His Muse: A Dark Alpha Bad Boy Romance

  His Muse

  A Dark Alpha Bad Boy Romance

  Isabella Starling

  Contents

  1. Prologue - Mason

  2. Cara

  3. Mason

  4. Cara

  5. Mason

  6. Cara

  7. Mason

  8. Cara

  9. Mason

  10. Cara

  11. Mason

  12. Mason

  13. Cara

  14. Cara

  15. Mason

  16. Cara

  17. Cara

  18. Mason

  19. Cara

  20. Cara

  21. Mason

  22. Epilogue - Cara

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright © 2017 by Isabella Starling

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  Dedication

  For T, who came up with the idea for this book. Love you, forever.

  This book is also dedicated to Hayfaah S., my favorite lady & the best inspiration-sending-butt-kicking-sweetheart reader I could wish for. Thank you for all you do, my darling… I hope Mason lives up to your expectations. ;)

  -I.

  One

  Prologue - Mason

  I watch her sleep on the flight back, fighting the urge to stroke my cock the whole way home.

  Cara sleeps with her lips slightly parted, her head lolling to the side. She's a none-too-gracious heap in the plush leather seat, and yet, she's the most stunning thing I've seen in my life.

  The flight is long. Too fucking long for me not to sleep. But even so, I'm too worried to so much as wink after everything that has happened. I just want to make sure we get back home alright. I need to know we're finally safe from all the shit that's happened this summer.

  When we land, my driver, Filippe, is waiting for us with the car. I don't let him touch Cara. I gather her in my arms and carry her into the car. She hugs me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she presses her lithe body closer to mine. I don't even try to untangle her from myself. I place her on my lap and look at her pretty features for the next two hours, the length of the drive home from the airport.

  I know I'm going to have to keep some distance at first. I've gotten too close to her, too deep inside her head. I'm fucking with her mind now, and I don't want to damage her permanently. I need to take a step back, reassess. I need to give her some time to become whole again. I can't risk losing her - not again.

  Once we're back at the mansion, I dismiss Filippe quite roughly. He doesn't say a word as I carry Cara into the room she's spent her summer in, gently tucking her under the covers. She finally stirs as I'm about to leave the room, and she pulls on the collar of my shirt helplessly.

  "Please don't go," she mewls. "Just stay in bed with me."

  Words she's said so many times before, and yet, I can't make her wish come true tonight. She needs some time alone. She needs to learn how to survive without me. I shake my head no and her lashes flutter closed. She's too tired, anyway. She probably won't even remember this come morning.

  I leave her safely tucked into the bed and close the door to her bedroom quietly. I'm about to leave when I remember something, and, as an afterthought, I turn the lock on her door.

  I have every intention of heading to bed myself. But I'm a sick fucking bastard and I can't resist the voyeur in me. I head to the room next to hers, the one that requires a keycard to get into.

  I sit in front of the large window into Cara's room, disguised as a mirror on her side of the wall. I pull out a pack of cigarettes from my trousers. I'm not a smoker. Never have been, never will be. But the events of the past few months have shaken me up so much I'm dying for something to distract myself with.

  I light the cigarette and inhale, filling my lungs with poison. I watch her sleep as I smoke the thing down to a nub, just as she starts stirring in her big bed.

  I watch Cara get up, throwing the covers off her. Her eyes are big and manic, her hair messy as fuck. She shouts my name, loud and clear. She'd get spanked for that any other day. I like it when she calls me Sir.

  She tries the door as I watch, shaking and rattling the knob and then snarling furiously once she realizes she's locked inside the room. My heart fucking aches seeing her like this, but I'm so fucking worried her father was right.

  Maybe I am a bad fucking influence.

  Maybe I am the last thing she needs.

  It may not seem like it, but maybe I am keeping her here against her will. No matter what Cara says. Daddy knows best, after all.

  Cara keeps screaming, my name on her lips, anger in her fists. Finally, she comes to stand in front of the full-length window, or what she knows as the ornate mirror in her bedroom. She stares at her pretty reflection, not knowing she's looking into my eyes.

  She starts sobbing. Deep, heaving sobs wrack her body and she hiccups, wiping at her eyes angrily and smearing black mascara and eyeliner everywhere. She's a fucking mess, and I've never wanted her more.

  She looks at her reflection again, her finger going to the mirror and outlining a heart. Without meaning to, I reach for the glass myself, following her motions. But when my hand falls back into my lap, her fist smashes the mirror.

  The sound of glass shattering blasts my eardrums and I just stare in front of myself as the last shreds of my disguise fall down. The glass that was separating us clatters to the floor and Cara's lips part in a surprised O as she realizes the mirror was merely a decoy.

  We're face to face now, mere inches apart. Her dress is rumpled. I know for a fact she's not wearing panties, because I took them off on the plane and stuffed them in my pocket.

  "Cara," I say roughly, and she whimpers. "Sweet fucking girl, what have you done?"

  She's crying as she rushes into my arms. Our bodies meet with full force, crashing into one another as I gather her into my arms and carry her through the new hole in the wall and towards her bed. I lay her down gently and she squirms under my touch.

  I kiss her bloody knuckles, smearing the blood all over my lips, and yet I don't give a shit. I reach for her and her body bends to my will. Always so submissive. Always so fucking irresistible.

  "Fuck me," she begs, her voice desperate. "I've waited so long, Mason. You have to."

  She takes my hand and guides it under her dress, over the globes of her ass and onto the small of her back. I groan loudly, knowing I won't be able to resist for much longer.

  "Don't make me," I say. "You need time to rest. You need to decide if this is really what you fucking want, Cara."

  She laughs, a bittersweet sound.

  "That was never a question," she tells me softly. And then she pulls me down, and suddenly my body's flush against hers and all my reservations go through the fucking window. Because this is Cara fucking Newton, the girl I've been in love with since she was sixteen years old. The girl I waited for so patiently, the girl I fought to make mine. The girl that came to me freely, the girl that submitted with the click of my fingers. My perfect muse.

  My mouth descends upon hers and she kisses me desperately, hungrily. Her lips mould to mine and she pulls me closer, her body
arching off the bed to fit into the contours of mine. We kiss deeply, roughly. It's rushed, it's needy, it's so fucking sweet.

  "Show me I'm yours," Cara whispers. "Make love to me, Mason."

  "I don't know how," I tell her roughly.

  "You do," she coos, guiding my hands to pull her dress off her body. She's naked underneath. "You do know, Mason. Just... show me. Show me how beautiful it can be."

  I don't make love. I only know how to fuck. But damn it if this girl doesn't make me want to learn to be better.

  I wrap an arm around her waist, pushing her up on the bed and climbing on top of her. She's moaning already, her hurt knuckles smearing red all over the pristine white sheets. Neither of us cares.

  "One last thing," she reminds me.

  "One last thing," I promise.

  She smiles then, pretty and seductive and ready to be broken. God, I can't wait to do it. To finally have her in pieces again, at my mercy. To watch her put herself back together in my arms. To see that look of pure bliss on her pretty little face.

  It's different this time. And I'll be damned if this isn't love.

  She gets up on all fours and I stand in front of the bed as she crawls closer. She unzips my trousers, gets my cock out. I'll never get tired of the marvel in her eyes at its size. The way her lips wrap perfectly around the tip. The way she tries so desperately to fit my whole shaft inside her tiny mouth, choking every time.

  "Make it wet," I tell her. "Really fucking wet, Cara, or it's just going to hurt even more."

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide and trusting. I groan at the sight of those baby blues. So pure and so damn perfect. She swirls her tongue against the tip of my cock, sucking me deeper, working my cock so good I have to brace myself on her shoulders. The urge to fuck her face takes over, and I start thrusting into her mouth.

  My hand tangles in her hair and I make her look up at me as I slide my cock between her lips.

  "Good girl," I praise her softly. "Such a good girl. Open wider, baby."

  She does, and I get lost in the moment, her mouth feels so good against my sensitive skin. I barely notice her choking, trying to take a deep breath and instead having her mouth filled with my cock all the way inside.

  My eyes must be glazed over as hell as I finally pull out from between her lips, long strings of her spit connecting my cock to her mouth. I groan, and something primal takes over me.

  I grab her waist and flip her around. Push her head down on the bed, her begging and low moans only making me want her more. She sticks her ass up in the air, wiggling that pretty bubble butt at me and begging me to fucking take it.

  So I do.

  I press a finger to her virgin asshole first, and she squirms under my touch. Her puckered little hole is insanely tight and it feels so dirty to be doing this, so wrong to be taking advantage of her, it almost makes me stop.

  "Please, Sir," she says, her voice muffled from the way she's biting into the duvet. "Please let me show you what a good little anal slut I can be."

  "Fuck." The word rolls off my lips just as my finger slips inside her. Cara mewls and grinds her hips against my hand, sweet gasps leaving her pouty mouth.

  "I... Oh my god," she keeps saying over and over again, interrupted by little moans and deep breaths. Her body's arching, not sure if it wants to get away or impale itself harder on my cock.

  I pull my finger out. I'm so fucking horny I can barely see five inches in front of myself. I place my wet, slippery cock on her ass and try to explain to her she needs to relax or it'll hurt like hell.

  But she doesn't listen. Cara never does.

  She moans and with a push of her hips, she impales her virgin asshole on my cock, cursing out loud and making me grip her ass tightly as I claim her last hole.

  I've already had her mouth, I've already had her pussy. Her ass is mine now, too.

  "You shouldn't have done that, Cara," I tell her roughly, but she's so far gone she can only moan, beg and moan as she keeps perfectly still, the tip of my cock inside her sweet ass. "I'm not gonna be able to stop now, sweetheart."

  "Don't," she chokes out. "Don't fucking stop, please."

  I groan and shift my hips a little, my cock penetrating her more and more. She's gasping, just gasping for air like she's taking her last breath. And it's too much. I can't stop, I really can't now.

  I brace my hands against her ass and I push deeper inside her. All the way.

  She's sobbing. Deep, heavy sobs shaking her body as she begs for more.

  "Please, Sir," she whispers. "More, please. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop. Deeper. I want more."

  She's making me go fucking insane, but I obey, for once listening to her. I start fucking her ass and she cries out, my name always on her lips, my cock buried inside her ass.

  Cara starts grinding her hips, long sensual moans escaping her hips as I fuck her slowly, sensually. I've never had sex like this before. It's always angry, fast, hard. This is completely new. And yet she still submits, her sweet body bending to my will.

  She puts her hands behind her back, and I grab her wrists with one hand while the other gathers her hair and pulls on it, hard. She begs for more.

  "You're gonna cum for me," I order her, the words alone sending her into a frenzy. "You're going to fucking cum with my cock inside that tight little ass, sweetheart."

  "Please," she breathes. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

  I push deeper and shiver. She's shaking, just like me. It's almost too much. Almost there. Almost at her delicious breaking point. I keep fucking her. Rougher. Harder. Faster, like she begs me to.

  I hit a spot inside her then, something that makes her go wild. She comes suddenly, with a loud fucking scream tearing through the room. She pants and bucks her hips like a wild animal. I can't even control her, and I can't control my own orgasm as it rips through my body.

  I empty my balls inside her ass, with Cara grinding it all over my groin, smearing my cum everywhere. She's moaning loudly, and it makes me wish I could treasure this moment forever.

  With that, I remember the cameras scattered through the room, and I grin to myself. Sweet, barely legal Cara Newton coming on Daddy's friend's cock deep inside her asshole. What a fucking sight. And now captured on film for my pleasure.

  I lean over to her as my cock leaks the last drop of cum inside her tight ass.

  "Thank you, sweetheart," I whisper in hear ear. "You were the perfect little slut."

  She pants as I get on the bed with her, pulling her on top of me and settling her against my chest. She nuzzles closer, her fingers running through the dark hair on my chest.

  My finger traces her spine, down her back and to her ass. My cum's dripping out of her tight little hole, and it bothers me. I get up from the bed.

  "Don't go," Cara begs me, and I grin at her.

  "Don't move."

  I walk to the chest in front of her bed and dig inside it. Once I find what I'm looking for, I tell her to close her eyes, and she does as she's told like a good girl.

  I walk back to her and put her on all fours again. She whimpers, needy for more. With a simple push, I plug her ass with a pretty jewel and she gasps so loudly she almost loses her voice.

  "Good girl," I mutter into the shell of her ear. "I want my cum to stay in your ass all night, sweetheart. Keep you full until I want you again."

  She looks up at me through hazy, adoring eyes, and I finally realize I'm fucked. This must be love.

  Two

  Cara

  "Daddy!"

  I run to the staircase and glare down at my father. He glances up and his eyes light up when he sees me, but my expression is furious where his is loving. He motions to be excused from his conversation, and rushes up the stairs to talk to me.

  "What is it, darling?" he asks me, and I pout, crossing my arms in front of my body. My eyes are shooting daggers at him and I have zero patience right now. My party started thirty minutes ago, and there's a missing sequin on my dress! I can't,
and won't, walk down the stairs in a ruined dress. Everyone would make fun of me.

  "My dress is ruined," I announce to my father, and his expression darkens. "The beads on it... There are some missing, and it looks terrible. There's no way I can wear it."

  Daddy's face lights up with a smile and he kisses my forehead gently. "I'm so sorry, Cara. It happens. But daddy thought of everything. Come with me for a second?"

  I follow him doubtfully, my heels clicking on the floor. I don't care if I ruin the expensive wood. It's my eighteenth birthday, and I should be allowed to do anything I fucking want. Dad and I walk into the closet and he pulls out a huge cardboard box. I see an expensive brand name printed on the box, and my eyes light up excitedly as I pull it from my father's hands.

  "What's this?" I ask him. "Another present? Oh, you spoil me, daddy."

  "It's the dress you wanted," he tells me as I tear through the wrapping paper. "I know I shouldn't have, but... I knew how much you loved this one." I shriek once I get through the wrapping paper, and clutch the beautiful dress to my chest.

  "Daddy! It's so pretty," I exclaim, my eyes sparkling with happiness. I knew he'd get me the dress. When we went shopping a few weeks ago, he refused to get it for me because of the hefty price tag, but I sulked so much I knew I'd won him over. Now, I embrace him in a tight hug and he holds me close to his heart.

  However much of a spoiled brat I might be, I do love my father.

  I also know exactly how to play my cards to get him to give me what I want. And there's one present I want even more than this dress... And I'm sure I'm going to get it tonight.

  My eyes shine as we break apart and daddy gives me a happy smile. "I'll go change and be right down," I promise him. "Thank you again. I really love it."

  "I know you do, darling," dad says with a sigh, and I turn on my heels and rush towards my room to get changed into the dress I'd wanted all along.