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CHARLOTTE

Song- Wicked Game, Chris Isaak

T he bell of the front door rings and I pull myself away from my writing and pad down the hallway.

Conan has taken Isabella for some training in the gym today. She wanted him to teach her how to cage fight, of all things.

She’s got my fighting blood, that's for sure.

I’d love to see how Conan copes with letting a four-year-old in a tutu kick him around the cage.

As I open the door, I look down and find a huge pile of black and purple roses next to a basket on the doorstep.

I look up, and no one is there.

Picking them up with a smile, I pluck out the envelope and open it up.

You are invited to the FINAL Decadence Game.

The Master of Inferno will meet you at the gates at 2pm.

You will find everything you need to play inside the basket.

This will be the last time the gates ever open for this Master.

Good luck.

A giddy excitement radiates through me as I grab the basket and head into the kitchen. I shake my head with a laugh as I pull out the carton of Decadence Milkshake. Next out of the basket is a black lingerie set, this time a corset style covered in diamantes, attached to a matching collar.

And then the dreaded garter set, although, this one looks much easier to put on as the straps are attached to the corset.

“Wow.” I hold it up and let it sparkle in the sunlight.

Last out is a pair of red sole heels, black leather, of course. As I go to close the basket, a note at the bottom catches my attention.

In Declan’s scribbly handwriting, I read it, and a sob catches in my throat.

I will always burn for you, heartbreaker.

I love you, forever.

Your Declan.

After spending the next thirty minutes showering and shaving every hair on my body and getting my hair into a perfect curly ponytail, I’m ready.

Nerves pit in my stomach as I shove my arms in my black trench coat and do it up tight. Before I leave, I swipe up the chocolate milkshake.

As I open the front door, Declan’s black Mercedes pulls up, and he gets out, opening up the back for me.

“I thought it might be best to give you a ride there.” He winks, ushering me towards him.

“No handcuffs?” I ask, making my way down the steps and onto the gravel.

He leans inside the back seat and pulls out a diamante set, holding them up in front of his face with his finger.

“I didn’t forget. Keep hold of them, you’ll need them soon.”

As I bend into the car, tossing the carton on the passenger side, he slaps my ass, and I squeal.

He jumps in the driver's seat and his eyes catch mine in the mirror.

“You look breathtaking.”

I blush and look away from his burning gaze.

“And I haven’t even seen what's underneath.”

Any nerves I did have about returning back to Decadence are washed away with his words.

He makes me feel sexy and powerful.

“I prefer this way of getting me to the games.”

He chews on his lip.

“I can only apologize for that. If I knew what I do now, I would have never,” he says solemnly.

“I know, Declan. It’s okay. We are way past that.”

It’s a short and quiet drive to the gates. When he comes to a stop, he hops out and opens my door for me, holding out his hand to help me out.

“So this is the last time you’ll host a game?” I ask as I link my fingers through his.

“I have more important things to be doing with my time. They were there to fill a void, the one that could only ever be filled by you.”

I smile and bat my lashes.

“Good. We can still play together in Inferno, though?” I pout.

“Maybe. If you behave.” He teases and guides me up the stairs. The doors open for us, and just like the first time here, the chocolate factory workers ignore us.

But the smell makes my stomach rumble. Isabella is right, their chocolate is the best I’ve ever tasted.

As we descend deeper into Decadence, through the familiar thumb coded door, Declan stops and laughs.

“I still can’t believe you cut one of my men’s thumbs off.”

My eyes go wide in horror. I kinda forgot about that one.

“I need to apologize for that, a bit awkward otherwise.”

Declan shakes his head and taps my ass, walking me through.

“I paid him off, he’s pretty useless to me now.”

We keep walking on the purple marble tiles, my heels clicking against them until we reach the final room.

“What happened to the other girls? Where did they end up?” I ask before we go in.

“They all work for Enzo in some capacity. They’re all safe and well and busy working. Depending on what their background and skill was, he has businesses in most industries across the globe at this point. We ensure they’re safe from their families now. New lives, fresh starts.”

“Even Tara?” I frown, I doubt she took any of this well.

“She was harder. Finn dealt with her family first to avoid her running back there,” he says matter-of-factly, and I pause.

“Dealt with?” I question.

“Yes. That’s Finn’s role. The kind of scum that enters women into these games deserves to die. So that is exactly what happens.”

“I like that.”

“Good.” He pulls me in and kisses me.

“That is why you are perfect,” he mutters.

He opens up the door and that huge chocolate fountain is flowing, except this time, the room is smothered with purple and black roses, just like my bouquet.

“Are you ready to play for your golden ticket?” Declan’s deep Irish accent sends pulses to my pussy.

“I am,” I reply, taking a step inside the room.

“Do I get the million dollars? Or something else?” I bite back a grin.

The first thing I find is our contract pinned up on the wall amongst the flowers. Next to it, a shining golden ticket to Decadence.

“There are new terms and conditions for this game. Your first instruction is to retrieve the contract.”

I walk over and snatch it from the wall. I spin round to face him and find him on one knee, a ring box in his hand and a smile on his handsome face.

“Declan…” I gasp.

“Rip that piece of paper up. I don’t want you as my property. I need you as my wife.”

In one swift move, I tear down the middle of the paper and throw it on the floor, and it lands right next to the Decadence Milkshake beside him.

“No games. No rules. I just want forever with you, heartbreaker. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife? Marry me, Charlotte.”

My heart almost stops.

Vlad was never my husband. On paper, yes. In every other way? No.

This man down on one knee, this is my future.

Declan is the only man for me. Always will be.

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Give me that hand then, sweetheart.”

I hold out my left hand, and he slides on the stunning coffin-cut black diamond, surrounded by white gems on a gold band.

“That is just perfect, Declan,” I whisper, watching it sparkle under the lights.

“A reminder that even the darkest times can have a sparkle.”

Tears cascade down my face and he jumps up to his feet and lifts me into his arms, smothering me with kisses. My back crashes against the wall, the flowers a soft cushion, as his fingers thread through my ponytail.

“My wife,” he growls.

I squeeze my legs tighter around him, feeling his dick press against me.

“B-but I didn’t play the game?” I ask, batting my lashes.

“We are now.”

He pulls out the diamante cuffs from the inside of his pocket and shrugs off his jacket, tossing it across the floor. Rolling up his sleeves, I look at how well the colored ink is healing on his forearm.

It was so sweet watching Isabella pick each color and where she wanted it to go.

He’s become her own personal coloring pad.

He drops me down onto my feet, and I hold out my wrists.

“I’ve had extra padding put on these so it doesn’t hurt your scars.”

I smile looking up at him as my heart swells with love.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

He carefully secures them on each wrist.

“Now, let me see what's under that coat. Show me what’s mine.”

I slowly untie the belt and let it fall to the ground.

His mouth almost hits the floor as his eyes rake over my body.

“Mmm, I could come in my pants again just watching you, heartbreaker.” His gravelly voice lights me up.

“Oh, yeah?” I do a three-sixty spin to show him every inch of me.

“God, your ass is so close to being ready for me,” he groans as he speaks, and the air crackles around us as I face him again.

I clench my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure building in my core.

“Open your legs and bend over.” He spanks my ass hard, and I do exactly as he tells me.

As he peels my thong away from me and rests it over my ass, I shiver under his touch as his wet finger slides along my pussy and towards my back entrance.

“Now, sweetheart. Today we’re stepping up a size,” he tells me, sliding a finger into my ass and his thumb into my pussy.

He thrusts them in and out at the exact same pace, and my body burns for more.

“Fuck, Declan.”

My legs are straining as I hold myself in position and he removes his fingers slowly.

I hear the cap of a bottle open and the lube squirt out, and I start to tremble with anticipation.

“Breathe for me, heartbreaker.”

I blow out a deep breath, and he slides the toy inside my ass.

“Oh, fuck.” My eyes flick open at the intrusion, and I adjust to it.

“Yes, baby. You’re doing so, so well. Next time, it will be my dick.”

Excitement buzzes through me, and suddenly, something else begins to buzz inside me.

“W-what?” I almost jolt upright, but Declan’s hand on my neck holds me in place.

“You like it?” he asks.

“I think so.”

It’s strange coming from there, but the gentle vibrations feel good. Just different.

“Good girl. Now stand.”

He steps back as I bring my body upright.

“You need some more distracting, baby?” he asks, closing the distance between us, and I nod.

“I want to watch you, baby. Lay down and fuck yourself, just how you want me to do it.”

I look away, almost doubting myself for a second.

“Trust me. Keep your eyes on me, you can watch what you do to me at the same time.”

I lay down on the purple padded floor and rest my top half on my left arm, sliding my right hand under my panties and shove them to the side so he can see.

“Soaking, all for me.”

Declan unbuckles his belt and pulls out his erect cock, already dripping at the tip for me. As I slide two fingers inside, he swipes his pre-cum from the head and strides towards me.

I open my mouth and he feeds me his fingers. I lick them clean.

“Mmm,” I mumble.

“All for you and because of you,” he tells me.

He gets back into position in front of me and starts to stroke his cock, his eyes fixated on my fingers thrusting inside of me.

“Good fucking girl. Add another one.”

I do, and I cry out, tipping my head back.

“Spread them wider, let me see that beautiful cunt dripping for me.”

I let my knees fall to the floor.

“What a sight, baby.”

“Declan, please. I need to come.”

He drops to his knees and crawls to me, completely feral as he rips off my panties with a growl erupting from his chest. He heaves my right leg over his shoulder and dips his head.

His tongue connects to my clit and I keep the pace of my fingers going.

Just as I reach my tipping point, he pulls away and stands.

“On your knees and hands behind your back,” he commands. That dominant darkness flashing over his eyes.

My legs are like jelly as I maneuver myself into position kneeling for him.

I suck in a breath as he walks behind me, fastening the cuffs together by the chain.

Even when he has me chained, I have never been more free.

Because with him, he isn’t there to break me or punish me for who I am.

Declan is there to worship and love me.

I am at his mercy because I choose to be.

And right here, on my knees before him, is exactly where I want to be.