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 not going anywhere with you,” I spit. Has Jett lost his fucking mind? Sending me away with the man who’s the star of my most horrific nightmares?

  Alistair snatches me before I even see his hand move.

  “You are my little pet,” his tone isn’t threatening, just urgent. It still speaks to all my hostility. My rage flares, and without a second thought I kick him square in the balls. He topples against the car with an agonizing groan as Amber flies out of the passenger side. “London, what the fuck?” she snaps, outraged.

  I ignore her imperiously.

  “My name isn’t ‘pet’,” I seethe, looking at the man who brought so much pain into my life. I feel like I’m possessed, being forced to confront him now. “I remember every heinous thing you ever did to me.” I shake from the hatred and rage. “I remember the last night I ever spent with you. How you ripped the virginity right from my body.” My angry tears boil over. “I also remember the man my father sold my virginity to, and how when I didn’t bleed, he raped me until I did.” That was the start of my second trek through hell.

  “London.” Amber touches me lightly, but I smack her hand away.

  “Why would Jett do this? Why would he send me away with you?”

  Alistair looks up at me with a different set of hazel eyes. They’re nowhere near as cold as they used to be, but still just as shrewd.

  “Because I’m the only other person he trusts with your life next to Kayne. I’m a solider, London. I have been my entire life. I do as I’m told.”

  “What did Jett tell you to do with me?” I ask suspiciously.

  “Protect you.”

  “From what?”

  “The entire world.”

  I regard him like he’s crazy.

  “Get in the car, London.” Alistair is finally able to stand at his full height, but it’s visible his nuts are still throbbing by the way he cradles his crotch. I wish I could cut his testicles right off.

  “Please, we need to go,” Amber adds alarmed.

  As much as I don’t want to, it’s Jett’s judgment I trust. So I cautiously open the back door. “You know what I did to my father,” I threaten Alistair. “Try anything and I’ll do the same to you.” Then I slip into the back seat, animosity radiating off me like nuclear decay.

  Seconds later, Alistair is peeling out of the garage, leaving Mansion, and everything I’ve come to know, behind. The house shrinks away to nothing as we fly down the half mile drive and turn on to the street.

  “Where are we going?” I ask guardedly in the darkness.

  “Airport.” Alistair hands over an answer with no hesitation.

  “And then where?”

  “The beach.”

  Can he be any more vague?

  I catch Amber rubbing his leg as he drives, the affectionate gesture causing me to feel ill.

  “How can you be with him knowing what he did to me? Knowing what kind of monster he is?” The questions are like poison leaving my lips.

  Amber turns to me, her long black hair and big brown eyes shining under the passing streetlights. “You can’t not love someone for who they once were. You can only love them for who they are now.”

  How very poetic. She has no idea who he once was. I’m not convinced he’s a different man. If Jett was unaware of Alistair’s ulterior life, how can Amber be so certain he changed? That he’s who he says he is?

  “Oh, really?” I reply to her naïve reasoning with disdain. “You must like it when he drowns you while you fuck or beats you with a bamboo stick when you don’t swallow his dick deep enough.”

  Amber passes an apprehensive look to Alistair, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. That’s right motherfucker, squirm. I won’t hide any of your dirty secrets. I’ll tell Amber every single one without an ounce of remorse.

  “You can hate me for what I did.” Alistair glances back at me through the rearview mirror. “But you were my best work. My most prized pupil. It’s why Jett took to you so quickly. You possess the true makings of a bona fide submissive.” His chilling accent slips through, and my skin crawls.

  “You didn’t mold me!” I shout, causing Amber to jump. “You took an innocent young girl and broke her!” I yell outraged.

  My outburst doesn’t seem to affect Alistair one bit. “I don’t see anyone broken in this car,” he responds evenly, our eyes locked in as he fixates on me in the mirror.

  Spitefully, I slip back into the leather seat, a ball of raging emotions.

  “Give it to her,” Alistair says to Amber.

  Oh, Christ, give me what? Amber reaches down and produces a large tan envelope.

  I take it cautiously.

  “Relax, it isn’t a bomb,” Alistair mocks.

  I stick my tongue out at him. Fuck you. I’ll never trust you or anything you give me.

  I open the envelope containing four strands of white pearls, a cell phone, and a handwritten note.

  London,

  I see you when you think no one is looking. I catch your glances and sighs. I read your reservations even though you think your confidence overshadows them. I always look beyond the surface, and when I do, I see you. The real, raw, vulnerable you.

  One day, I’ll tell you these things.

  One day, you’ll be more than just a woman on her knees who thinks her face doesn’t stick out of the crowd. You don’t know how you resonate to me.

  One day, I’ll tell you.

  One day, I’ll declare.

  But today, I’ll keep our emotions safe. I’ll hold them in my heart and protect them with my life because when they are released, oh little bird, when they are released, we’re going to fly . . .

  I’m sure you want to murder me right now. But I’m asking you to trust me one last time. I know I’ve hit my quota on requests, but please believe I have only ever had your best interests at heart. Always remember, my beautiful little bird, there’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.

  I’ll see you soon.

  Your Jett

  I clutch the pearls in my hand as I re-read the note several times with tears brimming.

  How soon is soon, Jett?

  It’s been three days since Alistair and Amber whisked me away from Mansion. I went from one beautiful confinement to another.

  Holed up in a Tuscan-style gated compound on the California coast. I knew exactly where we were the second we landed at the private airport outside of LA. As a native to California, I recognized the landscape and the smell. Unsavory memories returned as I recalled how my father used to fly me all over the world, in and out of little hubs just like the one we flew into.

  If you had to put a label on it, I would call our living arrangement a social experiment. I keep away from Alistair at all costs, tolerating Amber when and where I can, spending most of my time on the outdoor veranda that overlooks the sparkling Pacific Ocean.

  There’s been no word from Jett, except the random love quotes I receive through text message.

  “I still haven’t figured out how to sit across from you and not be madly in love with everything you do . . . You are the most beautiful thing I keep inside my heart . . . In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you . . . You are the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up.”

  I won’t lie, that last one is my favorite. Because Jett is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. You know, when that actually happens.

  I will give it to him, he knows how to be romantic. I just wish he was doing it in person. Because the ache in my chest is unbearable from his absence. The only tangible thing I have to hold on to is my camera and the precious memory card inside.

  Jett didn’t send me away empty-handed. His plan was premeditated. Alistair pulled a suitcase from the trunk of the Porsche when we arrived at the airport. Jett had packed a variety of my favorite things, like my perfume, my knee socks, and my camera.

  I’ve
scrolled through the pictures a thousand times since I’ve been here, finding comfort in familiar faces. Jenna, Jett, and the rest of the girls, who would let me play dress up and host photo shoots. More new emotions to experience. More new feelings to sort out. Jett always helped me navigate the unfamiliar waters, like the nautical star tattooed on his arm. Now I’m drifting through the dark sea alone.

  I watch the sunset by myself for the third night in a row. Isolation is getting old.

  I turn on the outdoor fireplace and make my way inside. The plus side to the oversized villa—besides Alistair and Amber having their own wing—is the stocked wine cellar. I’ve been testing a new region each night. I think I’m going with New Zealand this time. After grabbing a bottle of red, I head back through the open living area toward the kitchen. The house is absolutely magnificent. All white furnishings throughout with natural wood beams running along the ceiling gives it style and a tranquil feel.

  I grab a wine glass off the shelf in the kitchen and the bottle opener from the drawer, prepared to tear into some of New Zealand’s finest wine.

  “Pour a glass for me,” a sultry voice rasps in my ear, and I jump sky high.

  “Jesus Christ!” I spin around so fast I knock the wine bottle right off the counter. Jett snatches it faster than a striking snake before it hits the floor. We both freeze for an elevated heart beat before Jett gazes back at me with an impish grin on his angelic face. Two more recognitional seconds pound before I launch myself at him, nearly knocking us both to the ground. “Where did you come from?”

  “Queens.” He chuckles.

  “Huh?” I hug him tightly, refusing to let go.

  “It’s a long story.” He drops a lingering kiss on my lips, and I race for more, locking my arms around his neck and slipping my tongue into his mouth. I don’t care where he’s been or what he’s been doing. The only thing that matters is that he’s here now. With me.

  “Someone missed me,” Jett mumbles against my ravenous mouth.

  “More than missed you.” I pull at his button-up shirt, desperate to remove it. Desperate to remove all his clothes.

  Jett chuckles harder, lifting me off the ground and placing me on the granite countertop. He relocates the wine bottle between my legs before indulging me by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it away. I immediately zero in on the thick bandage wrapped around his left arm. Right over his star tattoo.

  “What happened?” I ask, upset.

  Jett grabs the wine bottle and opens it while still between my legs.

  “A lot of shit.” Pop goes the cork.

  “What kind of shit?” I touch the gauze.

  He looks up at me, weathered. “Is there more of this?” He lifts the dark red bottle.

  “An entire room. Why?”

  “Good.” He pours a hefty glass and takes a huge sip.

  “You’re worrying me.” I clutch his face once he’s done guzzling.

  Jett smiles lovingly. “There’s nothing left to worry about, little bird. It’s all over.”

  “What is?” I draw my eyebrows together.

  “My pretend life.” Jett swallows another mouthful of wine.

  “I’m not following you.” I search his eyes anxiously.

  “All my secrets are about to become yours. Do you think you can handle that?”

  “After enduring three days with Alistair, I can handle anything.” I cross my arms haughtily.

  Jett snickers darkly. “Are you mad at me?”

  “Yes.” I laugh so I don’t cry.

  “I know how much you hate him. But he’s the only one I could trust. I hoped Amber would be a buffer.”

  I steal the wine glass and take a large sip of my own. “Lucky for you, she was.”

  “My gamble paid off.”

  “There’s something else I would like to come off.” I tug at his pants.

  Jett clutches my face and tangles our tongues, trapping our mouths in a fiery embrace.

  “I should tell you everything first,” he huffs between greedy breaths of air.

  “Is Ellie safe?” I ask as we kiss.

  “Yes.”

  “Is Kayne safe?”

  Another yes.

  “Are we safe?” I pause to look to him.

  “Yes. We’re safe.” He nods sternly.

  “Then that’s all I need to know, for now.” I rip open the button to his dark jeans.

  “Has your blind faith been renewed?” he asks as he briskly peels off my yoga shorts.

  “Yes. You’re here.” I effortlessly pull off my scoop neck sweatshirt.

  I’m naked on the counter in the middle of the kitchen and have never been more confident in my own skin. That’s Jett’s affect.

  “I promise to never leave you again.” Jett shoves down his boxer briefs, freeing his erection. I grab his cock and jerk, missing the sensation of the balls of his piercing rub against my hand. I missed his smell and his taste and his voice and his laugh, and the feel of him coming inside me. Jett eats at my neck like a famished man as I work him into a frenzy.

  “I need you. I need to feel you. I need to feel you everywhere.” I’m suddenly a junkie jonesing for a fix, begging her supplier to satisfy the gnawing urge.

  Jett doesn’t hesitate, sliding my ass closer to the edge of the smooth, cool countertop. Pinning my wrists against the cabinet above my head with one hand, he sinks two fingers into my slick entrance with the other. I spread my legs as wide as my body will allow and invite him in. Demand him to touch me. Pleasure me. Have me. Claim me. Call me his.

  I moan audibly as his fingers slide easily in and out, stroking my savage desire.

  “Did you think about me while I was gone?” His voice is saturated with lust.

  “Every second.” I buzz with violent need.

  “Did you think about this? About me touching you?”

  “Yes. Touching me, fucking me, loving me.” I arch my back, drowning in the drumming sensations.

  “You know I do, right? Love you.” He buries his fingers in a slow, ruthless glide, while flicking my clit with the tip of his thumb.

  “I wasn’t one hundred percent sure until now.”

  “I couldn’t tell you until I knew it was safe,” he confesses.

  “Well, it’s safe now. Tell me again,” I encourage him. “No one has ever told me they loved me.” It’s my turn to confess.

  “Well, I will.” Jett withdraws his hand with my wrists still subdued, and teases my pussy with a rough rub of his shaft.

  “Say it.” I rock my hips wantonly. “Say it while you fuck me.”

  Jett moans in a way I’ve never heard before as he pushes all the way inside me. The physical connection jars us both.

  “Fuck, I love you.” He circles his hips so mind-bendingly slow, I feel the flaring sensation of it in every cell and molecule and fiber.

  “Say it again,” I plead as the walls of my womb increasingly expand and contract.

  “I love you.” We both gaze down, muscles strung tight, and watch his cock slide slowly in and out of me. Wet with arousal, foreskin pulled taut, scaling the steep, mountainous terrain of ecstasy together, knowing the view will be spectacular at the top.

  My thighs start to quiver as Jett dangles me off the edge, denying me that last bit of pressure to send me soaring.

  “You feel that, little bird?” His breathing is labored. “You feel that ache eating you alive?”

  “Yes,” I whimper as the tremors travel from my legs to the rest of my body.

  “I’m the only one who will ever make you feel that. I’m the only one who will ever be able to satisfy the hunger, quench the thirst, and stop the bleeding. You belong to me. Your mind, your body, your soul, your heart.” He thrusts powerfully, and I cry out in torturous turmoil. “And most importantly, your pussy.”

  I gasp for air as he manipulates my pleasure, reducing me to a trembling mass of need.

  “Jett, please,” I whine, desperately.

  “Tell me you love me.” He puts me on
the spot. “I want you to tell me while I fuck you.” He throws my request back in my face.

  I have no issues fulfilling his demand.

  “I love you.” I draw out my moan. “You’re the only man I ever have and ever will love,” I vow in the throes of passion. I know it’s the truth. That sense of peace I constantly long for surfaces as I profess my feelings.

  “Shit.” Jett cracks, releasing my arms and trapping me in an ironbound embrace. The emotion etched on his handsome face is enough to make even the most broken woman whole again.

  He makes me whole. He brings me peace. He gives me hope. Three things I never thought I deserved until I met him. Until he changed my life and helped set me free.

  Belonging to him sets me free.

  “I promise.” His thrusts become harder, faster—push deeper. “I’ll never make you regret saying those words.”

  He surges his cock, filling me to the point of bursting, my clit pinching and pussy aching as we careen past the line of sanity and crash into a wall of reckless abandon.

  The room erupts in a delirium of bliss as my climax electrifies all the places Jett owns. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart. And most importantly, my pussy.

  I clutch onto him as he comes inside me, as the balls of his piercing aggravate the insatiable ache and our fluids mix, submerging us in a pool of fulfillment and rapturous gratification.

  Our breath mingles in a melody of exertion as we float down from the bulldozing high. I never want to let go of this moment. Of this defining moment that has changed me forever.

  “I really do love you,” I whisper softly, my heart inundated with extraordinary new emotions.

  “I loved you from the first second I saw you.” He reverently strokes my flushed face.

  “I guess Sasha knew what she was doing when she sent me to you.”

  “Yes, she did.” Jett’s smile is infectiously wide. “My mother always does.”

  LONDON AND I LAY ON the outdoor veranda naked, cuddled under a shearling blanket, gazing at the stars. She listened quietly as I told her everything. The whole story of my life. From start to finish, about my mother, about Alistair, and my botched career. There wasn’t a flicker of judgment in her eyes. Then I broke the news to her about Ellie. How even though Kayne’s intentions were good, she ultimately couldn’t handle the truth and rejected him. Ran like hell away from him is more like it. Kayne isn’t taking it well. I left him in Juice’s capable hands while I straightened out my own love life.