All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  I have enjoyed every minute with my sexy Spaniard. He’s insatiable, and a master at bringing my body pleasure. It keeps me occupied when I’m not at work, so I have little to no time to think about Phil. Until I’m alone. Then my idle mind is the devil’s playground. That invisible clock, ticking in my head, constantly reminds me my time with Armando is short.

  Movement through the kitchen window catches my attention. I look up from the sink to see a man crouching in the desert, behind Armando’s poolside paradise. What the fuck? I drop to my knees and crawl to the back door.

  Through the French doors, beyond the perimeter fence, a figure with dark hair and dark clothing inches toward the property. Phil! My heart stops for several beats then rams against my ribcage.

  My trembling hand snatches my cell phone from the counter, and I tap to unlock the screen. I press the avatar for Karina’s contact and lift the phone to my ear. I gnaw on my thumbnail as I wait for her to pick up.

  “Hello?” she answers in a gravelly voice.

  I swallow against the lump in my throat. “Rina?”

  “Are you okay? What’s the matter?”

  “I think Phil found me.” I peek from behind the counter and dart my eyes around the backyard. Nothing.

  “You mean at Armando’s?” That’s got her attention. She’s far more alert.

  “Yes, and Armando isn’t here. He said he’d be back around sunset.”

  “That’s weird. Theo and Alex told me the same thing. But that makes sense. They’re working together to clear up this shit with Phil. I don’t know if they’re going to be fast enough, though. You know how long legal proceedings can take. We may have to find a place to lie low until—”

  “I don’t want to get Armando in the middle of this!” I’m screaming now. Sweat beads on my forehead as my eyes roam everywhere, and my free hand twirls hair around one of my fingers. “If Armando gets hurt, I’ll never forgive myself.”

  “This isn’t your fault, Zoe. Don’t start blaming yourself.”

  “I can’t stay here.”

  Karina’s breath is loud through the speaker as she sighs. “Yeah, I feel the same way about Theo and Alex. They’re trying to help, but they don’t owe me anything. Going against Phil in court is going to take a shit-ton of money and time, and I don’t feel right about any of this.”

  I can’t wrap my mind around how this guy is everywhere all the time. I don’t fucking get it. “I have to move again. And this time, I think I need to leave Tucson.”

  “I’m thinking the same thing. How about a trip to New Orleans?”

  I run a hand through my hair. “What? You mean go back to Marcel?”

  “Yep. He owns the Crimson Dungeon, and yesterday he said in a text to do just that. He wants to take care of Phil once and for all. The guy’s a millionaire, and I think he operates a little on the shady side. Since law enforcement isn’t doing anything to protect us, maybe we need a mafia-type solution. Besides, he owes me now.”

  “What?”

  There’s a long pause before she sighs. “I’m sorry, Zoe, but Marcel had me feeding him information about Club Toxic. Who the management was, the comings and goings of Lucius and Selene, the hours they operate, and stuff I thought was benign and wouldn’t really matter.”

  “Huh? Why?” I don’t understand why he would want information about them.

  “Why did I do it? Because I owed him. Why does he want the information? He said it was because he wanted to stay ahead of the competition.”

  I can understand wanting to beat competition, but they live in different cities. Something isn’t right here. “You didn’t give him security codes or anything, did you?”

  “No, no, of course not. I don’t know any of that stuff. He seemed more interested in how they ran the club. But then I started liking Theo and I felt like I was betraying you and…” Karina pauses. “I just got in too deep. I was going to stop and then all this happened.”

  My breaths heave in and out as I move through the house to search the front. “Okay, we’ll talk about that later. What do you want to do?”

  “That’s the part I need to figure out. Do you feel safe where you are? I need about an hour to come up with a plan.”

  “No, but I can get an Uber to a populated place. That would make me feel better. Just give Armando time to come home. I don’t want to leave before I say my version of a goodbye to him.”

  “Okay, but I’m getting out of here before Theo and Alex get home. Listen, let me get on my laptop, and I’ll call you once I have something. Get somewhere safe and text me your location.”

  “Okay. Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  I can’t do this without her. We’ve always had each other’s backs. Ride or die. But I squeeze my eyes shut and pound my fist against the wall. I just found the love of my life and, of course, my world explodes around me. I don’t know why I thought it would be any different this time. I guess the universe thinks I’m not meant to have anything better.

  I gather my things, checking out the windows every five minutes, panic rising. I start when my phone chimes with a text from Karina.

  Pack light and meet me at the Greyhound Bus Station no later than 7:30 PM. Don’t go home. I think they’ll be waiting for you, so we’ll have to leave a lot behind. Can you do that?

  I type up my reply. I’ll just bring my overnight bag I packed for Armando’s. Text me the address to the station, and I’ll be there.

  A link comes through a few seconds later, followed by, PLEASE BE CAREFUL!

  I smile as I type my response. YOU TOO!

  I will.

  I drop my phone after I’ve read her reply. Jumping to my feet, I grab my bag from the closet and throw all of my belongings into it. Shit just got real now that we have a way to get out of town. My heart shatters down the middle when I realize I won’t see Armando ever again. I should have kept my distance to save me this heartache.

  He’s the first guy I’ve ever fallen for, so I didn’t know any better. It never occurred to me that I would be ripping out a vital piece of me when I lost him. He deserves so much more than me taking off into the night, but I can’t tell him anything. I already know him. He’ll get possessive and want to be my hero, and that’s only going to land him in jail on assault charges. Phil wouldn’t hesitate!

  I should leave before he returns. It would be easier if I didn’t see him again… but my feet refuse to move. There’s this undeniable need to hold him and feel him moving inside my body one more time. I won’t survive without more of him.

  Armando’s footsteps climb the stairs and I nearly run to the front door, ready to dash. He’s back early! My soul is torn in two, and agony takes up residence in my chest. I’m forcing myself not to hyperventilate when he walks into the room.

  “Evening, mi cielito. You look ravishing tonight.”

  Shutting our plans out of my mind, I walk toward him, pouring all my desire into my steps. I need one more memory before I go.

  My mouth waters as Zoe makes her way over to me. The sway of her hips is punctuated by the scent of her arousal… and she is only wearing one of my shirts, as far as I can tell. The top three buttons are undone, teasing me with just the curve of her breasts. My cock twitches in response. I’ve never met a woman I can’t get enough of. And, I certainly never imagined a woman would crave me as much as I do her.

  “I missed you.” There’s something in her tone, but when she runs a finger down her cleavage, I forget everything except how badly I want to fuck her.

  “Is that why you’re wearing my shirt?” I pull her to me and run my tongue along her earlobe. It’s become my signature with her. Her shiver starts even before I nip her skin.

  “Men. Why do you like us in your clothes?” She nuzzles my neck, and I shudder.

  “There’s something primal about having your woman in one of your shirts and nothing else.” I push my seeking hand over her bare ass and caress between her legs. Ah, yes. Nothing but my shirt. A growl rumbles
in my chest. “It says: you belong to me.”

  She purrs as I enjoy the softness of her ass.

  “The hours away from you are nothing short of torture.” I lost my ability to dream when I was turned, and resigned myself to the blank daylight hours. But after meeting Zoe, my days are spent longing for her, wishing she was in my arms. I’m in a state just shy of the black hole my sleep used to be. Aware just enough to make me ache for her.

  She smiles and grabs my hand, leading me to the bed. I tug her into my arms and claim her mouth, tasting the moan on her lips. Sliding my hands under my dress shirt, I lift the garment over her head, and her bare breasts more than make up for the missing corset and laces I’ve become so used to unraveling like a present each night. I dip my head and capture a tight nipple with my mouth.

  She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair.

  Leaning into her, I force her to the mattress and reach for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of oil from the drawer.

  Her eyes widen with a wicked glint, and she licks her lips. I slant my mouth over hers, unable to resist delving deeper for a slow, seductive, wet dance of our tongues. I nibble, lick, suck and play with her lips, drunk with the taste of this woman.

  I lap a wet path to her full breasts, tipped with hard, dark pink nipples.

  Her legs shift and hide the glistening evidence of her desire. But I can still smell how much she wants me. “Spread your legs. I have plans for you.”

  Her gaze travels from my face to the bottle and she mews. “Yes, sir.”

  I kneel between her thighs, and reward her obedience with a kiss to each breast. Grabbing the oil, I dribble it over each nipple, and she writhes on the bed. I drip a trail down her flat belly to that soft thatch of curls, where I make sure to bathe her slit with the oil—and my attention.

  I groan as my fingers caress the hard bundle of nerves. Her body jolts when I press on it. I flick her clit, pinch it, stroke it, only stopping when she’s panting and writhing.

  “Don’t fucking stop.”

  I cock my eyebrow. “Giving me orders, are you?” I turn her over and swat her ass. She cries out and lifts her hips for more. I chuckle. What I intended as a punishment isn’t much of a deterrent for my Zoe.

  I should have known better. I barely need to touch her to push her to the edge.

  The spanking turns into sensual caresses. Squirting more oil into my hands, I smooth them up and down her back, pressing into areas riddled with knots. There are more today than she had last night. That fucking stalker is probably the cause of her stress, and I vow to get rid of this man and free her.

  I massage down her legs, working her thighs and calves, spreading her thighs so my eyes can feast on the swollen petals of her weeping cunt. Her shoulders slump while her core clenches. My shaft pulses with need.

  Turning her back over, I lighten my touch and tease her sensitive slit. “Your pussy is exquisite.” I lean down and kiss her lower abdomen.

  Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow. She lunges upright and wraps her arms around my neck. Her lips smash against mine, stealing my attention. I forget my intentions and press my body to hers. Her small hands reach between us, and she rips at the fly of my pants.

  She growls and breaks our kiss. “Get naked.”

  I raise one eyebrow.

  Her eyelids close briefly, and she flushes.

  “That’s not how things work, mi cielito.”

  She nods and lifts her hands above her head. Her skin glistens from the oil, and her nipples pebble under my scrutiny. Her breath shudders and she arches her back, enticing me to let her have her way. “Sorry, sir.”

  I go push to my knees and tug my shirt over my head then undo the button of my pants. Ever since the first night, I have made sure to come upstairs dressed to avoid more suspicion. I toe off my shoes and socks before I lower my pants to the ground.

  Her heart is pounding like a thousand drums, and I am ravenous for her blood. I expected to gain far more control over my hunger in the time we’ve spent together. Instead, I’m barely holding onto my urges.

  “On your knees.”

  “Mmmm. My pleasure, sir.” She smiles and scrambles to obey. When her ass is in the air, I take a moment to pay homage to her perfection. I glide a gentle hand over her flesh. By the time she’s wriggling in place, panting, I smack her lush globes. Her flesh jiggles and her back arches.

  My hands explore her body and pull her toward me. As I kneel behind her, I slide my shaft along her dripping core, and it jerks in its own attempt to fulfill both our wishes. I grip my cock and drag the crown through her slick folds.

  This woman ignites an explosion of emotions I’ve never before experienced at once. I want to fuck her, wrap her in my protective embrace, and slay her dragons. She. Is. Mine.

  The head of his dick teases me to distraction. I want him filling me. I want his cock buried inside me to his balls, and yet he prolongs my torture.

  I part my legs and push my ass and core toward him, but he holds me firm. My pussy juices wet my inner thighs. I push back again, aching to have him inside me, and I yelp when his hand cracks against my ass.

  “You’re being very feisty tonight, mi cielito.”

  Because I don’t have much time left with you. Tears sting my eyes, but I shove my face into the mattress and groan my frustration. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

  Armando shudders, and that primal growl thunders from his chest. He grabs my hips and thrusts his glorious cock inside me.

  Fuck, yes!

  My Spaniard rams me from behind, grunting and carnal as he takes me. But no matter how rough or soft he is, his body tells me everything I need to know. Every time he touches me, his love and affection flood me. He claims me, dominates me, and brands my body and soul.

  I have no idea how I’m going to leave when he goes to work. Don’t think about that right now.

  This man owns me, heart and soul. I let that realization take over and pour through me. Telling him would be cruel, so I show him in the only way possible. I want him to experience a fraction of what I am right now.

  I fight the impending tears, burying my face in the covers. Pushing back every time his hips retreat, I fist the sheets and clench my core. His arms wrap around my waist and over my breasts, drawing me up to my knees, his cock still thrusting. He runs his nose up the column of my neck. After such a short amount of time, this man knows what drives me crazy. It’s as if he’s taking me inside his body with every indrawn breath.

  Sweat beads on my back. My heart thumps erratically. Whatever is happening between us went from a few shared kisses and mild attraction to not being able to get enough of each other. I can’t help but dream what it would be like if I could stay.

  An image of us getting married and spending decades together flashes into my mind. Visions of us sitting together on a patio when we’re old and gray.

  I moan when Armando bends me forward again.

  He grunts as he thrusts into me, balls deep. Not giving me time to adjust, he rams me at a punishing rhythm. Skin slapping skin harmonizes with our cries of ecstasy, creating the music of our intimacy.

  Armando lowers me to my stomach, his hard body pressing me to the mattress, and lays his hand over mine. Our fingers entwine. This is the first time he’s done this, and I feel even closer to him. My eyes slip closed, and I relish his body inside mine. I memorize how his massive cock fills me and hits every nerve in my pussy. Utter perfection is burned into my brain, becoming the memories I will take with me.

  My core clenches around his swelling shaft, and I call out his name as an intense orgasm shoots fireworks through my body. Armando bites down on my neck. The second of pain vanishes, and he twists his hips in a way that makes him hit my G-spot. He bucks hard, grunting, his gloriously animalistic growls rumbling against my back in this raw moment. He roars his climax, panting, and grinding his hips against my ass.

  My heart breaks into pieces and my chest is hollow. I spend almost every ounce of
my energy preventing sorrow from bleeding through my bliss. I refuse to let it ruin this moment. This experience will last me for the rest of my life, so I savor it.

  He withdraws from my body and lifts me from the bed. “Let’s take a shower before I have to leave for work.”

  I cling to him. “And we can have another quickie while we wash.”

  “You’re insatiable.” His husky voice dribbles over my heart, and I shiver as his hardened shaft brushes my hip as he walks. Armando needs no recovery time before he’s ready to go again. There’s no bigger compliment for a woman than a guy with a constant hard-on for her.

  If only my luck extended to other areas of my life. I wish things were different, but I cannot risk getting Armando involved.

  Conflicting emotions nearly rob me of my last few minutes with my Spaniard. There’s nothing more painful and satisfying at the same time than leaving Armando without a word.

  I will love you forever and always. I keep those thoughts to myself, and wrap my legs around his waist. Time for round two.

  Chapter 8

  My hands shake as I input my pin number and select cash withdrawal. The daily limit on how much money I can take out isn’t much, but added to the stash I keep in my go bag, it is enough to get us through a few weeks. Regardless, there are bars everywhere, and I’m good at starting over. Getting a new job has never been hard for me.

  Time to go. It’s nearly seven o’clock.

  What is difficult is living with the pieces I left behind. My heart aches, and I can’t stop worrying about what Armando will think when he realizes I’m gone. Like a chicken, I waited until he left for the club, then wrote him a note thanking him, and telling him I had to leave to protect Karina.

  I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I took off without a word to him. He deserves so much better from me, but I have no other choice. I was being selfish by staying with him after Phil found me. I should have taken off then. Karina being wounded delayed our escape, but I still should have left Armando alone. I let my emotions cloud my judgement, and didn’t resist him like I should have.