A Debt Repaid (The Debt Duet 2)

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.