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

by M Never

  “Kayne?” she speaks softly, kissing my neck, my cheek, my lips. “Tell me if this isn’t okay.”

  “It’s fine.” I grip onto the underside of the headboard and respond robotically. I understand so much at this moment. So much of what I put Ellie through. How I restrained her mind and her body. For a split second, I can’t even believe this woman is with me. I can’t believe she is giving me a second chance. She is, without a doubt, stronger than I will ever be.

  I lift my head to kiss her, trusting her with all my insecurities and all my fears.

  “I love your body.” She skims her fingernails from the top of my chest, over my abdomen, all the way down to the sensitive skin right above my cock. I break out in goose bumps as she does it a second time. “I also love the way you feel when you’re inside me.” I watch engrossed as she straddles my hips and teases my cock with her slippery little pussy. My stomach muscles tense involuntarily as she slides her slit over my pounding erection, but denies me penetration. I moan helplessly.

  “Ellie,” I groan, lifting my pelvis, begging to just thrust up inside her once.

  “Need me, baby?” She throws my own words back at me as she glides over my length a second, a third, and a fourth time.

  “You know I do.” I yank on the headboard dying to get my hands on her.

  “Tell me what you want.” She leans over and swirls her tongue against my neck. “Do you want me to suck you? Stroke you? Fuck you?” she whispers lasciviously in my ear.

  Little temptress, she knows just what she’s doing. Driving me mad.

  “I want you to take your top off so I can suck on your tits while you fuck me.”

  You can never say I’m not a man who doesn’t know what he wants. Ellie gazes down at me hotly as she slowly unties the back of her bikini top. It loosens but doesn’t expose any skin until she slips it over her head and her breasts hang free. Gradually, teasingly, she leans forward and skims one nipple over my lips. I latch onto it and suck hard, causing us both to moan. As I lick and nibble and bite the little stone her nipple has become, Ellie eagerly lines up the head of my erection with the entrance of her pussy. I can’t wait; I’m beyond desperate so I thrust upward, obtaining the penetration I so desperately need. Her head snaps back and her body bows as my entire length is submerged in her completely.

  “Do I feel good?” Ellie asks as she takes me, engulfing my cock entirely in her tight, wet channel.

  “You know you do. Nothing feels as good as you,” I groan against her breast, sucking the skin until it turns purple.

  “Nothing?” She starts to rock her hips in an elongated movement, stroking my entire dick from base to tip.

  “Nothing. Not one thing on the face of this Earth feels better than you,” I hiss as we fuck leisurely, Ellie in complete control.

  “I could say the same.” She sits up straight and arches her back, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her naked body. I’m close to ripping the shirt around my wrists in two. If she doesn’t start moving quickly and feed my body more, my arousal is going to spark into an unstoppable fury.

  “Ellie.” I grind my teeth and pull on the headboard until the wood strains, “move.”

  “Beg me.” She plants her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin. “Beg me to make you come.”

  Fuck! Little brat, she’s using my own tactics against me, spurring my need to soar and the beast to howl as she purposely torments me.

  “Please.” I clench my jaw as she tortures me with pleasure. “Please, baby, make me come.”

  “Let me come,” she corrects me.

  I inhale hard. “Let me come.” I stare into her eyes. I can’t imagine what I look like—inside I’m a shitstorm of raging hormones, on the outside, I’m trying frantically to keep my cool. I wonder if Ellie knows which side is winning out? “Ellie, goddamn it, please,” I growl as I buck beneath her, her muscles clenching my cock brutally. This submissive bullshit is for the birds. I just want to grab her hips, flip her over, and fuck her until she screams, but Ellie seems to have her own agenda. Not to mention, her own frustratingly slow pace.

  She leans down and kisses me hard, driving her tongue between my lips, assailing my mouth. “Good boy,” she rasps as she begins to move, riding me fast, digging her nails even deeper into my chest until she’s close to drawing blood.

  Watching Ellie does something to me. It affects me in ways that I never believed imaginable. Letting her take control, feeling her body move, and seeing her cheeks heat with arousal physically destroys me. “Fuck! I’m going to come.” My cock sharpens and my tendons threaten to tear as my orgasm speeds through my system.

  “Me, too,” Ellie hisses, her face tight as she keeps up the mind-bending rhythm. A few seconds later, she moans above me as I explode beneath her. Her throbbing pussy milking my climax for everything it’s worth. Once the two of us are depleted, she collapses on top of me.

  “God,” I tear my shirt to shreds in order to release my hands and secure Ellie in my arms with this overwhelming need to hold her.

  There are so many emotions escalating through me, I can barely get my thoughts straight.

  “You okay?” Ellie asks, as if she can see my instability dancing like a shadow on the wall.

  I don’t answer.

  “Kayne?” Ellie lifts her head worried.

  “I’m fine,” I finally answer. “That was just . . . Was just . . . way more than watching your tits bounce in the air.”

  We stare at each other for a beat then erupt into laughter. For me, it’s a cathartic laugh. Being with Ellie is just so goddamn easy. Every stressful moment of my life seems to fade away.

  Seems to never have existed.

  “You scared me for a second.” She lies back down.

  “You scare me every second,” I admit, threading my fingers into her hair.

  “Why?”

  “You do things to me, Ellie.”

  “Like tie you up with your undershirt?”

  “That would be one thing,” I chuckle. “But not exactly what I mean. I’ve never been able to relax. I’ve always been anxious and on edge. But with you, I feel calm. It’s new.”

  Ellie smiles shyly at me then kisses my chest right where her name is tattooed. She doesn’t say a word because nothing needs to be said. We just lay there lazily as she nestles her face against my side while I brush my hand along her back.

  “Kayne?”

  “Mmmm?”

  “What do you think would have happened that night if things hadn’t gotten all messed up?”

  I smile to myself with my eyes closed. “Exactly what I planned. I would’ve taken you back to my penthouse and fucked you.”

  “Would you have tried to tie me up?” I feel her look up at me.

  “Probably. Would you have let me?” I glance down at her.

  “Probably.”

  “Interesting to know.”

  SEVEN DAYS. I HAVE SPENT six nights and seven days with Kayne, and he has me flying high. Like, literally, ten thousand feet in the air. At the moment, I’m being strapped to his body with a skintight harness. To say I’m not shitting myself would be a lie. Skydiving was the one activity Kayne pushed for. When he saw the brochure on Matias’ desk, his eyes lit up so brightly they nearly blinded us. I immediately protested, arguing that if God wanted humans to fly, he would have given us wings. Kayne contested, saying God improvised and gave us parachutes. Only after a lengthy, one-sided conversation of Kayne explaining how he’s probably more experienced than a skydiving instructor, having jumped over fifty times, did he finally persuade me to give in. Which brings us to now, the two of us standing in an open doorway of a tiny plane looking down at turquoise-blue water and the small circular-shaped island of Bora Bora. I think I’m going to throw up.

  Kayne is nothing like I dreamed about, but everything I could have ever wanted. Every day together just gets better and better. It’s almost surreal, but definitely not perfect. There’s something missing. Something he’s holding back,
which in turn makes me hold back. I know my late-night conversations with Jett don’t help, but what he doesn’t understand is that by me talking to someone else, I allow myself to open up to him. It helps me process and helps me accept. Letting go of the anger and the feeling of betrayal wasn’t easy. But Jett helped me work through it.

  I swear he’s a shrink, a sexual connoisseur, and a fashionista all rolled into one.

  And as to why we talk in the middle of the night? At first, it was because I couldn’t sleep, but it quickly became because I didn’t want to miss one second with Kayne while he is awake.

  “Ready?” Kayne asks with his mouth close to my ear.

  “No.” I dig my fingernails into his thighs.

  “Relax,” he purrs. “I would never let anything happen to you. Trust me?”

  I flash back to the last time he asked me that. I was tied up then, too. The answer is still the same; I just hope the outcome is different. A few short hours after he asked me if I trusted him the last time, the sky fell on me. Now, I’m about to fall through the sky.

  “Yes,” I answer faintly with my heart beating so hard it’s leaving an indentation on my chest.

  “On three.” Kayne cradles my face against his shoulder and then criss-crosses our arms in front of my chest so I’m pressed snugly against him. “Count with me.” He raises his voice over the hum of the engine.

  I take a deep breath and nod with my eyes closed, hoping I find the courage to actually make it to three.

  “One!” Kayne yells as we inch closer to the edge. It feels like a vacuum is trying to suck us up.

  “Two!” we say together, and then suddenly we’re falling nose first into a wind tunnel. A piercing scream rips from my throat as we plummet downward, cool air whipping right through our clothes. What the fuck happened to three!?!

  I know it’s only supposed to last two minutes, but the seconds suddenly feel like hours as the adrenaline pumps triple time through my body. I don’t know at what altitude I finally allow myself to breathe and take it all in, but once I do, the feeling is euphoric; an entrancing split of body and mind.

  “Hang on!” Kayne yells as he pulls the ripcord and the parachute deploys, jerking us back only to release us a moment later into a soft glide.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaim as my pounding heart echoes in my ears.

  “Not too many people can say they saw the island from this angle.”

  “I’m sure that’s true,” I reply in awe as we fall slowly, drinking in the indescribable view. From here, you can see everything—the reefs at the bottom of the turquoise lagoon, the dark-green landscape, and the top of Mt. Otemanu surrounded by a ring of white puffy clouds.

  “Ellie, I’m releasing the parachute. We’re going to land in shallow water. Be ready for the impact,” Kayne tells me all too soon as he pulls another cord a foot or two over the water. We drop, but land easily as the water cushions our fall. Once Kayne unhooks my harness, I turn instantly and jump into his arms. The adrenaline coursing through my veins like a fast moving stream.

  “That was amazing!”

  “You liked it?” He laughs lifting me up.

  “I loved it!” I kiss him. “Let’s do it again!”

  “Now?”

  “Yes!”

  “Like the rush, huh?”

  “Yes. And it’s all your fault.” I plunge my tongue into his mouth and kiss him fiercely.

  “I created a monster?”

  “You have no idea,” I growl trying to kiss him again as something dark and primitive bubbles deep down inside me.

  Kayne pulls away and looks at me funny. I feel high. It’s the same feeling I used to get when he would control me, when he would command me. I want to tell him I want that again, but the words fall flat and insecurity takes over. What I’m scared of, I don’t know. Him taking it too far? Me letting him? I know what he’s capable of and how much he gets off on pushing my limits. I also know it’s his dominant side he’s holding back. It’s the part of him that still terrifies me and thrills me all the same; I don’t think any amount of time is going to change that, but it doesn’t intimidate me the way it used to. I know I have a choice now, and I choose to want it. To want him. Every side and every angle.

  “Ellie?”

  “Yeah?” Kayne catches me staring at his mouth. That mouth that is so spectacular and mind-blowing it could be the eighth wonder of the world.

  “You seriously want to go again?”

  I look up into his eyes. They’re bright blue from the glare of the sun; the brown patch a stark contrast to the light color.

  “Yes,” I answer confidently.

  He gazes at me inquisitively. “We are still talking about skydiving, right?”

  “For now,” I answer darkly.

  “HUNGRY?” KAYNE ASKS AS HE deposits me onto the bed. I’m beat. Skydiving takes a lot out of you, or at least a lot out of me. I nodded off in the golf cart on the way back to the bungalow. I’m pretty sure my lack of sleep isn’t helping either. I’ve barely gotten four hours a night since I arrived.

  “Starving,” I tell him while he is hovering over me.

  “Dine in or eat out?”

  “Eat out?” I can’t help it; I burst out laughing right in his face.

  “You’re a pervert,” he chuckles.

  “Says the man who loves whips and chains and butt plugs!” I roll over holding my side.

  “And spanking,” he smacks me on the ass, and I jerk. “Don’t forget spanking.”

  “Oh!” I moan loudly and all laughter dies. It suddenly feels like a thick cloud of tension has blanketed the room.

  Kayne’s eyes smolder, the look so hot it could burn coal. My thighs actually clench from need. But as quickly as the excitement surfaces, it disappears. Why is he holding back? Kayne straightens and clears his throat, but his arousal is still evident. It’s pitching a tent in his shorts.

  “Go out or eat in?” he rephrases, adjusting himself.

  “Eat in,” I answer softly.

  He nods pensively. “What would you like?”

  “Cheeseburger and French fries.”

  Kayne smirks. “Done.”

  “What’s so amusing?”

  “Nothing. I just like that you like what I like.”

  I don’t think he realizes how true his statement is.

  “I’ll order.” He heads over to the nightstand.

  “Oh and—” I roll onto my stomach to follow him.

  “A bottle of champagne and a glass of mango juice.” He picks up the receiver. “I know.”

  I smile. I had the mango Bellini the other night at dinner and now I’m addicted. While Kayne orders dinner, I get up and go outside. A few more minutes of lying around and I will be out for the count. Besides, I don’t want to miss the sunset. It’s my favorite time of day. I shrug out of my cover-up and slip into the pool, making myself comfortable on the seat built into the side. I bask in the warm water as the sky illuminates in a medley of blues and purples and oranges and reds. I feel Kayne swim up behind me and pull me into his arms.

  “Enjoying the view?”

  “It never gets old.” I spin around and gaze at the angelic face capable of so many demonic things, all of which he seems to keep hidden away under lock and key. I straddle his thighs and dot kisses on his lips to distract myself from my esoteric desires. I don’t know how to tell him what I want because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. How do you tell your former owner that you want him to own you all over again? It sounds crazy even to me.

  “Why did you join the Army?” I ask curiously. Kayne has been forthcoming about most things, but he does dance around some subjects, like his childhood, expertly. Kayne clams up for a beat before he answers robotically. “It was three hot meals a day and a roof over my head. Not very patriotic, I know, but the truth. I didn’t have many choices then, it was either keep living on the street or enlist.”

  “You were homeless?” This is new information.

  “For a little w
hile, yeah. Not my proudest moment, but it was better than another shitty foster home.”

  “Was foster care that bad?” I ask.

  Kayne shudders. “Let’s put it this way, I won the lottery every time for crappiest foster parents.”

  I frown. “What was it like?”

  He looks away, and I’m convinced he’s shutting down.

  “When I wasn’t starving to death or being used as a human punching bag?” he answers bitterly, “Hell.”

  “How long did you live on the street?” I scan over his beautiful face, the lines angular, his jaw clean shaven and clenched tight.

  He looks back at me, his eyes devoid of all emotion, like he has to put up a wall just to talk about it.

  “Six months. That last home did me in.”

  “How?” I frown.

  Kayne expels a deep breath and closes his eyes. This is clearly difficult for him.

  “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”

  It looks like he’s considering my out, but he surprises me and continues talking.

  “I had just turned seventeen when I went to live with the Millers. My social worker raved about them,” he says detached. “Said they were the best of the best. I didn’t believe a word she said. By that time, I was so broken, so raw, I didn’t believe anything anyone said to me. I was always on the defensive because it was all I knew how to be. They were a pretty young couple, maybe early forties. I remember them being very welcoming. Their house was big and clean, and for the first time in my life, I had a room of my own. I pretty much holed up in it for the first month I was there. Mrs. Miller would bring me all my meals and gave me the space they told her that I needed. Both she and Mr. Miller would try to talk to me, but they quickly realized how far gone I was. It took a few long months to finally believe they weren’t out to hurt me. I was always waiting for them to punish me somehow, hit me, starve me, do something I was used to. But neither of them ever laid a hand on me. They just waited patiently for me to come around. After about three months, I started eating dinner at the table with the two of them and then helping around the house after school. Mr. Miller let me hang out in the garage while he worked on his old car listening to eighties’ music. Mrs. Miller taught me how to do laundry and make scrambled eggs. She was the closest thing to a mother-figure I ever had. And after about six months, I finally relaxed and believed I had found two people I could trust. That’s when everything went wrong.”