A Debt Repaid (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (The Debt Duet Book 2)
A Debt Repaid: Chapter 21

I don’t know this Charlotte who’s sitting on my lap, kissing me right this very second. I know her lips, I know her body, and I know the way she holds her breath every time my hands touch her skin.

But I don’t know this girl who throws herself into my arms so willingly.

Is this what Jill meant when she said to give Charlotte what she wants?

If that’s the case, I can’t fathom why I didn’t do this sooner.

All this time, I tried to control her and take what I wanted without considering her feelings and needs. And now that I’ve given her time to do what she wants on her own terms, she’s hanging on my neck, and I’m soaking it all in.

It’s too fucking good to say no to. I’m a sucker for her delicious lips—always have been—and the way her lips press against mine makes my cock tent hard in my pants. She shifts around, her thighs gyrating against my hard-on, making it even harder to refuse.

But I should. She’s not doing this because she wants to. This is a reward for giving her what she wanted. A thank you in the form of sex.

I don’t need it, and I never asked for it. It didn’t even cross my mind when I brought her to Deion’s house. I only wanted to make her happy.

“Wait,” I mutter, pulling back.

Her lips are red and swollen and so damn enticing, but I must hold back. Now more than ever, the waiting is important. It has to be her choice. This is not a choice … this is a prize.

“I don’t need kisses as a thank you,” I say, trying not to succumb to her beauty.

“But I want to give them,” she replies, inching close again. Her lips shudder as she hovers close, and I can taste her breath on my tongue. It intoxicates me, preventing me from stopping her as she presses her mouth on mine, coaxing me to give in.

Now, I’m the puppet, and she’s the player. But I won’t play that game with her.

With my palm pressed against her chest, I push her back. “Don’t. I don’t need a prize for being a good man.”

“It’s not a prize,” she replies.

I place a finger on her lips to shush her. “This isn’t about me. This was all about you.”

“Then why did you take me there?” she asks, her chest rising and falling with her every breath. My eyes can’t stop devouring her tits and the nipples that hide underneath that thin fabric, but I must hold off. Only the strong win a long game.

“Because I want you to be happy,” I reply, a smile lifting my cheeks.

Her brows draw together. “You would do that for me?”

I nod and take her hands off my shoulder. “And if you still feel like this about me when we get back home, then we can do something about it.”

She narrows her eyes as she leans back. “Is this some kind of test again?”

“No test,” I say, smirking as I hold her waist, tempted so badly to lift her dress and ram my cock into her. But waiting will be worthwhile. “It’s a promise to both of us that I’ll treat you with dignity.”

She raises a brow. “Well, that’d be a first.”

I grin. “Love can change a man.”

“Hmm … do you really think so, or is that another manipulation tactic?” She places her index finger on her cheek.

“No lies. No manipulation.” I curl a strand of her hair around my finger and tuck it behind her ear. “I want what’s best for you. What’s in your heart.” I tap her chest with my index finger.

She grabs it and holds on tight. “What I want is for you to fuck me.”

The sudden silence is killing; the air thick with unbridled desire and unspoken wishes.

“Do you mean that?” I ask, biting my lip. “Or is that just another way for you to get more of what you just had?”

She lowers her head and presses her pussy down against my rock-hard cock, making it so damn hard to resist. “No lies, no manipulation … remember?”

Suddenly, the car stops and so does her breathing as she stares into my eyes.

It’s now or never.

I look at her from underneath my lashes, my fingers digging into her dress. “Beg.”

She leans in and whispers into my ear, “Please fuck my pussy …”

Those four simple words are enough. I grab her body while I open the door and lift her out of the car with my bare hands.

Finally, she’s given in.

She said the words.

And meant it with all her heart.

Died for it with all her body.

She submitted her goddamn soul.

Now, she’s truly mine.

I smash my mouth on hers as I slam the car door shut and press us both against it. I won’t take my fucking lips off her anymore. She’s gone and done it now. No fucking way back. This is it.

The driver steps out of the car, and mutters, “I … uh … I’ll go inside.”

I only rip myself away from Charlotte’s lips for one second. “Tell the staff to leave the house. I don’t want anyone to bother us.”

“Yes, sir.” He nods and leaves us as I continue to kiss her up against the car.

Her breath falters when I grab her face and kiss her even harder. My tongue worms its way into her mouth and wraps around her tongue, her delectable taste too good to let go. There’s not a second to waste. I’ve waited long enough for her to surrender, and now I’ll reap what I’ve sowed.

I kiss her lips and let my tongue draw a line down her neck, unable to hold myself back. I need to taste every inch of her skin. My fingers instinctively lift her dress as my cock practically bursts out of my pants.

She grabs my face with both hands and presses a kiss to my buzzing lips before whispering, “Not here.”

“Why not?” I growl, wrapping her leg around my waist and shoving my dick against her belly to let her know I’m serious.

“We’re outside,” she murmurs against my lips.

I suck in a breath for a few seconds, trying to contain the hormones raging through my body. Grunting, I pull her away from the car and wrap her in both my arms, dragging her back into the mansion.

She begged me to fuck her … and by God, I will fuck her.

Wherever, whenever, and however I want.

Charlotte’s fucking mine.

Charlotte

Our kisses are a pull and tug, a fight between who craves this the most. I don’t want to think about it because I don’t want my conscience to interfere. So I shut it off and let my body do the work.

With Easton’s arms wrapped around me and his mouth on mine, I’m swept back into his mansion, and I don’t even mind.

Right now, all I want is for him to fuck me. Not because he did good by taking me to Deion and Ashanti. Not because he’s finally acting like a real gentleman. But because the moment I stepped out of their house, the only thing I wanted was be in his arms again. For Easton to take me back to the comfort of his home and use, degrade, and fuck me into oblivion.

Because that’s so much easier than real life. Being here with him has opened my mind to the possibility of belonging to someone without needing anything else. I want him just for me because it feels good. And that’s enough for me to give in to the desire.

I’m done fighting this attraction, done resisting his inevitable and inescapable pull.

I need him now for all he is, including his deviously dark plans and all that they entail. I need to be with the man who took my life and made it his.

I don’t regret a single kiss or a single moan. All I regret is not giving in sooner.

Easton always made it so clear. This was all he ever wanted from me, yet my stubbornness created more pain and suffering for everyone around us. Not anymore.

It’s my turn to choose the dark side.

As the front door shuts behind us, I wrap my leg around his body and let him claim my mouth. His tongue twists around inside, coaxing mine to dance along, and I can’t help but let him kiss me until I’m out of breath.

Two seconds is all I get to gasp for air before he smashes his lips back against mine. His hands are all over my body as we twirl around, trying to replace the right place. My body bumps against the door, and he takes the opportunity to dive underneath my dress, grab my pussy, and fondle me hard. I bite my lip and moan out loud when he curls his finger underneath my panties and rips them off.

“Those were expensive,” I mutter.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he growls, claiming my mouth between every word. “Now spread your legs, princess, and let me have that pussy.”

He parts my legs with his fingers and rubs me until saliva fills my mouth. I can’t control this lust growing inside my body, making my knees buckle. The devious smirk on his face tells me he knows he’s the cause, and he loves it. That fucker loves being the one to bring me down, and I don’t even hate him for it. I begged him to do it.

“Say it again, princess,” he murmurs, kissing my neck and my collarbone.

As his lips drag down my chest, he yanks on my dress so hard it rips apart at the seams. And before I can even answer, his mouth has covered my nipples, sucking hard.

I stumble over my words. “Please …”

“Please what?” he growls, tugging at my nipple with his teeth.

I squeal from the pleasure and pain as he alternates his pressure with sweet licking bliss.

“Please fuck me,” I say.

“Louder,” he growls, and he shoves a finger into my pussy.

I gasp, and yell, “Fuck me, please!”

His finger thrusts in and out of my pussy, and my whole body begins to quake with need.

“Good girl … You finally know what’s good for you.”

He sucks my nipple and fucks me with his finger as though this body always belonged to him. And I want nothing more than for him to do exactly that and so much more. I’m delirious, crazy, and completely head over heels.

Easton pulls out his finger and licks it. “So fucking wet … and so fucking good.”

While my dress peels away from my body, he drags me along toward the stairs where we tongue wrestle, and he nips at my lips. I stumble and fall at the top as my dress drops to the wooden steps, but I catch myself on my hands and knees. However, Easton sinks down to the stairs with me, grasps my body, and shoves his hips against mine.

“Stay there, pretty girl,” he growls, tearing down his zipper and taking off his belt.

My eyes widen as he pulls his dick out right here and now.

“What are you—?”

My words end when I feel his cock push against my entrance.

My mouth forms a big O as he thrusts into my pussy without warning. It’s so tight and a little painful but amazing at the same time. I cry out in a mixture of angst and desire. He’s huge and thick, and it’s so full inside me that I can’t do anything but moan out loud while he fucks me from behind.

“Finally, this pussy is mine,” he growls, thrusting hard.

I’m on my knees being fucked on the stairs like an animal, but at the same time, I want to beg for more. It’s so damn good to have him inside me. Like true freedom wrapped in a sexy suited-up devil, and the only way I can have it is by stepping through the fire. But I’m not scared to get burned anymore …

“Say it, princess. Tell me this pussy is mine,” he groans.

“This pussy is yours.” The words feel filthy coming from my mouth, but I know they are true. I’ve fought so hard to deny it, to fight this very truth, but I can’t ignore it any longer.

Easton fists a bunch of my hair and uses it as reins as he plunges into me. He tugs so hard my head tilts back as he growls, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you belong to me and only me.”

“I’m yours and no one else’s,” I murmur, my voice fluctuating in tone with each thrust.

“I’m glad you finally realize who owns your soul.” A devious smirk adorns his face. “But you’ll regret saying that once I make you truly mine forever.”

He fucks me so hard I can barely stay put. My hands and knees are wobbly, and when he starts rubbing between my legs too, I lose it.

“Don’t fucking come yet, princess,” Easton says.

“Oh, God …” I murmur. How am I supposed to resist this wave coming at full force?

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me feeling bereft. He swoops me up in his arms and hoists me against the wall at the top of the stairs. Within seconds, he’s plunged right back into me.

Only now we’re looking right at each other. I have no choice but to gaze into his sinful eyes. Those eyes that haunt my heart and soul. Those eyes that could make me get down on my knees.

“Beg me for it, princess. Make me believe you want this,” he murmurs against my lips.

I suck in a breath as he buries himself inside me, and his cock pulses with need.

“I want it. I want your cock.” I can’t believe the things I’m saying for this man or the things I’d do for this man.

“Mine.” He growls as he bangs me against the wall and licks my lips like a caveman.

My eyes practically roll into the back of my head as he fucks me hard and fast with not a second to spare. It’s as if the world is collapsing, and we’re the only ones left who could save it with a fuck for humanity.

Right before he comes, he pulls out and lowers me to the floor, only to spin me around and press me up against the wall again. He spreads my legs with his feet and pushes back inside with no remorse.

With his hands free now, he grabs my pussy from the front and rubs my clit with fervor. I’m completely lost to this ecstasy that’s getting closer with every thrust into me.

“Yes, come all over my cock, princess,” he groans.

His thickness inside me, crashing into me, pushes me over the edge.

I come so hard, my throat jams up, and my legs turn into puddles beneath me.

Easton captures me in his arms and bangs me hard against the wall before pulling back and lifting me in his arms once again. But he doesn’t go into my room.

Instead, he charges the other way, straight across the hall, to the room I know only as his.

A room I’ve never had the privilege to be invited to enter.

He kicks open the door and carries me over the threshold.

Just like after a wedding day … when a couple would consummate the marriage.

And that time is now.