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

by M Never

  I’m going to be screaming all night. I clench my cuffed fists as he props my pelvis back on the pillow and lines up behind me. I’m on the brink of tears already, my body begging please while howling no all at the same time. My head is spinning without any end in sight.

  “All night, Ellie. I’m going to alternate fucking you like this all night,” he murmurs in my ear as he buries himself to the hilt. “And I’m not going to stop until my dick is limp and my come runs dry.” I draw in a sharp breath as his cock and the butt plug continuously hammer away at me.

  Again.

  And again.

  Putting demands on my body I’m not sure it’s capable of withstanding.

  “Kayne!”

  “I HOPE ONE DAY YOU can forgive me, Ellie.” I hear Kayne’s voice in the distance. I don’t know if it’s a dream or reality, but when I flutter my eyes open, I’m in his arms. I shift. No cuffs or chains or collar. For a split second I wonder if it was all a dream. Then I look around the room and realize I’m still confined to my prison in the sky.

  “You stayed?” I blink, finding his dazzling blue eyes.

  “Mmm hmm.” He nuzzles my neck and breathes me in. “How do you feel?”

  Crazy conflicted.

  “My limbs feel like Jell-O, my wrists are rubbed raw, and there’s a pain in my ass.” I grimace as I move.

  “All a reminder of who owns you.” He sucks my earlobe. “You’re so soft.”

  “So are you,” I reply as my hips rub against his.

  “Don’t be a wise ass, I’ll spank you.” He hugs me tighter.

  He’s acting weird.

  “Why are you still here? Where is my collar?”

  “Because I wanted to stay, and on the nightstand,” he answers straightforwardly.

  “I don’t have to wear it anymore?” I stretch in his arms.

  Kayne snorts. “Of course you do. How would I find you if you got lost?” He kisses me tenderly. “I just thought after last night, you could use some room.”

  “You weren’t wrong in assuming.” I touch the compass tattoo on his chest. I don’t know why. I guess just to feel it. I never get to touch him. He moans softly, almost like a purr. Last night was the most intense, excruciating, amazing night of my life. Kayne pushed every physical, emotional, and spiritual limit I have. I didn’t think I was going to come out alive.

  Someone really needs to steal his bottle of Viagra.

  “More,” he says. It’s a request, not a demand. I touch him tentatively, exploring my newfound freedom. We melt into each other, the same way new lovers would; cuddling, snuggling, stealing soft embraces.

  Who is this man? Who is he really? The charismatic businessman or the ruthless Dom? The one who holds me affectionately or brings me to tears? I wish I knew. I wish I could figure him out. Why did he have to take me when I offered myself up willingly?

  “Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my cheek.

  “Oh, God. Why are you bringing that up?” I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see the embarrassment.

  “Because.” Kayne chuckles. “You spilt hot coffee in my lap.”

  I’ll never forget that day. The way he strolled into Expo like he owned it, wearing a light brown power suit and aviator sunglasses. He was intimidating and intriguing, and I was drawn to him unlike anyone or anything else on earth. My body and mind just responded. It was a primitive, carnal response. Then he took his sunglasses off and my inner axis tilted. He looked straight through me with those raw majestic eyes. I forgot who I was and what I was doing. Unfortunately for him, I was pouring coffee at that moment and missed the cup completely. I’d never seen anyone move that fast. Needless to say, I was mortified and Mark almost decapitated me. Kayne was a huge whale to land, and I nearly fucked it all up. Luckily for me, he had a sense of humor.

  “You dropped to your knees and told me to take my pants off.” Kayne is full-blown laughing now. I’m glad it’s such an amusing memory for him. I tried to scrub my brain of it for months.

  “I was sort of disappointed you didn’t.” I lift my head slightly and eye him lasciviously.

  “If there wasn’t a room full of people, I would have. Then I would have taken yours off too, and laid you out on the conference room table.” Kayne threads his fingers into my hair and tugs lightly. He licks my lower lip like he’s trying to memorize the taste. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about fucking you on that table?”

  “I had no idea you fantasized about me at all.” I dart my tongue out to touch his.

  “Every time I walked into Expo and sat down for a meeting, I was half listening to Mark, half imagining you kneeling at my feet.” He grabs hold of my hair a little harder, taking control of my head. “Imagining you spreading your legs for me and letting me lick you senseless, then driving myself so deep inside you, we’d both forget we were ever two separate people.” I moan as he bites my neck and grabs my ass.

  “I would have let you.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in response to the grip he has on my hair.

  “Ellie?” Kayne rasps. Sliding his hand along my side. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Yes, Kayne,” I respond robotically. He spanks my ass lightly. I jolt. Even the littlest bit of pain feels volcanic.

  “I said don’t be a wise ass.”

  “I wasn’t being a wise ass, I was answering you like you expect me to.”

  “Not right now. Right now I’m invoking Cupcake.”

  I crack a smile. “What do you want to know?”

  He swipes his thumb across my cheek and I can’t help but turn into his touch. “Do you think if the circumstances were different? If we did things the normal way, you could have accepted who I am? My way of life?”

  I contemplate his question while searching his eyes. Why does he want to know? What does it matter?

  “I’m not sure. What aspects are you talking about?”

  Surely not the kidnapping.

  “My domineering side. You would have never known about my ‘other’ business.”

  I ponder his question some more then shrug. “I don’t know how you build a relationship on lies. But you never gave me a chance to find out on my own, so I guess we’ll never know.” It’s an honest answer. He nods, with a small frown.

  “How did you end up like this? End up here?” I ask curiously. I have so many questions. There are so many things I want to know. Kayne rolls on top of me, my body crying out from his weight. He rubs his nose softly against mine, as if conflicted. “That story is for another time. Another lifetime. But I promise one day I’ll tell you.”

  “Why can’t you tell me now?”

  He shakes his head. “Now’s not the time.”

  “When will be the time?” I question him.

  “I’m not sure exactly. But soon. Just try to keep an open mind, and remember things aren’t always as they appear. It’s all I can say about it.”

  If I wasn’t so emotionally exhausted and physically drained, I’d try to coerce more information out of him. I like him like this, open and affectionate. I like the Dom too. I’m beginning to realize I’m fond of all of Kayne’s sides, which I know is a dangerous thing. He kidnapped me; he keeps me on a leash and collared like a puppy. I’m his to control and more and more, I’m acclimating to this lifestyle.

  “Okay,” I acquiesce.

  “Good. Can you get up and take a shower?”

  “Jett usually puts me in the bath after one of your punishings.”

  Kayne shoots me a twisted look. “One of my punishings? Is that how you see sex with me?”

  “Sometimes.” I shrug demurely.

  All the time.

  Kayne smiles boldly. “Good. Because no one will ever give it to you as good as me.”

  On some deep elemental level, I know it’s the truth.

  Kayne gets up and walks into the bathroom butt naked, and I hear him run the tub. A few minutes
later the smell of eucalyptus drifts into the bedroom.

  He comes back once the water stops running.

  “Can you get up?” He holds out a hand.

  I sit up, and every fiber of my being protests, especially the ones between my knees.

  Kayne must see the agony on my face, because he scoops me up without a word and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the tub and submerges both of us into the steaming hot water.

  “Ah.” It feels like I’m being pelted with stones as the water works to relax my exploited muscles. Kayne leans me against his chest, wrapping me up in his strong arms. I liquefy.

  “Who do you belong to, Ellie?” He kisses my temple, the two of us immersed in overflowing bubbles.

  “You, Kayne.”

  ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT is Ellie’s ass.

  And how she felt in my arms this morning. I pick at my bottom lip mindlessly as I fantasize about her. Her toned body, her sultry green eyes, her sexy smirk, her wet fucking ...

  “Kayne.” Jett waves his hand in front of my face. “Hello, Kayne. Can you please stop daydreaming?”

  I’m trying, but Ellie seems to be all I can think about. She’s invaded my life like a force I never saw coming. I want to keep her more than anything. But after all this? After everything I’ve put her through? A life without her is a fate worse than death. Which is a strong possibility, too, if everything gets fucked up.

  “Javier is up to something. We should have heard from El Rey by now. There should be meetings set up. A drop point. Accounts established. None of that has happened. It’s been a month.” Jett paces in front of my desk.

  “It hasn’t gone unnoticed,” I inform him.

  El Rey, The King, is one of largest drug kingpins in the world. He is notorious for being a ghost and responsible for over fifty percent of the cocaine and heroin smuggled into the US. Javier is his right-hand man and our only line to meeting him face to face.

  “Well what the fuck should we do? Endeavor is breathing down my neck. They know El Rey is within reach.”

  “Tell Endeavor to cool their jets. There’s nothing we can do but wait. If we make the wrong move our cover will be blown and years of hard work will be worth shit.” Jett huffs. He knows I’m right. Situations like these are dangerous and deadly and need to be handled with delicate care.

  “How is Spice?” I ask.

  “Healing.” Jett clenches his fist. He takes looking after the women in the house as a serious task. He dotes over them like prize-winning orchids. They provide an invaluable service of their own free will. They are rare, exquisite creatures, according to him, and seeing one of them hurt nearly sent him on a murderous rampage. Javier seems to have that effect on people.

  Jett may look more like a laidback surfer than cold-blooded killer, but he has a dark side just like the rest of us. He wanted to kill Javier. Like, take a rusty kitchen knife and slit his throat. I would have held the spineless worm down while he did it, but we need the Mexican motherfucker alive. “She’s recuperating, but she still wants to go.”

  I groan, annoyed. The girls who work for me come from all walks of life. Some are ex-prostitutes from the slums of the streets looking for a safe environment. Some are from upper class communities, looking to fulfill the piece of them that’s missing. Sex fiends with insatiable appetites. No matter where they come from, they’re treated all the same. Trained and educated in all sexual aspects to provide my clientele the erotic experience they pay top dollar for.

  I don’t want to see her go, but I won’t force her to stay.

  “If she leaves, make sure she’s compensated accordingly,” I tell him, rocking back in my black leather office chair.

  Jett nods with a frown. He doesn’t want her to go either.

  “I’ll have a word with Javier. See if I can grease the wheels.” I crack my knuckles irked.

  “I think that’s smart.” He glances at his watch. “I need to check on Ellie.”

  “Dress her. I want to take her for a walk,” I tell him pointedly.

  Jett just stares, those fucking aqua eyes probing me.

  “What?” I insist.

  “You know you can’t keep her,” he reminds me.

  I growl at him. She’s mine.

  “What’s going to happen when she finds out the truth?” He treads lightly.

  My world will end.

  “It will be over.” I shrug, trying to play off the inevitable apocalypse.

  “Are you going to be able to live with that?” he asks delicately.

  “I’ll have no other choice,” I respond indifferently, while my heart secretly granulates in my chest.

  If I’m even alive at all.

  I FIND JAVIER EATING IN the grand dining room. Its walls are a light yellow, with an extravagant baroque mural on the recessed ceiling overhead.

  “Kayne.” He smiles smugly with a mouth full of food.

  I sit across the expansive mahogany table from him. I keep my expression cool and my demeanor even colder.

  “Javier.” I address him.

  “Are you here to share a meal with me?” he asks with his thick accent.

  “No.”

  “A woman then?”

  “Definitely not,” I scowl.

  “Then what can I do for you, amigo?”

  “You can tell me what the fuck is going on. You have been under my roof for a month. Eaten my food and fucked my women. But made no mention of El Rey.”

  “That’s not a very nice tone for a house guest.” He fiddles with the silver knife in his left hand. I track his every movement.

  “Have you ever heard the expression constant company is never welcome?” I ask short tempered.

  “No. In Mexico, it’s mi casa es su casa.”

  I glare at the complacent bastard.

  Six months ago an associate of mine contacted me. A real stand up hell of a guy. He informed me El Rey had caught wind of my tequila empire. He looked into me and liked what he found. An American who exports alcohol out of Mexico and runs an elite brothel. My less than perfect morals intrigued him. He saw an opportunity to do business with me, because what goes better with drugs than alcohol? It’s as natural as peanut butter and jelly. That’s when I first met Javier. We exchanged correspondences, and as El Rey’s right hand, he was responsible for informing me of The King’s interests and coordinating the details. They wanted to utilize my exportation of tequila to move drugs into the US. I have plenty of customs agents in my pocket, which El Rey was already aware of. He definitely does his homework. He wouldn’t be the man he is if he didn’t. Yes couldn’t come out of my mouth fast enough.

  Three months ago I was invited to Mexico for a sit down with Javier. Me, being an American, had both El Rey and Javier taking extra precautions. You never know who you’re dealing with in this business. Friend or foe, ally or enemy. Law enforcement or not. Javier flew me down in a private jet, and then had me amicably escorted by gunpoint to his home. It was the most terrifying car ride of my life. Once there, I realized the true depth of evil I was dealing with. Besides being a main player for one of Mexico’s largest drug cartels, he was also a slave trader. He had dozens of girls broken beyond repair. They crawled around his house on all fours like cats and were never permitted to stand. Naked and starved, some were so thin you could see their spine and ribcage. He kept them in tiny metal crates so small they were forced to crouch in a ball. And every night he tortured one of them. For the three days I was there, I heard their screams. And there wasn’t one fucking thing I could do about it. I had a mission. That was my focus, as unbearable as it was. The last night the wails were the worst. They were bloodcurdling, echoing through the entire house. The disturbing shrieks still haunt me. I don’t think they’ll ever stop. I nearly cracked, damning it all to hell. My hero complex flared, but just as I got out of bed to end the madness, the screams stopped. Sometime later I heard digging in the backyard. I peeked out the window to see one of Javier’s thugs kicking a body into a shallow grave under th
e moonlight. He killed her. While I was in his fucking house. No shame, no concern.

  I nearly puked at the sight of her bloodied, abused state. After that night, I swore that girl’s death wouldn’t be in vain. I would destroy Javier, El Rey, and anyone else associated with them.

  That time is coming soon. I’m walking a tightrope that keeps getting narrower and narrower, and I just have to keep my balance for a little while longer.

  That’s why I took Ellie. I knew what Javier was capable of. I flashed back to that moment and saw her lifeless form the moment he said he wanted her.

  And as I’ve said before, like fucking hell I was going to let that happen. If anyone was going to torture her, it was going to be me. So I took her before he had the chance to pursue her. And he would have. Once Javier wants something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.

  “What the fuck is going on, Javier? Has there been any word from El Rey? Is he interested or not? I don’t have the time or patience to fuck around. I gave him my price and my conditions. They are more than reasonable.”

  “Yes, he’s agreed.” He wipes his mouth with the white cloth napkin, and then tosses it on the table. A stupid smile on his face. This prick is always smiling. I wish I knew what was so fucking amusing.

  “So what’s the hold up?”

  “How’s your whore, Kayne? Does she miss me?” he diverts.

  “She’s got nothing to fucking do with this conversation.”

  “I hear the two of you, you know. I listen at the door while you make her scream. She’s very impressive.” My blood boils in my veins. That motherfucker is never getting near Ellie again. “What if I wanted her to be part of the deal?” he asks darkly.

  “I’d tell you to fuck off,” I snarl.

  “You’d pass on millions of dollars because of some whore?” He raises his eyebrows intrigued.

  “She’s mine. I’m prideful, what can I say.” I keep my voice firm, desperately suppressing the dread clawing up my throat.

  “I’d love to dip my dick and see what’s makes her so special.” He licks his lips. I want to pull his tongue right out of his mouth and wrap it around his head.