A Debt Owed (The Debt Duet 1)

He took me by surprise, and I’m completely irked at how I let him kiss me, so my instinct takes over, and I bite his bottom lip.

“Ouch.” He inches back, touching his lip with his index finger. A droplet of blood rolls down, and his tongue darts out to lick it up. A soft moan escapes his mouth, and it sets my body on fire. I hate the way my body responds to his kiss and the sounds he makes. It’s wrong, and it can’t happen again.

Except he immediately grabs my hair, pulls back my head, and plants his lips on mine. This time, he’s much fiercer, much more controlling. It’s as though he’s suddenly shifted personalities, and the devil has replaced his sweeter side. This is the man who I fear, the man who I loathe … the man who can consume me. For every second his lips are on mine, I lose my sense of reality and time. All I can think of is how overwhelming it feels, and my mind turns to mush.

When his lips unlock from mine, I’m left reeling, dizzy, and completely out of tune. I’m so shaky, he has to hold me up, and his hand on my waist almost feels good. Almost.

“Is that how you like it?” he murmurs, still merely inches away from my face. His thumb slides across my cheekbone, my chin, and it dips into my mouth, pulling me closer, forcing me to lean into it. I don’t dare bite because it wouldn’t ward him off; it would only draw him closer. I’ve learned that much from our brief one on one tonight.

“You like your men assertive … to take away your sense of control so you don’t have to think about the guilt,” he murmurs, running his thumb along my lips, smearing my saliva all over my chin. “You want to be someone’s plaything so you can forget.”

I make a face and suck on my bottom lip. I won’t give him the satisfaction of being right. “Fuck you.”

A dirty smile appears on his face. “Typical … but don’t worry, princess. I’ll definitely fuck you.”

“As if,” I hiss.

“Hmm … You say that now, but you’ll change your mind. Sooner or later, you’ll give in to me. Just like you did when I kissed you,” he muses.

I’d smack that smugness off his face if I could.

“But I’ll wait because I wanna savor you,” he murmurs, toying with my hair, “until you beg me to take your cherry.”

“Never,” I reply staunchly, but my voice is shaky.

“Very convincing, princess.” He winks. Fuck him. “But we’ll see soon enough how badly you yearn to submit.”

Before I can spit in his face, he turns around and walks toward the door. “Take a bath. You look like you need one.”

And he leaves the room and locks me inside alone with all my thoughts … and a thrumming heart.

Easton

I lean back in my comfy recliner. I wonder how warm she made the water and if she prefers bubbles or oil. If she likes the tub I had installed for her. What she looks like underneath all that fabric. Her soft, naked skin.

The number of layers on her huge dress surprise me. Maybe I should’ve told Jill to help her undress. I wonder if she’d allow Jill to help her or if she’d yell for her to leave. Charlotte doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who enjoys being watched.

Too bad for her.

It looks as though she’s managing quite well on her own. All that’s left to take off is the tight corset around her waist. The pretty lace looks delicate, and a part of me wishes I was there myself to take it off. I have to take it slow, though, and give her time to adjust to her new status … and to me.

I can watch her perfectly fine from here in my private study. My laptop has a direct connection to every camera in this house. Secured by a password, of course, since I wouldn’t want a certain young lady snooping around.

No, I’ll be the only one in this house who knows what’s going on, and I’ll be the only one who watches her undress.

Her clothes drop to the floor, uncovering a magnificent body. More beautiful than I could’ve imagined with its sinful curves and her deliciously round butt. I wonder how smooth her creases are, and what her moans would sound like if I let my hands slide up toward those already taut nipples.

Fuck. I’m getting hard from the thought.

She tiptoes around like a little fairy, touching the water with a single fingertip before inching closer and letting her foot slide in. Then she picks up a bottle and chucks in the contents. Oil it is. Maybe I’ll introduce her to the bubbles next time … when we get in together.