A Debt Repaid (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (The Debt Duet Book 2)
A Debt Repaid: Chapter 22

I carry her into my room and put her down on my bed. She’s gaping around her, taking in the view, but I’m only fixated on one thing; claiming her body as mine.

Finally, she’s submitted to me, and I’m not letting this opportunity go to waste. She wants me to fuck her? I’ll fuck her until she screams my name and begs me to come.

I push her down onto the bed and lift her legs up beside me, and as she wraps them around me, I plunge hard into her pussy. She gasps and moans out loud from the sheer force, but I give her no time to adjust. I want her to know she’s mine and mine alone. The bed creaks every time I slam into her, and she quivers underneath me. I love the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head. And I adore the sight of her tits bouncing up and down to the rhythm of my thrusts.

I pounce on top of her, mere inches away from her face. “Do you belong to me and only me?” I ask as I look directly in her eyes.

She nods. “Yes.”

I thrust in again and wait for the reaction on her face. “Do you mean it, or are you only saying that to get laid?”

Her face turns bright red. “Both …”

I smirk. I know she has trouble saying it out loud, but she’ll get used to it soon enough. “I’ll take it.”

I press my lips onto hers, claiming her mouth while I fuck her blind. I want her to know it’s not only about her body. I don’t just want to fuck her pussy, but I want to love her heart and mind too.

From the very start, I loved her. I just didn’t fucking know it yet because the rage and greed for more power blinded me. But now that I have her back in my clutches, I won’t ever forget where the real power lies. It’s right here in her arms.

I’m not the one who holds all the strings. She’s the puppeteer who’s played with my heart and got me to fall head over heels, desperate to own her body and soul. And my body is more than willing to play along.

I groan in excitement as we roll over, and she sits on top of me. I sit up with her on my lap as she starts grinding against me the same way she did in the car. But this time, we’re alone and surrounded by soft black pillows and filthy sex tools hanging on the walls. She knows they’re there, she looked, and the sparkle in her eyes made my cock throb with glee. I can’t wait to use them all on her and more.

“Yes, be filthy for me, princess,” I growl, and I push her up and down on my dick.

I press a kiss to her chest and her collarbone while her head tilts back in bliss. Her body rolls over my hips with ease as though she always belonged there.

I grab a fistful of her hair and force her to look me in the eyes as we both head toward oblivion. “Say my name, Charlotte.”

“Fuck me, Easton,” she murmurs, her lips wet and appetizing as I hover next to them.

Her breath is on my skin, and her eyes are on mine as we come together in devious fuckery.

And as she falls apart right here in my arms, so do I.

I bury myself deep inside her and groan as my seed jets into her pussy. While I hold her down on my lap, pure fucking ecstasy fills my veins and releases my heart from the vengeful thorns that’s held it tight for so long.

And I fall onto the bed with her in my arms. I curl up behind her, wrapping my arm around her belly so she’ll be close to me. When my cock is flaccid, I pull out and press a kiss to the back of her neck.

“I love you …”

She turns her head slowly. “What … what did you say?”

I look her in the eyes as I repeat the words. “I love you.”

I’m not ashamed to admit my real feelings for her. I’ve known them all along to be true, but I couldn’t face the fact that I’d actually fallen for the precious daughter of my enemy. That the man who I hated so much for my entire life could produce such a perfect girl … and that I want her to be my wife for real now.

Not merely to own her and control her, but to love her until death do us part.

“I …” she mutters.

“Shh,” I whisper into her ear while my hand rests on her shoulder. “I know how you feel.”

She places her hand over mine but doesn’t say another word. None are needed. The way my arms wrap around hers and the way her body molds into mine say enough.

“It’s hard,” she mutters after a while.

“I know,” I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “But we’ll get there.”

“I feel so bad,” she adds.

I snort. “Ignore it.”

“How?” she asks, her eyes tearing up.

I lean up and grab her chin to softly turn her head. “Don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it,” she says. “It’s just that … this is all wrong. You’re the bad guy. You took me against my will.”

“I know.” I grab her hand. “And I’m sorry that I did.”

She averts her eyes and sighs. “Sorry doesn’t change what happened. Sorry doesn’t fix this conflicted heart of mine.”

I lie back down and hold her. Because that’s all I can do in this situation. I can’t change her mind, and I don’t want to manipulate her anymore. I’m done playing those games. I want her to be mine, and I’ll be happy with that.

“This is all because of my father. Why does life have to be so difficult?”

“It’s not, and your father no longer matters,” I say.

“You did this all to get revenge on him,” she says, brushing away a single tear.

“I don’t need it anymore,” I whisper.

She briefly glances at me from over her shoulder. “What?”

“I’m done punishing your father. I’ve already ruined him. And I have you. That’s all I ever wanted.” I bite my lip. “I only want you to be happy.”

“After all this? All this fighting, these games … you’re done?” she mutters. “How do I know you’re speaking the truth? This could all just be more manipulation.”

“It’s not.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m done. I promise.”

She glares at the wall in front of her, and I wonder what she’s thinking about.

If she hates me for putting her through all this when all I wanted was her heart.

I didn’t even know what I truly wanted until it ran away from me—until it was no longer in my grasp—and it fucking hurt. I can only imagine what she’s going through right now as her heart desires one thing, but her brain knows I’m not right for her.

Is it so bad to need something that’s wrong for you?

“We had sex,” she murmurs. “I felt you come inside me.”

“Did it feel good?” I ask, caressing her arm.

She nods. “But I don’t feel any different.”

I raise a brow. “Did you think you would?”

She pauses. “I don’t know. There should be blood, right?”

I laugh. “That’s an old wives’ tale. Not all women bleed.” I get up from the bed.

“How do you know?” She sits up too now. “You’ve fucked many?”

I run my fingers through my hair. I guess this question had to come sooner or later, but it is fast. “A few.” I turn my head to look at her beautiful naked body, and a devious, proud smile spreads on my lips. “But none compare to you.”

She tries to hide her smile by biting her lips, but I still spot it. After all this tugging and fighting and underneath all that façade of independence, she’s still the insecure princess she always was. All because her father taught her that she was worthless. But I’ll prove her wrong.

“There is no one I’d rather be married to than you,” I say. “And that’s the truth.”

She folds her arms, her tits becoming all perky, which almost gives me another boner. “Really?”

I narrow my eyes. “You have to stop thinking everything I say is a lie.”

“Sorry, it takes time to get used to this new you,” she retorts.

I shrug and shake my head as I put my pants back on. “Take all the time you need.”

“For what it’s worth”—she sighs—“I want you to know that I’m sorry about your father.”

I glance at her over my shoulder. “Why would you bring that up?”

“I don’t know.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I guess I just feel a little bit guilty. If it wasn’t for my father, yours would still be alive.”

I put my shirt on and tighten my tie. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“But you were mad about it,” she says.

“I was, but I’ve moved past that.” I press a kiss to her forehead while she continues to stare at me as though she’s seen a ghost.

“You’ve changed a lot,” she says.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

I grab a drink from the table in the corner and pour myself a rum. Then I check my phone.

Several missed text messages pique my attention. I open it up and check them out. The hairs on the back of my neck all stand. They’re all from her father.

Davis: You’re never satisfied. I know that now.

Davis: I don’t fucking believe you when you say she won’t run away.

Davis: If she isn’t with you, my life will never be safe.

Davis: Any man who’s been by her side is a threat.

Davis: If you won’t take this seriously, I will take matters into my own hands to secure my own life now. I fucking hope you’ll be happy.

That last message was sent an hour ago.

Fuck.

This could go south very quickly. I have to act fast, but what do I do? How do you beat a man who has nothing to lose at his own game?

Easton Van Buren: Come to my house now. I’ll end this myself.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and rush toward the door.

“What’s going on?” Charlotte asks.

“Get dressed,” I say, and I immediately walk out and slam the door shut behind me before bolting down the stairs.

I don’t even call my driver. Instead, I head straight to my car and jump behind the wheel. No time to waste. I have to get there before he does. I have to …

Or else it’ll all have been for nothing.