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

by M Never

“Still sensitive about the age thing?”

  “Yes.” I close my eyes and smirk.

  “I don’t think it’s a big deal. You act like you’re twelve most of the time anyway.”

  “Oh, really?” I laugh. “I didn’t realize we spent enough time together for you to assess that.”

  “I’m intuitive,” she muses.

  “Maybe. But I’m not the only one who has an issue with age. Kayne and your father do, too.”

  “Yeah, them,” she says passively. “They don’t scare me.”

  “Good to know you have no fear. I, on the other hand, have a pair of balls they would love to cut off just for looking at you.”

  “Sucks to be you,” she says mockingly.

  “I’m glad you take the well-being of my balls so seriously.”

  “Of course, I do.” Tara reaches down and cups them. “I would miss sucking on them if they were gone.” She squeezes.

  “Mmm,” I jerk. “Careful little girl, or you’ll be sucking on them sooner than you think.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “TARA?” I FEEL CJ NUDGE me. “Tara, wake up,” he hums in my ear. I crack my eyes open to his gorgeous face and warm brown eyes. He may be ten years older than I am, but he’s still just as attractive as any twenty-year-old guy I know. “I ordered breakfast. Are you hungry?” He nods at a hotel cart. On it is a room service plate covered by a silver tin.

  “I am now that you woke me up.”

  “I’m sorry. I couldn’t watch you sleep anymore.” His voice is heavy with desire.

  “What time is it?” I rub my eyes and try to sit up.

  “Eleven.” He urges me back down. “Don’t get up. I like seeing you in my bed.”

  I like being in your bed.

  CJ sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls the sheets away from my body. “One night wasn’t enough, Tara.” He caresses my bare stomach. I slept with no clothes on, so I am completely naked. “I have a proposition for you.”

  “Proposition?” I crease my eyebrows, and he touches the little dimple between them.

  “Yes. I want to steal you away the rest of the weekend. I want you all to myself.”

  “Steal how? Like tie me to the bed?”

  “That could be one option.” He leers at me.

  “I’m listening.” He definitely has my attention.

  “I fly out tomorrow night. And I want to spend every second I have left in New York with you. No interruptions. No friends, or family, or electronic devices . . . Unless they vibrate,” he stipulates lewdly. “Just you and me and our wildest fantasies.”

  “You’re being serious?”

  “Completely.” He moves his hand up my torso and cups one of my breasts. “I want this body at my complete disposal for the next thirty-six hours.” I close my eyes and sigh under his touch. “What do you say?”

  I run through all the things I have to do this weekend and weigh the costs for falling off the face of the earth for almost two days. I have been dreaming about CJ since I left Hawaii, and now, he’s here propositioning me. Making an offer extremely hard to refuse.

  “Tara?” He repeats my name. “What do you say?” There’s an air of anxiety in his voice.

  I pop my eyes open and smile. Consequences be damned. “I say . . . what’s for breakfast?”

  CJ beams, pulling off the metal top of the plate, and I can’t help but laugh.

  “Chocolate cake?”

  “Mmm hmm.” He swipes some frosting with his index finger and brings it to my mouth, and I suck the sweetness directly off it. Yum. That has to be some of the best icing I have ever tasted.

  “So you’re all mine, then?” He steals some more frosting.

  I nod.

  “That’s not a good enough answer.” He feeds me his sugary finger.

  “You’re going to make me fat.” I toy with him instead of telling him what he wants to hear.

  CJ goes for another dollop of chocolate, but this time instead of bringing it to my mouth, he urges my legs apart and swirls it around my clit.

  “Don’t worry.” He wets his lips. “We’ll just fuck the extra calories off. Life’s too short not to have sex or eat chocolate cake.” With that, he leans down and buries his face between my thighs.

  “Oh!” I tense as he eats me alive. His tongue lashing through my folds and flicking my pierced clit.

  “Oh, god!” I grab his hair and rock my hips as he licks me in all the right places. In all my most sensitive spots. He’s searched them out and explored them all and is now using his knowledge against me.

  I’m panting uncontrollably, so close to the edge when he lifts his head.

  “Please don’t stop.” My voice is a pleading whisper.

  “You never gave me an answer, Tara.” He reaches over and opens the nightstand drawer.

  “Answer?” My head is in the clouds right now, and my body is shouting for release. I watch as he removes a condom, pulls his gym shorts down, and covers his straining length.

  “Yes, an answer.” He hovers over me. “Can I steal you away?” He nudges the head of his erection against my entrance. “Can I own you for thirty-six hours?” He pushes into me, and I willingly spread my legs.

  With CJ deep inside me, I forget how to think. I only hear his echoing questions and feel the euphoric pleasure as he stretches me wide and takes total control.

  “Yes,” I hear myself say. “You can have me.” I gasp as he thrusts. “You can have me anytime, anywhere, any way you want.” My muscles clench around his cock as it easily slides in and out, conjuring sensations that are indescribable.

  “Say it again.” His voice is rough.

  “You can have me. Anytime, anywhere, any way you want.”

  “Good, because I plan to do exactly that.” We both quiver as we succumb to the building pressure.

  I bury my face in his neck as I start to go under, his pelvis grazing my clit ring with every stroke. It heightens everything. Even the slightest caress.

  “Oh fuck,” I tear up. This is way more intense than the rough fuck last night. This is close and intimate and magnified tenfold.

  “Talk to me, Tara. Tell me what you feel.”

  I learned fairly quickly that CJ likes it when I’m vocal. He likes me to tell him what feels good and what doesn’t. He likes to know all my little ins and outs.

  “That feels good.” I force myself to speak, as he circles his hips. “Just like that.” His pelvis grazes across my clit again and again, and I nearly see stars. “I’m going to come.” My voice rises, and my breathing speeds up. “Oh shit . . . I’m so close.” He does it once more, and I explode from the inside out. Screaming and crying, my orgasm rocks me to the very core. Every square inch of my body tingles and prickles and throbs until it gives out.

  “Holy shit, Tara.” CJ’s quivering voice pulls me back. His hand is clutching my throat, and he’s kissing me languidly.

  Holy shit is right.

  I slowly open my eyes—it’s the only part of my body I’m able to move—and drowsily kiss him back, pinned under his full weight completely content.

  “Tell me you’re all mine.” His brown eyes flash with possessiveness.

  My chest feels heavy as I hesitate.

  “Tara?” CJ whispers, nuzzling my neck.

  “I’m all yours. Today and tomorrow, I’m all yours.” I hug him, suppressing the pang of guilt in my chest. I know what this weekend means. It’s purely physical, just like the few days in Hawaii were. We lead two very different lives on opposite sides of the country. He has a career; I’m just finishing grad school. There’s no real future for us. We may have magnificent chemistry, but it doesn’t mean what CJ and I share is going to be long term. He doesn’t need to know all my secrets, only the ones I choose to share with him. Monday he’ll be gone, and life will go back to normal.

  “Tell me a secret.” He kisses me softly, and I smile coyly.

  “I’m still hungry.”

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p; I THROW MY WEEKEND BAG over my shoulder. CJ wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to steal me away. He didn’t want to let me out of his sight, but I insisted that if he was abducting me for the next thirty-six hours, I at least needed some clean underwear and a change of clothes. His response? You can just walk around naked. As appealing as that sounds, he also informed me he wanted to take me out. Like on a real date. In a restaurant. We never did that in Hawaii. A real date. Sure, we shared meals—in bed—but we were keeping our little affair hush-hush, so public displays of affection were a no go. And a nice fancy dinner that consisted of just the two of us was definitely out of the question. Kayne saw us kissing after the wedding and made no qualms about telling CJ what he thought about it. I heard the whole conversation since I was hiding in his bathroom during the verbal smackdown. Right then and there, we both agreed it would be in our best interest to keep our relationship to ourselves. Kayne wasn’t the only obstacle. Once my father got wind we were spending time together, I received a verbal smackdown of my own. He’s too old . . . he’s Kayne’s business partner . . . if things go south, it could make problems all the way around . . .

  I get it.

  CJ and I are not ideal. But we are both adults and we are both undeniably attracted to each other. I love my father and I adore Kayne, but please, butt the fuck out.

  I’ll get off my soapbox now.

  I unplug my phone from the charger and send a quick text to my mom. Someone needs to know where I am. She knew all about CJ and me. She was really the only supportive one besides Ellie. Yes, she agreed the age difference was a bit of a problem, but she saw past that, just as I did. CJ has a big heart and is a good person. Isn’t that what really matters?

  I hail a cab outside my building and direct it to CJ’s hotel. Since I am still in school, I rent a tiny ass apartment in the city. Like, it’s literally a closet with a bathroom, but it’s all mine and that is rare when you are a broke college student trying to make ends meet in New York. Student loans—that I will be paying off into my next lifetime—and my tips at Jo Jo’s barely cover all my expenses, but I manage to get by. My parents try to throw me a bone every now and again, but I hate taking money from them. They barely scrape by themselves. I learned quickly that I needed to be creative when running low on extra cash.

  I use the swipe key CJ gave me to enter his suite. This place really is amazing. It isn’t huge, but it’s definitely a comfortable size. It has a bedroom, a living room, and an office area. But the most spectacular part is the location. Right in the heart of midtown where high rises and apartment buildings are a breath away. Below the panoramic window is a bird’s-eye view of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Standing here, it makes you feel so unbelievably small but in such a marvelous way.

  “CJ?” I drop my bag in the living room and remove my thigh-high boots. CJ said he liked them, so I put together several outfits to match them.

  I walk into the bedroom and hear the shower going. I stroll into the bathroom casually.

  “CJ?”

  “In here!” I spy him soaping up his hair through the foggy glass. Mmm . . . If I didn’t already have my hair and makeup done, I’d join him.

  “I’ll be in the living room. I just wanted to let you know I’m back.” I raise my voice so he can hear me over the spray.

  “Hey, wait a sec! Come here.”

  He rubs the soap out of his hair as I walk over to the shower. The bathroom is all black and white marble with silver accents, and wonderfully large. I have been eyeing the claw-foot soaking tub since this morning. We definitely need to spend some time in there before the weekend is up.

  I stand next to the shower door. “What’s up? You need a towel?” I cross my arms and appreciate his chiseled silhouette through the tempered glass.

  “Not exactly.” He opens the door and snatches my wrist. “I need you,” he says pulling me inside.

  I don’t even have time to react as he drags me under the water. “CJ!” I squeal as he draws me into his arms and soaks me from head to toe. The hair and makeup I spent an hour perfecting ruined.

  “You’re not funny!” I scold him as he kisses me.

  “I couldn’t help it. I like you wet.”

  “I’ll get as wet as you want, just let me take my clothes off first.”

  “Great idea.” He starts stripping me naked. Pulling my sweater over my head and peeling off my drenched jeans. He tosses my wet clothes onto the floor in the corner, and then proceeds to explore my body with his hands and his tongue.

  “You were gone way too long.” He licks my neck.

  “I’m sorry. I was getting ready. I wanted to look nice for you.” I sigh as his hot skin presses against mine. “A vain attempt.”

  “It was,” he agrees, brushing my hair back with both hands then cupping my face. “But I couldn’t resist. I was thinking about that time you let me watch you touch yourself in the outside shower and wanted to relive the moment.”

  “Is that why you dragged me in here? So I can masturbate in front of you?”

  “And come,” he adds.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Like what?” He smiles audaciously.

  “Me coming.”

  “Just about as much as I like to come. Now, show me.” CJ steps back giving me ample room. If it’s a show he wants, I’ll give him one. I step under the running water and let it rain over my hair and body. I then, slowly, seductively, drag my index finger down the center of my chest and abdomen until I reach the apex of my legs. CJ’s eyes dilate as I spread my wet folds and expose the pink pierced flesh to him. Methodically, I circle my middle finger around my clit purposely avoiding playing with it, knowing my piercing is a panic button. One tiny touch and this performance will be over before it begins. I work myself up to an achy peak, massaging one breast and teasing a nipple, keeping a bearable pace around my inflamed nub.

  CJ stands a foot away from me, hungry as a rabid dog, feverishly stroking his cock as I touch myself. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet. It feeds my building need all the more, like gasoline on a wildfire. CJ takes a step closer to me, evaporating the distance between us. He pins me up against the wall, trapping my hand on my pussy. He’s breathing erratically, the feel of his jerking fist stroking my bare belly.

  “Do it,” he commands with a clenched jaw. “Do it, now,” he repeats as if he’s dying.

  Half dangling already, I move my fingers to the most sensitive part of my body. To the reactive little bull’s-eye that kicks me straight over the edge. As soon as I touch the engorged, throbbing flesh, I expel an incoherent moan as I unleash the orgasm I was holding at bay.

  While lost in the black abyss of ecstasy, I faintly sense CJ tense and feel warm spurts of cum coat my stomach.

  “It’s official.” CJ heaves in my ear.

  “What is?” I ask with hazy thoughts.

  “Our arrangement. I marked you so you officially belong to me.” He nips at my earlobe.

  I laugh lightly, still drained from my climax.

  “This deal is nothing to laugh about,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you in every inch of this hotel room. I’m going to make you come on every piece of furniture. I’m going to make you scream so loud, the neighbors are going to think I’m the second fucking coming. So be prepared.”

  I pop my eyes open and look at him. His expression is fierce, and I feel the conviction in each word reach the deepest most depraved parts of me.

  “I am prepared, and I’m looking forward to it.”

  One side of CJ’s mouth curves up.

  “Tell me a secret, Tara.” He traps my face between one palm and his lips.

  I smile to myself.

  “Next time, I want to watch,” I divulge.

  “Little firecracker,” he whispers, tickling the shell of my ear with his hot breath.

  He steals a quick kiss then drags me under the spray of the water, washing away the remnants of his orgasm from m
y stomach.

  After my second shower of the day, CJ and I proceed to get dressed. How we are actually able to put clothes on without ripping them right back off is a miracle. I swear the sexual attraction passing between us is thick enough to choke a horse.

  Since I refuse to spend another hour curling my hair, I resign to just throwing it all up into a bun, exhaling disappointedly as I secure it in place.

  “What’s wrong, shortcake?” CJ asks as he fixes his own hair next to me in the bathroom mirror. It’s shorter now than it was in Hawaii, the waves much more tame and manageable. The haircut makes him look older, more mature, but still delicious. CJ in New York seems more refined compared to the CJ on Maui, especially when he’s wearing a tight black sweater that outlines his biceps and snug stonewashed jeans.

  “Nothing.” I pin the last piece of hair in place. “I just wanted to wear my hair down today.”

  “I sort of ruined that, huh?”

  “Sort of.” I smirk playfully.

  “Well, if it makes you feel any better . . .” CJ slips his hands around my waist from behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder. “I happen to like your hair up. It gives me easier access to your neck.” He tickles me with kisses.

  “Quit it.” I giggle and squirm.

  “Not a chance. Now that I have you, I’m going to take advantage of every second.”

  “Does that mean we’re going back to bed?” I glare at him in the mirror.

  He returns my expression. “As much as I want to say yes, I don’t want to get blamed for ruining your hair a second time.”

  “You are so considerate,” I jest.

  “Aren’t I?” he returns.

  I roll my eyes, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

  “I’m a gentleman, believe it or not, and I would like to take you out.”

  “Out where?”

  “I was thinking a museum. Then a late lunch. Then after that, a show and then dinner.”

  “Sounds like a good time.”

  “I promise it will be.” Something salacious flashes in his dark brown eyes.

  “Let’s go then,” I suggest. “We’re burning daylight standing around here.”

  He releases me. “Wait here.”