A Debt Repaid (1)

by N. Isabelle Blanco

  Shit!

  Chase shook his head. First time he had her—her first time with a man that wasn’t her husband, if his assumptions were correct—and he’d fucked her like an inconsiderate animal, right in his foyer.

  The elevator remained open behind him, beeping incessantly. A reminder that he’d never sent it back down.

  The mirror behind her was cracked in several places.

  Son of a bitch. He’d slammed her into that mirror. Repeatedly!

  Chase cupped the back of her head and lifted her gingerly. Carefully, he moved her all the way to the edge of the table, away from the mirror. “Are you okay, baby?”

  Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Uh…huh?”

  Damn it. He had to get his heart beat back to normal. It was racing so hard he could barely focus. “Are you okay?” he repeated, rubbing the back of her head. Chase couldn’t feel any wounds, or bumps, but fuck, she had to speak to him. “Aria.”

  “Chase?” Her hands rose, fingers wrapping around his wrists. “Are you okay?”

  “Aria, I slammed you into the mirror and broke it. Now tell me: are you dizzy? Does anything hurt?”

  Aria blinked. Her eyes moved from him as her head turned slowly. They widened when she saw the cracked mirror behind her. “Oh. We did.” Licking her lips nervously, she faced him again. “I’m fine.”

  He continued to rub her head and study her, trying to make sure.

  Her lips parted in a shy smile. “Chase. I’m not hurt. I swear.”

  He eased up a bit, even though he wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure?”

  Aria giggled, then quickly pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Chase. I’m fine, really.”

  Nodding, he stood to his full height. The shock of feeling himself slip out of her warm body reminded him of everything they’d just done.

  Both their heads dropped down to stare at where they’d been joined.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…rushed it out here.”

  Aria’s eyes were bouncing between her pussy and his dick. “It’s fine. I told you. I—”

  He cut her off, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the table. She didn’t protest, but he saw the shock in her eyes. Aria tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Wait, was she blushing? After what they’d just done?

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. The glare she aimed at him made him want to take a step back. He couldn’t, as she was still in his arms.

  “You ask me that one more time and I…I…I think I’ll hit you.”

  His lips broke out into a smile, and before he could stop it, he laughed. Damn, it felt good to smile. Felt good when she made him do it.

  He lifted her higher and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Chase? Where are we going?” Aria asked as he began walking out of the foyer.

  “I’m taking you to my bed, Aria.”

  Chase waited, half-expecting that she would want to leave. He stopped at the entrance to his living room, tense, waiting—annoyed by how much the thought of her leaving scared him.

  Eventually, Aria tightened her arms around his neck and nodded. “Okay.”

  He didn’t waste another second. Actually, he took off down the hall leading to his room, running so fast he almost tripped into the wall.

  Aria’s giggles followed them into his room.

  ARIA FELT SO WARM. Humming, she burrowed deeper under the covers, a smile stretching across her face. Everything around her seemed perfect.

  Something tickled the back of her neck, sending a shiver through her. Aria whimpered, swatting at the air and trying to get the sensation to cease.

  A masculine voice hummed at her ear and made another shiver race across her skin.

  The wet sensation of a mouth on her neck made her gasp; his tongue slid slowly upwards, sending her nerves into full awareness.

  She grumbled and sighed at once, even as her head tilted of its own accord to offer more of her neck to his mouth.

  A moan broke out of her when his tongue tickled her ear.

  "So delicious," Chase groaned against her ear.

  His hand came around her then, tickling her stomach and making it quiver. It slid lower, his finger circling her belly button. She was fully awake now whether she wanted to be or not, her body so eager.

  Chase’s fingers caressed her lower lips.

  "Oh, God," she groaned.

  "I know you're awake, Aria. I need you." Chase pressed his engorged dick into her ass from behind.

  "Chase." She gasped, spreading her legs to grant his fingers full access.

  They didn't disappoint, sliding between her lips, playing with the fullness of her clit.

  "Fuck, Aria. Your pussy’s so wet. I fucking love it."

  Dear Lord, the way he talked was out right dangerous. She had never been spoken to like that during sex. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on.

  "Take me, Chase," she whispered.

  "Like this, baby?" He inserted one perfect, long finger inside her.

  Her hips jerked, searching for more. "Yes." She clutched at the covers and bit her lip.

  "Fuck, yes." Chase gave her neck a gentle bite, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. He pulled the covers away. She whimpered at the loss of his finger—it broke off into a moan when he pressed his hard cock against her ass.

  "You want me?" Chase asked, his hips moving restlessly.

  She nodded her head, unable to speak because of the amount of need tightening her lower stomach. He rocked into her, his hard dick sliding in between her cheeks, pressing closer to where she needed him the most.

  "Chase, please." How many times had she begged him since last night? Don’t care. She rocked her hips back until his cock slid right against her pussy.

  They both moaned.

  "Say you want me," he said, lips on her neck, his tongue setting her further aflame.

  How many fucking times had he forced her to confess so far? "You know I do. I do. I want you Chase. Now."

  "Yes." He groaned, grabbing onto her hips and positioned himself. Without any further warning, he slammed into her, causing her to arch and cry out.

  Chase stretched her. She moaned, hips rotating. He pulsed deep within her. So deep.

  "Oh, God, Aria. I'll never get tired of how good this is." He rocked into her and set a slow rhythm that made her toes curl and her being ache.

  It surprised her—shocked her—how badly she wanted to tell him that she understood. That she would never get tired of it, either. That she would always want more.

  No, Aria. Don’t you dare. Fear slammed into her, mixing with the lust and pleasure rocking through her body.

  God. What was wrong with her? What was he doing to her?

  Chase groaned behind her, that beautiful sound slamming into her brain just as hard as his dick pistoned into her.

  Faster. He took her faster, harder. She sobbed in pleasure, from the pain...the fear.

  He wasn't just taking her body. His reach went much deeper.

  And Aria couldn't stop it. Her very soul ached with the yearning. It wanted to be his. To belong to him.

  She spread her legs more, opening herself to his invasion. Her skin tightened, her nipples even more so and everywhere the goose bumps reigned; evidence to the fact that he was possessing every cell and commanding it like the perfect puppeteer.

  "Aria, so good. I love the way your pussy feels," Chase moaned into her ear, reaching up to pinch her nipple.

  She threw her head back and looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. Blue-gray eyes full of fire and a furrowed brow came into her line of vision—a full mouth slightly open as he panted and pounded into her.

  Fuck. He was beautiful. And inside her, giving her his body right then. "Kiss me," she whispered, eyes locked on his mouth.

  He hissed then leaned down and took her mouth, his tongue sliding in and condemning her to an eternity of need.<
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  Help her, God, it was true. No man had ever fucked her this way. She didn't need to be an expert at sex to know that Chase Blaine was just too damned good at it.

  "Please." Her pussy tightened around him, growing wetter.

  "Please, what? Fuck." His hand moved down and found her clit.

  Aria choked on a scream.

  "Tell me, baby. I'll give you anything."

  That was honestly the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. "You." She was too lost in the pleasure, too lost to know what she was begging for. "You. I fucking want you, Chase."

  "You have me. Fuck, Aria, you don’t fucking get it. You have me." Chase sounded incoherent, lost in his pleasure as well.

  Lost to her body as he pounded into her. Addicting. Aria’s mouth fell open as stars began flashing before her eyes.

  "You have me." He pumped his dick hard into her. "I'm fucking yours." His thrusts sped up until everything bounced from the force of each one.

  "Chase!" Her clit throbbed under his fingers as her orgasms started trembling through it. His words set her heart on fire in a way that brought fucking tears to her eyes.

  "You have me. I'm yours. Aria, say you're mine. Say it." His demands were harsh in her ear.

  "Fuck...fuck...Chase, please!"

  "Say it!" He thrust into her even harder.

  The air became stuck in her throat, her eyes widening as her body locked up. Rush after rush of relief—of pain—shot through Aria, taking everything that belonged to her away from her.

  Leaving only him.

  "I'm yours. Chase, yours." She felt just as incoherent as him as her pussy throbbed around his length.

  Chase cried out, grabbing her chin and tilting her head back to devour her mouth. He hardened even more inside her, seizing up right before coming, all throbs, pulses, and God damned pounding.

  His orgasm fueled her own and she could do nothing more than whimper into his mouth as they came together, their tongues sliding against each other between their open mouths.

  He continued to kiss her afterward, his mouth turning slow and gentle. Aria let him, giving herself over to his hold, too lost in the lingering euphoria to fight him.

  When they finally pulled apart, he gave her lips several small pecks, almost as if he was reluctant to pull away. He turned her onto her back and pulled her into his arms.

  Her heart stuttered at how he held her.

  Chase caressed her cheek, staring down at her with those eyes. She stared back, confused as to how this whole thing had come about. She knew the events that had led to her being there but she had no clue how it had ended up happening.

  The sound of Chase’s cell phone vibrating on the nightstand broke the moment. He turned his head away from her and stared at the phone.

  Aria stared at his profile, her lungs getting tight.

  No. No, this can’t be happening.

  She watched as he reached out for his phone and stared at the screen.

  “I have to take this. It’s my brother.”

  Thank you, God. Thank you. The weight of him on her made it harder to keep herself steady. His mere presence became too much all of a sudden. She needed time away from him. Time to pull herself out of his void and reacquaint herself with reality.

  Chase shifted off her and stood. She tried her hardest not to stare at his naked body as he stood to his full height in front of the bed. It was almost impossible not to get sucked into the visual he made. Obviously, he took very good care of himself.

  Ripping that shirt off him last night, seeing his powerful chest flexing as he thrust into her—Aria, stop.

  Chase threw one last look at her over her shoulder. Please, please, for once Aria, hide what you’re feeling. Sheer effort kept her facial muscles steady. He stared at her for a second longer than necessary, while the whole time Aria had to pep talk herself into faking some calm.

  Not bothering to cover up, Chase put the phone to his ear and walked out of the bedroom.

  One. Two… Aria kicked off the covers and shot out of the bed. Panic was fully engaged. Her clothes. She needed her clothes. There! She hooked her toe under her dress and kicked it up into the air. She caught it with one hand and spun around, trying to find her underwear.

  He’d taken it off her there in his room. She remembered that. Come on. Come on. Her eyes caught a glimpse of purple near the nightstand. Aria shot across her room. Yes! Her thong. Even her legs were shaking as she wiggled her way into it. She’d slid her dress halfway up her body when she realized she didn’t have her bra.

  It remained in the foyer, along with her jacket.

  And her purse.

  She couldn’t face Chase again. Her insides were too raw. What have I done? Having sex with him was one thing. What they had done, however—

  No. Get home first. Then analyze. Or breakdown rather.

  Scooping up her heels, Aria tip-toed to the door and peaked out into the hall. Chase was nowhere in sight. Slowly, she pushed open the door and slithered out of the room.

  Jesus. She was sneaking out. This put “Walk of Shame” on a new level. The Run of Shame.

  It wasn’t supposed to have been like that. He’d been on a whole other level then what she’d expected. And he seemed determined to…to own her in some deep, almost primal way that she didn’t fully understand.

  Not supposed to have ended like this. But it had, and no matter how much she repeated it to herself, it wouldn’t change.

  Aria was grateful when she made it to the foyer without bumping into Chase. Everything was right where she’d thrown it—her coat on the floor next to the table, her bra a few feet across from it, and her purse by the elevator. The position of all three items, how haphazardly they’d been thrown, made her pause.

  Brutal, detailed flashbacks. And this was only the beginning. They were going to get worse after the next few days. She knew it.

  Heart pounding, Aria placed her shoes on the floor and put her bra back on, eyes darting around the whole time. Once the top of her dress covered her breasts again, she bent down and snatched her coat off the floor.

  She straightened, eyes locking on the broken mirror.

  Aria’s reflection stared back from within a sea of cracked glass. Her hair was a huge mess around her head. There was still make-up smudged around her eyes. Anyone that stared at her mouth would be able to tell; it’d been well-used last night. Over and over.

  Aria didn’t recognize the warped girl whose reflection spread across the broken pieces of the mirror. And she knew the mirror wasn’t to blame for that lack of recognition. It was all her.

  THE THINGS I SAID TO HIM. Aria shook her head. The things he’d made her confess. He’d pushed her to another level of…of…Sensuality? Carnality? Or a whole new level of sex, plain and simple.

  Of course she’d known sex like that existed. But after not having it herself for so long, she’d never expected it to happen to her.

  Okay, confusion was normal. She’d been blind-sided.

  But she needed to be alone. If Chase caught her before she left, there would be no thinking for her. No making sense of everything. He’d swoop her right back onto his ride, overwhelming her senses until all she cared about was having more.

  When did it stop? What had happened between them in had been too intense. If she didn’t put a halt to it now, when would it end? Not ever. You’ll end up stuck. Addicted.

  You already are.

  Something rolled inside her. Her throat heaved and she swallowed back the almost expulsion, surprised when tears spring into her eyes.

  What the hell?

  Adrenaline unleashed itself in the back of her brain again. It spread, taking over every internal function in her body. Her forehead broke out in a sweat; she shivered, a sudden bombardment of coldness invading her body. Her hands curled into fists.

  No. God help her, no. She felt sick. So very fucking afraid. She needed to get the hell out of there. Yes, before he came out and found her. Fucking now. Because that's what she was af
raid of. Seeing him again. She couldn't see him before she left. Couldn't see that face...those eyes...

  On weak limbs, she spun, picked up her heels, and ran toward the elevator. It’d been open all night, beeping the whole time. No one had sent it down, and surprisingly, no one from the front desk had called up to ask why.

  Barefoot—she couldn’t put her shoes on and walk with them without him hearing—, Aria stopped in front of the elevator and picked her purse off the floor.

  She rushed inside the elevator. Shaking, she pressed the button for the lobby and put her heels on. Her legs seemed jellified. She throbbed between her thighs.

  How many times had they slept together? Three?

  It hadn’t even occurred to her to have him wear a condom. She didn’t even remember if her birth control was up to date.

  Her stomach heaved again. Aria slapped a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. No, don’t think about it. Get home first, then shift through this shit. When the world spun once in front of her eyes, Aria braced herself against the wall.

  Breathe. You got yourself in this mess. Be woman enough to deal with the consequences. Why, God, why had she decided on something so stupid? Nothing had turned out as she’d expected last night, but that didn’t make her any less guilty.

  She’d decided to fuck Chase. He’d warn her she might regret it.

  He hadn’t warned her it would be that way between them. The echo of her own voice telling him she belonged to him made her groan. Why did she say that to him?

  Maybe because it’s true?

  Ah, fuck. I’m going to throw up.

  She wanted to beat the questions out of her head, but they wouldn’t stop. What the hell have I done to myself?

  The elevator door slid open in the lobby. Just like the day she’d been at his office, she avoided eye contact with anyone. She took off as fast as her ridiculous heels would let her go. The world blurred before her as she rushed out into the street.

  Cab. Please Lord, just this once, let me catch one.

  At the curb, she raised her hand and waved it frantically, trying to catch the eye of the one cabs heading her way.

  She stared in disbelief as one pulled up to the curb next to her.