by M. Never
“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.
Our undercover operation was a smashing success, despite the fact we barely got out by the skin of our teeth. Me, minus one beloved tattoo.
Javier and El Rey are dead, and the women being held captive at Javier’s compound have all been freed. With Endeavor’s help, Kayne and I saved the world.
Not really, but we did make a huge dent in the criminal community.
It almost cost us everything, including our lives, but in the end, we were rescued by the good guys. The guys who society doesn’t even know are there, who receive no public recognition, but continue to serve and protect selflessly. I was one of those guys. Now that I’m not, I can’t wait to find out who I’ll become. With London by my side the possibilities are endless.
“So what happened to Mansion and all the other girls?” London asks overwhelmed. I dropped a lot of information on her all at once.
“It’s gone. The businesses and all our assets have been liquidated. And all the girls have been heavily compensated.” I stroke her shoulder thoughtfully with the pad of my thumb. “They’ve been set up for a good long while.”
“Good.” London tightens her arms around me. Her concern slowly easing away.
“I told you I would take care of everyone.”
“I know you did.” She tilts her face up and smiles dotingly. Her faith, her strength, her belief in me makes every duplicitous second worthwhile.
There’s only one loose end to tie up. I slide out from underneath the blanket and kiss London on the forehead. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I traipse through the house gloriously naked, collecting papers from my suitcase and another bottle of wine.
I don’t know how this information is going to affect her, but I thought she had the right to know.
I sit back down on the chaise and pour another hefty glass of red wine. We’ve been sharing.
“There’s one more thing.” I beckon her to sit up.
London covers her chest with the soft blanket and takes the papers I hand her. I drink a steady supply of wine as she reads the information before her.
I assess her facial expression as she comes to the financials.
Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Jett is t
his fucking for real?”
“It is. It’s your father’s estate, and you are the sole heir.” It’s right there in black and white.
Her hands start to shake. “Are you telling me . . . Are you telling me I own everything?”
“According to the lawyers, yes.”
London’s father was a real estate magnate. The man owned umpteen luxury hotels all around the world, not to mention restaurants, golf courses, and a casino. The bottom line of his bank account makes London more than just an heir, she’s a bona fide heiress.
“That’s a lot of fucking zeros.”
“And you deserve every one, baby.”
“I don’t know anything about running a hotel, let alone a whole fleet.” The look on her face is priceless.
“Lucky for you, I know a few things about business endeavors.” I take a suggestive sip of wine.
“Dear lord, please don’t tell me you want to start a chain of mainstream brothels.”
“The idea didn’t occur to me, but . . .” I ponder wickedly.
“Forget it!” She smacks me with the paperwork.
“Okay, maybe not mainstream.” I shield myself from her assault.
“Jett!”
“I’m just kidding!” I pull her into my arms. “I’m done with that business.” I kiss along her neckline to the ticklish spot behind her ear. “There’s only one woman I want to look after now.”
“She needs looking after.” London melts against me.
“No, she doesn’t. She just needs someone to love her,” I contest.
“I’m glad you’re that someone.”
“I am, too. And that you can financially support me for the rest of our lives.”
London whacks me on the head with the stack of papers.
“You’re very violent,” I tease as I pin her on her back.
“I have years of pent up hostility.”
“I know the perfect release for that.” I shimmy my pelvis against her pussy.
She laughs freely into the night. The melodic sounds remind me of a rhapsody.
“I’m not kidding.” I lick a hot trail along her jawline.
“I know you’re not.” She sighs serenely, spreading her legs.
“Where are your pearls?” I ask.
“In the bedroom.”
“Then that’s where we’re going.” I nip at her earlobe. “I want to appreciate your curves with my tongue. I want to wrap you in satin and cover you with lace. Drape your body in diamonds and pearls. Bind your wrists in leather as I command your entire being. I want to create a beautiful package to lovingly defile.”
“Sounds like your kinky style.”
“It definitely is.”
“My entire being is yours.” London submits to my kinky request as I lift her into my arms.
“And my entire being is yours,” I profess.
The present
I LEAN AGAINST THE DOORFRAME quietly as Jett rocks Shia to sleep.
“After the handsome prince vanquished the evil sorcerer and freed the beautiful princess from her tower, they rode off into the sunset, and lived happily ever after . . .”
Her soft snore and still body render his attempt successful.
“That’s my all-time favorite fairytale,” I voice softly.
Jett flicks his eyes up to meet mine before he smiles brightly. “Mine too.”
Stealthily, he stands with a sleeping Shia in his arms. My heart hasn’t stopped beating with joy since we rode off into the sunset. Jett promised to give me everything I never knew I needed, and all the things I was afraid to wish for, and he has kept that promise every single day. A house, a home, a husband, a family. I never dared wish for any of those things. They weren’t meant for a woman like me. A woman with a dirty past and despicable secrets.
But Jett changed everything. He changed me. Freed my captive heart.
I’m no longer no one.
Nothing.
I’m someone to three precious little miracles and an amazing man.
And they’re everything to me.
“You look pretty sexy with a baby in your arms.” I wrap myself around him once he places Shia in her crib and creeps across the room to the doorway.
“Oh yeah?” We walk down the shadowy hallway hip to hip, arm in arm, past the walls littered with wedding pictures and baby pictures and irreplaceable memories. Past a life I never thought could be mine. “Wanna make another one?”
I laugh as we climb into bed. “Think you could handle another one?”
Jett purrs as he snuggles up next to me. The man loves to cuddle. “Haven’t you realized by now, beautiful little bird? With you by my side, I can handle anything . . .”
The End
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THIS BOOK! LORD HAVE MERCY! I will confess I thought Elicit was going to be a cakewalk to write. I knew the plot, the storyline and the characters for nearly two years! But the universe loves to prove me wrong! So battling through writer’s block, mental exhaustion and a strict time line was needless to say, sucky. But I was determined to publish this book on time. I knew how much my readers wanted it and how much I equally wanted to give it to them. So, taking a few days off of work here and there (shhh, don’t tell) neglecting all my adult responsibilities and consuming numerous bottles of prosecco, I finally finished! And when I was done. I cried! I had written the final book in The Decadence Series, sad to say goodbye to characters who had become like family and I didn’t know what to do with myself for a moment. I hope when you finished Elicit you had a smile on your face, I hope it gave you the insight you were looking for and answered any questions you might have had. Did you like the littles glimpses of Owned through Jett’s eyes? I think the pre-date night with Jett and Kayne and the limo scene with Ellie were my favorite to write. It’s how I saw it when I wrote Owned and I was ecstatic to be able to share what really happened before and after she finished her champagne. (See, Kayne’s not such a bad guy!)
Many of you have asked who my inspiration for Jett was. Well, he’s a combination of many people in my life honestly, myself included, but most of his attributes came from an uncle of mine who is a hairstylist, straight as an arrow, fashionable and snarky. I wanted Jett to be really different, and I think I achieved that by the response he received. I never, ever, anticipated writing his story, but I’m so glad I did. I love him as much as the rest of you!
Maybe I’ll consider a novella with Alistair and Amber? We’ll see.
These characters are hard to walk away from!
This labor of love couldn’t have happened without some kick ass people in my corner. Linda Russell and Dani Rene, thank you for suffering through my write and run drafts. I know it wasn’t pretty, but your enthusiasm was the constant motivation I needed to keep going. Sort of like my IV of coffee! Dani, thank you for all the beautiful teasers! You know how much they make me cry! I’m so glad writing allowed us to cross paths!
My PA extraordinaires, Sarah P. and Melissa G. As Mark told Ellie in Owned, you’re magic glitter in high heels. Same applies to both of you!
I have worked with so many of the same people over the last few years, my process seems to have become seamless. You know, when I’m not causing problems or missing deadlines, or undecided on a blurb or still searching for the perfect cover image! Marisa Rose Shor, thank you for another stunning cover. Sara Eirew, I just want to trade places with you for one day! Your photos are like art! Jenny Sims and Candy Royer, you both have helped polish my writing so much and helped me come so far! I’m honored to work with both of you. Even if I do hyperventilate every time I open an edited manuscript. Nichole Strauss and Christine Borgford, my proofreading and formatting dynamic duo! Nothing like pinch hitting last minute! Thank you for being able to work a schedule like no other! My beta readers who tell it like it is and make every manuscript better! You’re
all Jett’s girls now! Holly M., the one and only! Nuff said.
Teri Fantauzzi and Janice Owen for being my last sets of eyes.
Give Me Books and Sassy Savvy Fabulous PR for the amazing promo.
Each and every blog/ARC/mega fan who shares, supports and demands more. There is not enough praise or thanks in the world I can extend. Sometimes it all feels a little surreal. This dream is hard and demanding and downright disheartening at times, but you all make it easy to escape from the shadows! Thank you! Keep up the good work!
Last but never least, to my amazing family who puts up with me when I’m cranky and emotional and on a deadline. Babe, I promise to always turn the dishwasher on during a deadline week and give you naughty thank yous for picking up my slack when the book is done!
Till the next!
M. NEVER RESIDES IN NEW York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi, a fetish for boots, and is stalked by a clingy pit bull named Apache. She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
Owned (Decadence After Dark Book 1)
Claimed (Decadence After Dark Book 2)
Ruined (A Decadence After Dark Epilogue)
The Decadence After Dark Box Set (Books 1–3)
Lie With Me (Decadence After Dark Book 4)
Moto
Trinity
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