A Debt Repaid (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (The Debt Duet Book 2)
A Debt Repaid: Chapter 15

I let her simmer in her room for a few hours. She must hate me for it, but love and marriage come at a costly price. And I want her to know how far I’m willing to go to win her back from that guy.

I clench my fist at the mere thought of that guy worming his way into her good graces. I wish I could take her entire memory of him and shred it, but she would never forget about the one who plucked her from the streets and gave her a home and a bed to sleep in.

And a part of me wishes I was that guy.

That I was the one who saved her from the man keeping her captive.

But I will never be the white knight in shining armor.

I am a Van Buren, destined to be a workaholic and a cold-hearted bastard.

But I’ll be damned if I didn’t love that girl being driven crazy by lust right now up in her room. With her dirty mouth and classy act, she’s managed to convince me she’s the one and only from the very first day. Now I only need to convince her back.

She’s already falling for me. I can see it in the way she looks at me, practically begging me to stop. Because she hates how much she likes it, how much she wants me to touch her, kiss her, and love her. It won’t be long before she admits the truth; I’ll make sure of it.

But first, we need to fix her missing ring. A part of her punishment was due to her throwing it away. I’m going to have to spend twice the amount of money on a ring now. But I guess that’s to be expected from a reluctant bride.

After all, she knows I have a stranglehold over her father and his business.

As a matter of fact, that motherfucker still needs to pay for what he did.

I open my laptop and search my videos until I replace the one from last night when I chained her to the bed and whipped her pussy. I can still hear her fucking moans in my ear, and it turns me on to see her like that, on her knees, pussy dripping wet.

I make a snapshot of that very moment and another one of her sucking my dick … and then I open my email service and type out a note.

It was my tenacity that brought her back to me, and her lust that brings her to her knees. Enjoy these pics of Charlotte. Maybe I’ll send you some more if you do anything stupid again. Hope your business isn’t failing too hard … I’ll be watching.

Easton

With a vicious smile forming on my lips, I hit the send button.

I wish I could see that motherfucker’s face fall off his skull the moment he sees those images.

Suddenly, Jill strolls into my study with a drink and some peanuts. “Hungry, sir? Thought you could use something after all that rumbling and tumbling.”

“Rumbling and tumbling?” I mumble as I quickly close the laptop.

Her cheeks change color fast. “Well, I mean … We could hear it downstairs.” She laughs a little.

My brow rises. “Could you now?”

“It’s fine,” she adds. “Of course. It’s your house, after all.” She places the peanuts and drink in front of me. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

I don’t know if I should be thankful or creeped out. I mean, I don’t enjoy my staff listening to my private business. She normally never comments on what I do and usually does what she’s told, which is why I’m so confused by her sudden change in behavior.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she says, giving me an awkward smile.

“Because you’re snooping into my business,” I say.

She stops moving around, cleaning my study like she always does, and looks me dead in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“What I do with Charlotte is my business, not yours,” I say.

“Right. Of course, sir,” she says, clearing her throat. “I apologize if I’ve offended you.”

“It’s fine.” I raise a hand. “But I do want to make sure you understand my rules.”

“Of course, sir.” She nods. “I just …” She blinks a couple of times and looks away. It’s as though she doesn’t want to tell me even though the words practically roll off her tongue.

I fold my arms. “What?”

“I … I …” Her face turns bright red now, and she can’t even look at me. “It’s nothing.”

She storms off, so I follow her and grab her arm. “Tell me.”

She pauses, and I release her from my grip. Her hand brushes along her skin where I touched her. “I … feel a little sick.” She clears her throat again. “That’s all.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” I reply. “If you need medication, feel free to take some from my cabinet.”

“No, it’s fine,” she says, adding a kind smile.

“If it’s that time of the month, I can give you some extra money to purchase some sanitary products,” I say.

Her eyes widen. “No, no, it’s not—”

I lean in and bow my head. “It’s fine. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I wouldn’t be a good boss if I didn’t give my assistant whatever she needs to work for me.” I pat her on the arm. “You already have a credit card with my name on it. Buy whatever you need.”

I walk back to my desk and take a sip of the drink she brought me. Rum. My favorite. Jill always knows what to bring to cheer me up.

She lowers her eyes and rubs her lips together. “Um … thanks.”

She sounds so ashamed as though she’s still worried I’ll hate her for letting Charlotte escape. But I can’t blame her forever. It was my fault too for not letting enough guards accompany them and for letting Charlotte out of the house before she was truly ready.

Jill’s always been here by my side, helping me out with everything I’ve needed from day one, and I should be grateful for that.

“No, thank you for looking out for me,” I say, lowering my drink.

“You’re welcome,” she says, turning her head. But as she speeds off, I’m caught off guard by the wetness in her eyes … and the brisk fingers that wipe away the single tear rolling down her cheeks. And that one part of me I thought was good, the last sliver of hope crushes under the weight of my own damn icy-cold heart.

Fuck.

Charlotte

Hours pass before the door to my room opens again. I’m exhausted from the sheer number of orgasms I’ve had on this device that’s firmly clenched between my legs. I tried to move so many times, but the chain wouldn’t allow it. And the longer I stayed in position, the weaker I became.

My legs have turned into a puddle beneath me. I’m shaking from the intense sexual lust flowing through every fiber of my being and the sheer need consuming me whole.

Easton walks into my room, closing the door behind him, and I can barely lift my head to look at him. I’m tired … and so fucking aroused I can’t think straight. I want this to end. I want to explode into bliss.

Easton stands in the middle of the room, towering over me. He stares at my naked body, his eyes following every bead of sweat that rolls down my forehead. The moment seems to last an eternity.

My lips part, and my tongue moves without regret.

“Please,” I murmur.

The left side of his lips inches up as he lowers his head. Almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue.

So I do. “Fuck me.”

The words that slip from my mouth release the load off my shoulders. I’ve been carrying this guilt and shame for far too long. It’s done now. My resolve is gone.

I want this more than anything.

My body quakes with yearning. It wishes there was more than this device thrumming against my clit. My body already knew long ago what my mind refused to believe. My soul wants this man. It’s tethered to him by something more than a debt. My body sings to his tune, and he knows this well.

It’s showing on his face in his wicked smile and the triumphant glimmer in his eyes.

He’s won.

I lower my head in defeat as he approaches. There’s no point in fighting him. He’s already claimed my body, so why would I hold onto that last sliver of me? Besides, I don’t even want to anymore. There’s nothing I crave more than to have him deep inside me, to come one last time, and then fall into an eternal sleep.

Suddenly, the buzzing between my legs stops. Sensations no longer bombard my clit, but it continues to throb with pleasure. It’s a strange feeling … as though someone has ripped away the very thread that kept me together.

When Easton’s hand touches my shoulder, I brace for what’s to come. Will he shove me against the bed and fuck me on the floor from behind? Will he pull me up by my chain and fuck me on the bed in traditional style? Or will he shove me against the door and make me look at him while he takes my pussy?

His hand slides upward along my neck, and he cups my chin and lifts my head. He slithers down to grasp the chain.

Click.

The chain falls to the floor, and I’m no longer confined to the bed.

Just like that … I’m free.