Series: The Debt Duet #2
Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
On the worst day of my life I was given away by my own blood.
Sold to a handsome bad guy in exchange for my father’s debt.
Easton Van Buren claimed me and locked me up in his mansion.
That devilish man wanted more than just my body …
So I ran.
But when a rich man’s prized possession escapes…
He’ll do anything he can to get her back into his claws.
Anything he can to entice her heart to fall for him…
Book Two of The Debt Duet.
His hand circles my ass as he hums, “You know this was coming … Tell me.”
“Yes,” I murmur. How could I not? He’s Easton Van Buren, a man who loves savage debauchery and degrading sex … but only with me.
A sudden smack to my ass has me squealing, but Easton tugs on the chain and shushes me.
“Don’t make a sound … You don’t want Jill to come in and see you like this, do you?”
“No,” I reply.
He spanks me again, this time the other cheek, and I’m biting my tongue in order to stop the sounds from spilling out.
“Better, princess,” he growls, his cock pushing into my belly. “But not enough.”
Every spank flows through my body like ripples in the water. Every time his hand lands on my skin, my pussy vibrates with a need I didn’t know I had, and I want to cry out in both agony and bliss. His cock hardens and pricks me with every smack. Pleasure and pain are mixing, each smack he gives adding more sensations until I can’t separate the two anymore. And I moan out loud when the final blow lands right between my two cheeks.
My skin stings as he slides his hand all over my ass and back again, as if he’s savoring the feel.
“Hmm … Finally …”
“What?” I murmur.
“You moaned,” he groans.
I blush in response. I don’t want to … but my body does.
I’m not in control. I never was.
And when his hand circles and circles all the way down towards my pussy, my mouth practically wants to open and beg for more.
No, I can’t. I can’t give in.
“Hmmm …” he groans as his finger dives down between my slits. “I know you want me to. You’re already wet.”
I don’t want to believe it, even though I know in my heart it’s true.
“This is who you are, Charlotte. And where you belong …” He slides along my folds like it’s no big deal, but my breathing is ragged and my resolve is fading fast. “You’re a girl who loves to be fucked by dirty men like me … admit it and this’ll all be over soon …”
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