A Debt Repaid (The Debt Duet 2)

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 find 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.