A Debt Owed(56)

“Do the cameras scare you?” I ask with a low tone of voice.

She swallows and places her hands on the desk too. “No. I’m just surprised at the number.”

“Do you think these are all of them?”

“No.”

My smile broadens, and I grab a strand of her hair and curl it around my finger.

Smart girl.

“Are you the only one who watches?” she asks.

“No one has access to this room except me,” I reply, taking in the scent of her hair and cherishing the smell of her perfume. “So yes.” The strand of hair rolls through my fingers until nothing’s left but air filled with friction between us. And fuck me, is it on fire.

“How many times a day do you watch me?” she asks.

“As often as I can,” I reply, and her face only turns more into the shade of a strawberry. It matches her dress nicely.

A hint of a smile tips up her lips. “Does it turn you on to watch me?”

“Oh, yes.” Just the thought gets me riled up.

She grips the desk tight, her fingers digging into the wood as she bites her lip. I can tell she’s waiting for me to do something, to take her right here and now … but should I? She smells like tequila, and I bet she drank too much of it, considering her flushed cheeks. But she’s literally standing here with her legs opened wide, her ass leaning on my desk, chest out and nipples peaked as if she means to lure me.

With an index finger, I tip up her chin. “Are you afraid of me? Tell me the truth.”

Her teeth barely separate as she says, “No.” The word comes out strong and powerful, spoken like a true queen. But can I take her seriously? Or is she playing mind games with me?

One second, she didn’t want anything to do with me, and the next, she’s here, flaunting her body. She can’t seem to make up her damn mind.

But that’s just it. I wanted her in that position where she’d question her own morality, her needs, and her desires. I want her to want me, and now she finally does.

I can’t fucking say no, so I grab her face and kiss her hard. Her mouth latches onto mine as we tug and fight while kissing, her tongue rolling around mine, trying to take control. I can taste the liquor on her tongue, but it adds a nice edge to our kiss. And fuck me, does she taste delicious.

I want more. No, I need more.

My hands wrap around her ass and lift her onto the desk while I kiss her as if my life depends on it. I don’t intend to stop. She’s far too delectable to ever let go, and she knows this. It was about time she gave in.

Suddenly, she unlocks her mouth from mine, and whispers, “Wait.”

“No,” I say, kissing her again, but she shoves me back.

“We can’t do this,” she says.

“Why?” I frown.

“Because it’s fucking wrong, and you know it,” she replies. “I’m drunk.”

Her lips are swollen and completely wet when she says this, but I don’t for one second believe she doesn’t want this. Her sultry eyes give her away.

“Do I look like a man who cares?” I growl, and I plant my lips back on hers, not giving a shit what she or anyone else thinks of it.

She may be fucking delirious from the alcohol, but I don’t fucking care. She tempted me, seduced me like the little vixen she is, and now she’ll pay the price.

“You want this, Charlotte … admit it,” I murmur between kisses, and my tongue dips out to lick the roof of her mouth. I can’t stop kissing her; her lips are driving me nuts. She’s everything I ever imagined, everything I ever wanted, and I’m not letting her out of this room until I’ve had my way with her.

My lips are everywhere; on her lips, her chin, her neck, her collarbones, and even the top of her breasts. After one brief second to breathe, she whispers, “I hate you.”

“Hate me, love me, I don’t care … but I will have you,” I growl back, and I tear her dress, ripping apart the strings tied behind her neck. She yelps, but I cover her mouth with mine before she alerts the staff.

“Shhh …” I murmur, narrowing my eyes. “Keep quiet or else …”

“Or else what?” she mutters, her eyes widening.

“I’ll tie you up and put a ball gag in your mouth.”

“Oh, my God,” she mutters.

I push her back down onto the desk, and say, “Now spread your legs like you did before.”

With a face as cold as ice, she does what I ask, just like before, but this time, she kicks off her shoes too.

A smile spreads on my lips. “Expecting something?”

“You and I both know I won’t get out of here before you’ve had your fix,” she muses.

Touché. How does she know me so well? I’ve barely shown myself to her, yet she can read me like a book. Such a fucking smartass. That might come back to bite me in the ass later.

But first, I wanna fucking bite hers.





Chapter 24





Charlotte



“Good thinking,” Easton says with a dark, seductive voice. “Now turn around.”

I frown. “Why?”

He takes off his belt, pulling it through the loops with care before snapping it on his hand. Over … and over … again. My eyes can’t stop focusing on it while his sparkle with excitement at the sight of my terror.