A Debt Repaid (1) (15 page)

He waited. For that fear. That change of mind. His heart tightened more with each second, reminding him of what she now meant to him.

Being with a woman had never been so complicated before. He was half-crazed, had been since he first kissed her. 

Chase never thought he’d see her again, and it had been driving him farther up the wall than he’d already been.

And then he'd had that nightmare last night...

He was a broken,
mentally unstable bastard, and he knew it. He didn't deserve anything from a woman like Aria, but he was still going to take it.
So be strong. For her. Be somewhat fucking
human.

He didn’t know why it had to be her. Why it had to be anyone, for that matter, but he was convinced that having her would be unlike anything he’d ever experienced. She’d made him feel again. Yes, some of it was annoying. A lot of it,
actually.

Yet, when he kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, her breathless little moans in his ear…

Fuck. He’d kill to have that again. That motherfucking euphoria.

Moving as slow as possible, he hugged her to him, not breaking their stare. “Aria.”

He loved when her lids fluttered like that.

“Chase, can I ask you something?”

Chase closed his eyes and nodded, trying to hold onto the fragile control he had over his body.

“Why did you seem…
um
, jealous?”

The tension returned with a painful snap.

Shit.
Jealousy.
Another sign he was in too deep, way too fast.

What could he tell her? That he saw her as his, no matter how much he tried to convince himself to be logical? That the idea of another man having her made him want to do things, worse things than he’d ever done before?

He’d done dark things in his life. On his way to the top, he’d run over anyone who’d gotten in his way. All to steal his father’s life away. To own the company and his family’s future, so that his father would have no say—nothing left to his name.

And he was willing to do worse than that to have her. Keep her. Even though he knew all of it was wrong.

He felt Aria tense at his continued silence and she straightened, moving away. “Forget it. I don’t know why I assume—”

Chase’s hand wrapping around shoulder silenced her. 

He was careful as he brought her back to him, so that they were face-to-face, an inch separating their bodies. He was even more careful when he placed his thumb under her chin and tilted her head up.

"I..." Chase stopped, swallowing through the fear that was tightening around his throat. He'd always been a decisive man; whatever it cost him, he would be one now.

Even though the thought of giving her more, while having so little of her, was almost inacceptable.

He'd be honest with her, up to a point of course, because he realized that...he was playing for keeps. He wasn't going to be able to have her and just let go. He knew that now. It was set in stone.  "I was jealous."

ARIA'S LIPS PARTED IN THAT
way they always did when she was confused or shocked.

Those lips.
Plump. Succulent.
He let out a low, defeated sound, and slanted his lips over hers.  Fuck. The taste of her tongue as it moved against his.

Lust shot straight to his head. It ripped all the oxygen right out of his blood and left him light-headed.

Even with his eyes closed he could see dark spots dancing in his vision. Breathing heavily, he pulled back and rubbed his lips against hers. Back and forth.

Aria whimpered and nipped at his bottom lip, making his entire body jerk.

His hands shot to her ass, cupping it. Chase groaned at the feel of it, at how the skin of her thighs teased the tips of his fingers. He yanked her into him.

Aria’s fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, her nails d
igging into his flesh.

His left hand dove into her hair, fisting the thick brown strands tight.

He had her where he wanted her. One hand held her hair; his other squeezed down on her ass. Chase hauled her into him, thrusting; seeking relief as she sucked on his tongue. His cock swelled in his slacks.

The elevator stopped. He heard it, but all that mattered was the slick sounds of their tongues as they connected.

Frantic, Chase cupped the back of Aria’s head in his entire hand. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, needing more of that sweet, wet heaven.

Aria jerked her head back as far as his hand would allow, breaking their kiss.

The frustrated sound that left him was brutal. Frightening.

“Chase.” Panting, Aria cupped his face between her soft palms, her lids heavy. Lips swollen and wet from his mouth. “The elevator,” she whispered, right before he took her lips again.

The small bell sounded every few seconds, trying to remind him that the doors couldn’t close. That the elevator wouldn’t leave until he sent it back down. It was programmed that way. Not that he gave a damn.

With one hand, he pressed Aria’s back against the wall and slid her body up higher, until she was almost forced to wrap her legs around his waist.

He moaned at the visual. Chase imagined nothing in his way; just her smooth, wet skin, meeting his hardness. Enveloping it. God, he needed her walls wrapped around his aching dick, milking him as he pumped into her.

“Shit.” Chase let go of her mouth and dove for her neck, sucking on her soft skin. Almost died when she moaned his name right next to his ear.

Drunk on her taste, he braced one hand against the wall and ground his cock into her stomach.

“Oh my God,
Chase
.”

He felt her arms wrap around his neck.

Aria lifted herself the rest of the way up, and then her legs were around him. Pulling him right into her moist heat.

His harsh curse was drowned out by her high pitched moan.

She dropped her head back against the wall, baring more of her neck to him. Chase flattened his tongue on the base of her neck and dragged it upward, licking her throbbing pulse point.

Her hips bucked; teasing him with a hint of how wet she was, bathing his dick in misery.

Chase fell on her, hips writhing.

Aria gasped out his name, her nails clawing further
into his neck as she held on, almost drawing blood.

The pleasure was searing. All-consuming. His cock had never been that hard, so close to erupting at the mere feel of her.

Chase choked back a groan, hips churning against her. He felt the pressure build at the tip of his dick.

Her heat. The tension so close to snapping. Aria’s moans in his ear.
So close.
She was going to make him come like this.
Don't care. Too good.
"Fuck. Yes, Aria, yes. Do you feel that? It's yours. All yours. "

Chase tilted his head and looked down, catching sight of Aria's thighs, her very exposed thighs. Her coat and skirt had bunched up with each grind of her sex against him, leaving him with the perfect view of—

Lace. Dark purple. Pretty. Mouth-watering.
Soaked.

He felt his civility being ripped from him, the pain slicing through the middle of his brain. Down his spine. In his cock. Inside his motherfucking chest.

Chase clutched her thighs and thrust against her, knowing he was bruising her with the force of his hold.

Aria moaned long and low, her expression
beautiful. She was about to come. So fucking sexy. Her lips were parted, her brow furrowed.

She was taking him with her. He felt every muscle tightening, the pressure growing more painful.

No.
Chase forced himself to stop. Even as his body shook and she struggled to keep writhing, her breaths panting. God, the way she moved.
Have to feel her.

“Cha
se, please.” Aria’s voice was a sultry whisper in his ear. It made his thighs twitch dangerously as he stumbled out of the elevator with her still in his arms.

He groaned, eyes locked on the large side table across his foyer. “Almost there, baby.”

Aria’s entire body tightened around him. Her arms. Her legs. What sounded like her purse landed on the floor with a thud.

This time, there was no tease. Chase felt every bit of her wetness through his slacks.

A pounding haze descended. There was a large, framed mirror hanging on the wall above the table. His entire white foyer was reflected in there. The still open elevator…him, eyes wild, holding up Aria.

His body propelled forward. Aria gasped when her ass met the table. He pulled her legs off him and spread them.

He could see her lips, swollen and pressed along the edges of her underwear.

Aria trembled, clutching at his shoulders, but she didn’t move to close her legs. No, she undulated, offering up her pussy to him.

Chase sniffed the air audibly, too lost to care. He could smell her. Aria’s scent was fucking everywhere. The smell of her made him tense.

Ache.

Need more.

A hum of approval built in the back of his throat. “The coat, Aria. Get it off.”

Aria didn’t listen. With a chocked whimper, she sat up and kissed him, taking his mouth without giving him a choice in the matter. She mewled for him as their kiss turned rough, their tongues abusing each other’s.

He’d known it'd be this way. That she’d be wild.

One of his hands grasped her smooth thigh. She pleaded for more. Her hips never stopped rubbing against his cock.

She was fire, plain and simple. The way she moved. The way she kissed him.
God
, he was being eaten from the inside out with how sexual she was.

“Aria,” he breathed, sucking her bottom lip. “Take off that coat. Let me touch you.” Chase licked at her mouth and sucked on her tongue when she offered it.

“Here?” she asked, even as she reached for the sash around her waist.

“Here.” He was already moving the hand on her thigh higher. Closer to what he needed.

She hesitated for a moment.

Chase cupped her ass, finding it bare under her dress.
Motherfuck.

With a whimper of surrender, she undid the buttons on her coat at top speed and flung it off.

It landed by his feet, but he didn’t give it a thought. His attention was all on her, leaning against that mirror, that tiny dress accentuating every curve. Her ass in his hand.

Aria shifted, those long legs parting even more.

Chase cupped her heated flesh as a reward, her pussy fitting right into his palm.

Wet. Swollen. Throbbing.

Desperate.

Their moans echoed all around his foyer.

“
Chase
.” Aria was broken. Wide-open for him. She shook everywhere. Her hips came off the table, seeking. She moved her pussy against his hand, until all he felt was the wet slide of silk along his fingers.

His dick twitched, hungry for all that heat.

Fuck him, he wanted to tongue her. Feel her pussy against his face.
Not yet.
Not this time, he couldn’t wait that long. He was dying to pump all of his cum inside her, until every bit of her was covered in him.

Chase
reached up to tug the top of her dress down. The fabric groaned, almost breaking. The purple, strapless bra she was wearing underneath was luscious. He almost wished he had more time to appreciate it.

Almost.

Chase ripped open the front clasp. Her breasts bounced free. Round. Gorgeous. Her little pink nipples so hard, he almost came at the sight of them.

“Tell me you want my cock,” he demanded, cupping her breast and pressing his hand deeper between her legs.

She hissed, making his dick leak hot against his briefs. His eyes took in every detail of how gorgeous she was, while he continued to play with her. Feeling her getting wetter. Her clit throbbed against his middle finger.

“Oh God, Chase. More.” Aria moaned, trying to move her pussy closer to his hand. Begging him to give her what she needed.

He intended to.

Hard.

“Tell me, Aria.”

“Fuck.” She groaned when Chase ran his thumb over her nipple and rubbed her swollen clit over her panties. He teased it until it was engorged and pulsating.

He wanted to suck on it. Fucking wished he could, but he was too damn close. He needed to hear her say she wanted his cock, and then he was going to give her every bit of it.

“Chase, hurry.” Aria strained to bring him closer, face flushed.

“Please, what Aria? Tell me.” He demanded. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

She didn’t answer him v
erbally; instead, she grabbed his wrist and moved his fingers underneath the thin fabric of her thong.

Her body sucked his finger right in, calling for him. So soft and snug.

Fuck, I need to get inside her.
That hum was back. He couldn’t hide how pleased he was. How excited he was as he stared down at her pussy, surrounding his finger.

His breath faltered. This woman was made to be fucked by him. Nothing would convince him otherwise. Her pussy had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Glistening lips were swollen.
Bare.
The little landing strip leading down to her clit made him want to eat her.

Aria’s head fell back against the mirror, her body arched, pressing her tit harder into his palm. Her walls fluttered, sucking on his finger.

Chase knew she was close. One slide of his finger and she’d explode, drenching his hand.

But, no. Not like that. The first time she came for him, it would be all over his cock. Then, he’d take his time. Make her come with his tongue and fingers.

Chase was aching to reach down and pull his shaft free from his pants. His hands had other plans, though. They liked the feel of her too much. It was agonizing. Aria was shaking, small pained sounds leaving her. When she tried to thrust her hips, he pushed his finger in as deep as possible and refused to move.

A frustrated groan left her and she squeezed down on his shoulders.

“Take me out, Aria.” With a groan, he pressed the heel of his hand into her trembling clit. A ripple went through her walls, making him grind down on his teeth. “Take my cock out and I’ll give it to you, Aria.”

He was undone. Ruined. A dead man
, as far as he was concerned, if he didn’t get inside of her now.

“God.” Aria reached for his belt with shaking hands. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at his length, straining against his slacks.

She wrapped her hand around his dick, right over his pants, all the while making quick work of his belt with her other hand.

Chase squeezed down on her tit, hissing air out through his teeth.

Aria moaned, pumping his dick up and down, learning him. Each time she tightened her hold on him, her walls tightened around his finger. Utter turmoil
.
He was ready to promise her anything—
anything
—in exchange for her sliding him inside her.