Page 68 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Tell me how much you love to feel it.” He swirls the tip of his tongue over my lips as I speak.

“I love it. I love watching your face. I love how you grab me. I love how warm my pussy gets when it’s filled with your come.” I tell him all the dirty things he wants to hear. All the dirty things that will get him off. “I love to feel it drip between my thighs—”

“Fuck!” Jett smothers my mouth and squeezes my hands so hard they hurt. I could go on about how much I love it when he comes inside me, but he cut me off. Which is fine, because his erratic hips are feeding the ravenous feeling inside me. The balls of his piercing massaging the sensitive path to my g-spot, and the head of his cock is hitting me square in the unbearable ache.

Everything around us evaporates as together we hit our stride. As I break apart beneath him while he shatters to pieces above me, ensnared in mind-erasing ecstasy as our fluids mix.

In the wake of prodigious pleasure, it’s just us in this brand-new world, where I discover peace is not a thing, but a person.

I LAY EUPHORICALLY WITH LONDONin my arms. She’s the only woman who can make me feel lighter than a feather. And now, she really is all mine. Her mind, her body, her soul, and all her secrets. I meant it when I said I was her North Star. I’ll guide her out of the darkness and into the light.

Brushing my fingers lightly over her arm as she lays on my chest, I stare at the white ceiling.

So much pain in her past. So much suffering and anguish. It amazes me how she survived. How she’s still so strong. The tribulations in my life pale in comparison to what she’s endured. I found a diamond in the rough, and I plan to place it in the most beautiful setting imaginable. I plan to display it, cherish it, and covet it.

She’ll never know anything other than unconditional love.

“London?”

“Mmm?” she replies tranquilly.

“Do you know anything about the man who held you captive?”

Her head pops up, her face wearing a weary expression.

“Nothing, why?”

“Because.” I trace the troubled lines on her gorgeous face. “I want to find him and kill him.”

“Jett, no,” she objects, tormented.

“London, yes.” I push. “Tell me something, anything, about him.”

London’s sparkly blue eyes grow wide. “I don’t want to think about him anymore. It’s all in my past, and I want to stop living there. I want to stay in the present with you.”

“You can stay with me.” I swipe my thumb across her flushed cheeks. “But I want to find him. I want to avenge you. I want his blood on my hands.”

“I don’t want you to have blood on your hands.” Her voice shrinks.

“It will just be a little more than what’s already there,” I placate her. “Now tell me something.”

Clearly hesitant, London closes her eyes and frowns, then breaks open more of her turbulent past. “I never saw his face. He always wore a mask, like the Phantom of the Opera. He would blindfold me. And he had an accent. Sometimes, he would give me commands in another language. It was Russian, I think.” London opens her eyes, and I find that vacant stare I detest. I suddenly question whether this interrogation was a good idea. I don’t want her slipping back into that dark place. Ever again.

“??????? ?? ??????.On your knees.??????? ???.Open your mouth.Cry, ? ? ???? ??’?.Cry and I’ll kill you,”she horrifically recalls.

I recognize the dialect immediately. “That’s not Russian. That’s Ukrainian.”

It makes no difference to London. No matter the language, the words and memories are all still the same. It’s nauseating to me.

“Anything else you can tell me? Any markings? Scars? Anything that stands out?”

She shakes her head, lost. “He had long dark hair he would pull back into a bun and . . . liked leather.” She makes a disgusted face. Note to self. No leather pants with London. Ever. “Oh! He had a tattoo on his lower back. I saw it once. It was a yellow cat eye, I think. With flames or something around it.”

I freeze. “A cat eye? How long ago was this?”

“Um, I was sixteen when I was given to him. So ten years ago.”

Ten years? Long dark hair, Ukrainian, a cat eye tattoo. An uneasy feeling flows through my veins. A familiarity I don’t like.

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