from the top of my chest to the bottom of my balls.

  I shove her up against the bedroom wall, my front to her back, and pin her hands over her head and grind my throbbing cock into her ass. I can barely contain the raging lust burning a hole through my body. An inferno ensues every time I’m near her.

  London moans that titillating sound as I skim my lips over her skin and reach around her chest to pull at one of her nipples. She stretches, feeding into my ministrations, fueling the raging fire.

  “Don’t come tonight.” I suck on her shoulder ravenously, squeezing her breast. “Save it all for me.”

  “You want me to fake it?” She shivers as I slide my hand gluttonously down her torso.

  “Yes.” I play with the pearls covering her little pearl.

  “I think that might be bad for business.” She gasps as I pinch her clit.

  “I don’t give two shits about business right now. Or that fucking two-hump chump you’re about to service.” I sink my middle finger deeply into her pussy. “I care about this”—I pump my hand, causing her to clench tightly around my finger—“being all mine.”

  “Jett.” Her voice pitches as she drops her head, caught in an ambush of ecstasy.

  “Mmm, say it again.” I strum her clit with my thumb as I finger her.

  “Jett,” she sighs submissively.

  I could fuck her right here, right now, but a quickie wouldn’t sate me. Not when it comes to London. Not when I want to draw out every single moment and savor every sexy, stimulating second.

  “Promise me it’s mine. Promise me it’s all mine tonight.” I steal an orgasm, forcing her to come on my hand. After two months, I know her body better than she does. I know just how to manipulate it, tease it, and thrill it. I know exactly how to achieve my desired results.

  “It’s all yours!” she declares as she jerks fitfully in my grasp. Good little robin.

  “Don’t ever forget it,” I hiss, as I suck her sweet juice from my saturated fingers.

  “I expect you in my room tonight. Bring a friend.” I bite her earlobe before releasing her, leaving her panting against the wall.

  I adjust my pounding cock as I walk down the hallway. It’s the most satisfying torment, knowing what’s to come but forced to wait.

  I make myself comfortable at Kayne’s office desk, open the wall to the monitors, and surf around until I find London. She’s with a client, Marcus. A young hotshot compared to some of the men who frequent this house. It’s not cheap to be a member of Mansion, and many of the “businessmen” dabble in hefty and highly illegal white-collar transactions on the side. It’s sort of perfect how Kayne and I have them by the balls in more ways than one. I watch pensively as London tends to her high-class john. Resting my elbows on the armrests and steepling my fingers in front of my lips, my heart hammers and so does my arousal as they get right down to business. No foreplay, no wasted time. Just lips around an impatient cock.

  Fucking adolescent. He has no idea how to really handle a woman like that. All he knows is she sucks a phenomenal dick and can ride him into oblivion, which she’s done several times this month. A small flare of annoyance—okay, jealousy—flickers. Not because London is with another man. No, she can fuck every client on my list. What bugs me is the comment Marcus made the other night. “She’s one worth pursuing.” Yes, he was here only three days ago. In the very same position he’s in now, having his mind blown.

  Ever since I placed London on elite status, her schedule has been filled with only selective men. It’s an extra ten thousand dollars to experience her on top of the yearly membership fee. And Marcus has dropped sixty thousand this month alone.

  London unleashes all her feminine wiles, reducing Marcus to a puddle of goo. And all I can think about is how right he is—London is one worth pursuing. Too bad Marcus won’t ever get his chance. I won’t allow it. He may have her now, in this brief moment. He may whisper niceties and promise her beautiful things, but he can never give her what I can. He can’t reach into her mind and touch the place she guards so well. Guards with her life. But I penetrate it even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Or doesn’t want to recognize it. My little bird has secrets, that’s perfectly clear, but beneath those secrets is a passionate, mysterious, s
hadowy woman. A woman who’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. A woman who’s smart, and sexy, and funny, and fucks like a porn star. What man wouldn’t want that? Want her?

  Well, this man is no fucking idiot. He knows what he has, or at the very least what he wants, and will stop at nothing to keep his obsession close.

  He’ll lie, he’ll cheat, he’ll deceive as long as he gets to keep the woman of his fantasies right by his side.

  I wait for London in the dim light of my room after I watched all I could stand of her and Marcus. The show was good, but I’m ready for the real thing. I’m ready for flesh and blood and a harmonizing of incessant hunger.

  I’m ready to feel her.

  The door creaks open and in slip London and Jenna. No surprise there. Those two have become thick as thieves. Sugar and Spice and everything nice. When these two get together, that statement is never truer.

  Together, they slither through the shadows and make themselves comfortable on the bed, laying on their stomachs across the mattress, facing in my direction.

  “We’re here,” London purrs, still adorned in strands of pearls. “Whatever shall you do with us?”

  “I have a few ideas.” A salacious smile spreads across my face. This isn’t the first time the three of us have played. “I want to watch.”

  That’s all I need to say. They know exactly what I want and know I’ll be displeased if I have to wait.

  And no one wants that.

  With a salacious look of her own, London turns her head, planting her lips square on the sandy blonde. I instantly respond, my body temperature rising rapidly. The two engage in a red-hot embrace, tongues brushing and mouths parting. It’s a good warm-up, because I plan to have my cock buried so deep down London’s throat it’ll feel like an oral workout.

  I stroke myself, seated in the plushy accent chair as I watch the two wild women put on a performance. Just the way I like.

  They shift to their knees, providing an unobstructed view of their lean bodies, their roaming hands and exploring mouths. I feed right into their enjoyment, physically reacting to the pornographic show. My balls ache as I slowly jerk myself off, prolonging the need as long as I can. But those two women are seductive, and they know it. Eyeing me as they lick each other’s nipples and stroke their own clits, tempting me with their horny sighs and keening squeals.

 

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