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

by M Never

  “CJ . . . CJ . . .” I grab the sheets and squirm on the bed as he lifts me higher, watching my every tortured move.

  Of all the times he’s gone down on me, it has never felt like this. Never felt like more than just a physical act.

  I begin to shake, an orgasm hovering and my feelings breaching.

  He slashes his tongue against me one last time then pulls away, leaving me a quivering mess. He wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh then grabs for a condom.

  Sheathing himself quickly, he pins me beneath him and slides his cock between my wet folds. I twitch from the teasing friction. Clasping both of my hands, he breathes erratically while sinking inside me. I spread my legs wider, trying to accept as much of him as I possibly can.

  “That’s it, baby.” His voice is rough. “Open those legs and let me have you.”

  CJ grips my hands tighter and buries himself balls deep until I’m completely full, completely stretched, and completely his. As he thrusts, his pelvis massages my burning nub, but not in a frantic, bloodthirsty fuck like usual. This is emotive, terrifying, and climactic all at the same time. This is crossing oceans and demolishing boundaries. The way he’s looking at me, kissing me, making love to me.

  “Tara,” CJ murmurs my name like it’s a prayer. “Tell me you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”

  Oh, shit. I knew where this was headed, even though I didn’t want to believe it. It was too good to be true. I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want to be honest, either.

  I pant beneath him, trying to keep my wits.

  “Tara?” He thrusts in deep, and I arch in ecstasy.

  “Yes, I want to be with you.” I cave. “Every day, every night.” I try to catch my breath, but he feels so good, it’s paralyzing.

  “How do you feel? How do you truly fucking feel?” He grills me, all while delivering unearthly pleasure.

  I screw my eyes shut and concentrate on just his body, the rhythm of his hips, and the way his cock commands me.

  “Baby, tell me.” He buries his face in my neck and sucks on my skin, moving upward toward my ear. My breathing quickens like bullet rounds until his hair is tickling my cheek, and my pussy is throbbing so hard it hurts.

  “Tara, tell me a secret,” he appeals, and my eyes instantly water with tears.

  “I can’t,” I protest, my heart ready to implode.

  “Why?” He looks down at me, completely buried to the hilt.

  “Because if I say it, I can never take it back.”

  “That’s the point.” He leans in and kisses me as a tiny tear escapes down the side of my face.

  “Tell me a secret,” he urges, driving into me again. My stomach muscles contract in distress.

  “I love you.” The words leave my lips before I can even attempt to stop them. It’s my truest of truths. CJ told me to tell him a secret before I left Hawaii; it’s how the whole thing started. So I did . . .

  “Tara, tell me a secret.” He hugs me tightly outside the airport doors.

  With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I hide my face in his neck and force out, “I could fall in love with you.”

  It was the last thing I said to him before I escaped into the airport.

  “I love you, too.” He exhales as if he’s relieved. As if it’s finally real.

  The tension then cracks, and we both feel the pressure. It’s building unbearably between my thighs.

  I whimper and moan, so ready for a release.

  “You going to come for me, baby?”

  He pumps his hips a little harder, making sure he grazes my clit with every thrust. Making sure he drives me insane with lust, and I know how hard he is for me. The overstimulation against my slit and the fact that I am so madly in love with this man all pools in the lowest part of my belly.

  “You’re the only one I come for,” I expel as every single one of my nerve endings ignite.

  “Oh, fuck,” CJ sounds taken by surprise as he tumbles over with me, gyrating his hips and whimpering like a wounded man as my pussy chokes him. He grips my hands so tightly as he comes, it cuts off the circulation to my fingers.

  He collapses on top of me once his climax passes, the two of us sucking in air as if it’s becoming extinct.

  “I think that was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  “What?” I ask, mindlessly twirling a piece of his hair around my finger.

  “You’re the only one I come for,” he quotes me.

  “You liked that?”

  “I loved it.” He looks up at me with his head still resting on my chest. “I meant it when I said I loved you, too.”

  “I would hope so.”

  “You know what this means, right?”

  “No?”

  “You officially belong to me.”

  I nearly burst out into tears. There isn’t anything I want more than to belong solely to CJ.

  “I’m all yours,” I pledge as my throat burns from unshed tears.

  “Good.” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. “Because I am ready to hear you scream ‘I’m the only one you come for’ all over again. Roll over.” He forces me onto my stomach.

  I feel him get off the bed to throw away the condom and then hear him open the nightstand drawer to grab another one.

  “Hands and knees.” He pulls me up and grinds his semi-hard cock into my ass. “Maybe I’ll fuck you here this time.” CJ presses on the tight little ring of muscle between my cheeks.

  I throw my head back, tossing my hair. “I told you—Anytime, anywhere, any way you want.”

  He growls behind me. “You’re going to be the goddamn death of me, woman.”

  “There are worse ways to die.”

  “Yes, there are.” CJ kisses all the way up my spine.

  “Look up.”

  I tilt my head back expecting a kiss or my hair pulled, but he drops something shiny in front of my face instead. He dangles it for a second before he clasps the necklace around my neck. It’s dark in the room, but when I touch it, I can make out exactly what the little charm is. “A music note?”

  “Mmm hmm. A treble clef, to be exact.” He nuzzles my neck, giving me chills. My eyes water for the umpteenth time tonight. “Now, no matter what happens, I’ll always be next to your heart.”

  I’m pummeled with emotion, convinced he’s trying to kill me.

  I fiddle with the charm between my fingers, feeling the rough crust of diamonds.

  “I love it.”

  “I love you,” he says so earnestly, my chest tightens. I am the worst person on the face of the earth, but no matter what, I won’t give CJ up.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Good.” He smacks me on the ass. “Now, let me fuck you.”

  I actually tremble with need from the sting.

  “I’m all yours,” I purr.

  “I know.” He stretches my butt cheeks apart. “That necklace is my version of a collar since you won’t let me put a real one on you.”

  I crane my head to look at him as he spreads my arousal from tip to tip of my slit.

  “I might consider it if it has diamonds.”

  CJ’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he gazes back at me, all while penetrating my hole with his thumb.

  “Don’t fuck around with me, Tara. Because I will go out and buy you one tomorrow.”

  “As long as it’s pretty.” I stipulate as he sinks one finger into me, causing me to tense.

  “It will be goddamn fit for a queen.” He slides in one more digit and I shudder.

  “Mmm . . . fine, then.” I relinquish myself as he scissors me open. I stretch like a cat on the bed, trying to acclimate to the continuous waves of desire and discomfort. Trying to relax enough to hand myself over. “Fuck me,” I mewl. “Fuck me hard and show me just how much you want me to wear your collar.”

  CJ is seething by the time I’m stretched and ready for him.

  “Tell me I’m the only one you fucking come for.” He pa
nts like a thirsty dog.

  “You’re the only one I come for.” He presses the head of his cock into my now enlarged button hole. My body doesn’t accept his invasion easily, but CJ persists, pushing in and pulling out until his cock is swallowed up whole. I grab the sheets as I’m pelted with pain and rewarded with pleasure with each of his long, measured strokes.

  “Say it again.” He fucks me slowly at first.

  “You’re the only one I come for.” I clench my teeth, grabbing tighter onto the sheets.

  “Again.”

  “You’re the only one that I come for,” I huff out.

  “Oh shit, your sweet little ass.” He’s no longer gentle as he keeps a firm grip on me, making sure my cheeks stay spread.

  “Oh, fuck . . . oh, fuck . . .” He starts to lose control. “Touch yourself, Tara. I want you to come. I want you to fucking milk me while we both come.”

  I’m so oversensitive; I feel every single centimeter of his engorged cock as he fucks me, every minuscule expansion and contraction of my tiny, abused rosebud.

  I barely find my clit ring as he saws in and out of me.

  “Come, baby, come,” he stresses the last command with his hips, his straining length tearing me wide open, “and tell me what I want to fucking hear.” CJ quakes behind me, as close to an orgasm as I am.

  It doesn’t take much as my pussy is already throbbing, begging for another blinding release, dying from the exertion. The distraction.

  I rub myself off until I’m grinding against both my hand and CJ’s cock, the two of us moaning out loud like wild animals.

  “You going to come for me, baby?”

  I gasp, consumed with pleasure. “You’re the only one I come for. You’re the only one I come for!” I proclaim as I fly off the hinges, screaming and crying as my entire lower body throbs.

  “Fuck! Just me,” CJ grinds out as he comes. “Just. Fucking. Me.” He punctuates every word dominantly, matching the same rhythm of his punching cock.

  We both collapse forward, our limbs quivering as we recover in a post orgasmic bliss. I close my eyes. CJ’s warm body blanketing mine as I fall straight into a deep sleep . . . Dreaming of diamonds and collars and dancing music notes.

  I WAKE UP TO A naked Tara tangled around me. I hug her tighter, and she releases a soft sigh against my neck. I melt like spun sugar in the sun.

  I am so screwed. So, so, so, so, so fucking screwed, and so deliriously happy. What a goddamn mess. I demolished the invisible wall last night and have left us both vulnerable. The funny thing is, vulnerable has never felt so amazing.

  The sudden sound of continuous beeping jolts Tara awake.

  “Shit.” She curses disoriented as she scrambles out of bed to find her purse on the floor. She cuts the alarm as soon as she finds her phone at the bottom. I only know it was at the bottom because she fished around the bag, equally frustrated and tired before finally retrieving it with a sigh of relief.

  “Good morning.” I smile down at her from the bed.

  She looks up at me sleepily, her blonde hair tousled and covering half of her face. She blows a piece of it out of her eye and smiles. “Morning.”

  “Are you going to come back to bed, or will we be having breakfast on the floor?”

  “Neither, unfortunately. I have to go to work.”

  “Work?” I grimace.

  “Yes. You know that thing that normal people do.” She picks up her shirt from the floor and pulls it on.

  “Are you implying I’m not normal?”

  She fiddles with her new necklace, smiling when she remembers it’s there, and I swell quietly with pride.

  “I’m implying that money doesn’t just multiply in most people’s bank account like it does in yours.”

  “It doesn’t just multiply.” I laugh. “I work.”

  “Oh yeah, you work.” She rolls her eyes. “On your tan in picturesque Hawaii.”

  “Just because I live in one of the most beautiful places on earth, and I happen to be a successful entrepreneur,” bullshit, “doesn’t mean I don’t work.”

  If she only knew how I ended up in Hawaii, she’d be singing a different tune. But she’s responding the way she should. The way I want her to perceive me. Laid-back, surfer entrepreneur is exactly the cover I want to portray.

  “I make my money work for me, which is why you think it just multiplies on its own.”

  “Whatever you have to tell yourself.” She toys with me.

  I grab her wrist and drag her back to bed.

  “What I tell myself is I want to have chocolate cake in bed with the most beautiful blonde on earth, who also happens to be all mine.”

  Tara’s eyes look remorseful for a split second before she groans and gives me a little kiss.

  “Chocolate cake in bed sounds absolutely decadent, but I can’t. Philly is expecting me.”

  “Philly? Your guy best friend?” I curl my lip.

  She told me all about him in Hawaii.

  “My gay guy best friend. Yes, the one and the same. It’s his family’s café. I can’t bail. Besides, I need money to pay those pesky little things called bills.”

  It takes all my resolve not to offer to pay every bill she has just to get her to stay in bed with me. But I won’t do that. Not yet, anyway.

  “Work sucks,” I pout.

  “I know.” She delivers a quick kiss on my lips before she climbs out of bed. I follow by sitting up. She’s not getting away that easily.

  “Should I order in for dinner?” I grab her waist, pressing my wet lips against her navel.

  Tara slides her hands into my hair and moans regrettably.

  “I have dinner plans with some girlfriends tonight. We do it every year the night after Christmas while they’re in town.”

  Bummer.

  “You will just have to settle for some late night dirty sex.” She leans down and kisses me, all hot mouth and eager tongue.

  “I can do late night dirty sex.” I grip her tighter as my dick wakes up underneath the sheets.

  “It’s a date then.”

  I hope we have a lot of dates in the future, but I keep that sentiment to myself for now, until we can talk. A serious, proper talk about her and me.

  “I’ll see you later.” There’s a smile on her face, but her eyes seem so sad. What’s that all about? She picks up her purse and then stalls.

  “I almost forgot.” She sticks her hand in the large, black leather bag. “I got you a present, too.” She hands me a little box wrapped in shiny blue paper. “A day late, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

  “Right.” I take the present and tear the paper off revealing a wooden box with my initials, CJC, engraved on top.

  “For your pocket watch,” Tara explains. “To keep it in a safe place. Maybe you won’t forget it so much.”

  I run my thumb over the silver plate with my initials, same as my grandfather.

  “I love it. It’s perfect.” I try not to sound like a complete fucking sap, but it’s a pretty thoughtful present.

  “Good.” Tara gives me one more long, lingering kiss. I really don’t want her to go.

  “I’ll see you late night,” she promises before she’s gone.

  I MEANDER AROUND MY HOTEL room all day trying to figure out what to do now.

  Our feelings have come bursting out, and there’s no stuffing them back into Pandora’s box. Not that I’d want to. But I do have to come up with a game plan. Everything is different now, and I need to strategize. My stay in New York is going to be considerably extended. Leaving Tara is not even an option, which means I’m going to need new accommodations. I can’t live in a hotel forever, especially one costing me a lung.

  I fire up my laptop and search real estate agents. Maybe I can find an apartment that leases month to month. I would text Richard to see if he could recommend one, but I think that would be extremely obvious. I don’t think we’re ready to go public with our relationship just yet. Soon, but I’d like to keep Tara all t
o myself for just a little while longer. I’m sure that once the news gets out, we’re going to have to do some serious damage control. I suddenly regret not packing a bulletproof vest.

  I shoot out a few inquiry emails then surf the net, recalling how Tara agreed to wear a collar for me. Score. I told her it would be fit for a queen, so it will have to be something unique. I punch in diamond collars, and about a billion options pop up. Everything from rhinestone dog collars to multi-million dollar chokers.

  Choices, choices.

  Then I find it. It’s not leather or lace. It’s twelve carats’ worth of diamonds, strung together like garland. Heavy and thick, while feminine and princess-like all at the same time. I can already picture Tara wearing it butt-naked as she rides my cock dry.

  I click buy, glossing over the hefty price tag. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m becoming as possessive as Kayne and as perverted as Jett and loving every second of it.

  Speak of the blond devil; a text comes through from him.

  Jett: Will we ever see you again or has T’s pussy swallowed you alive?

  Me: Funny . . . wish they had a middle finger emoji. Figuring out my next move as we speak.

  Jett: Better hurry up, the big guy has been asking about you. Can’t cover forever. Gonna have to tell him you’ve been reassigned soon.

  Shit.

  Me: Buy me a little more time. Relationship status: it’s complicated.

  Jett: It always is. Roger that.

  I lean back on the couch and stare at the ceiling, only seeing Tara’s eyes. The sparkly, dark blue ones that hold me hostage twenty-four hours a day.

  My phone beeps again, and I am expecting a last-minute snide remark from Jett, but it’s an unknown number instead.

  Unknown: Caught a break. Want to go clubbing? ~ S

  Me: Clubbing? WTF . . . ?

  I’M STANDING IN AN ALLEYWAY next to a shady building in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen at midnight. Faint club music pumps through the air as I wait for my accomplice. Thump . . . thump . . . thump . . . My head hurts already.