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I wasn’t always cold-hearted and vindictive. She made me that way. Charlotte Davis…the most beautiful and privileged princess there is. I would kill for her to be mine. We met by chance at her father’s wedding….And then again years later. But she forgot about me. Ignored me .Enraged me.Then her father did the unforgivable, and I made it my lifelong goal to ruin him…By taking her as payment towards a debt he owed. A debt she will repay by marrying me. Until death do us part.
A Debt Owed is a dark romance from Clarissa Wild. I always love the way she writes her dark romances. This is the story of Easton and Charlotte. Charlotte’s life is about to change forever when she is offered up to Eason Van Buren in place of hear father’s debt for a loan that was not paid. What is she going to do when she finds out she has been traded and forced to marry her father’s enemy? You will have to read to find that out but this is such a well written book that will suck you in from the first page and have you reading as fast as you can. You will not want to lay this book down at all. Clarissa wild is one of my must read authors and I don’t miss anything that she writes. I hope that you guys love this book as much as I do. A Debt Owed will be one of my favorite dark romances that she has written.
One hiccup. Two hiccups. A sniff.
With my ear pressed against her door, I can hear every sound, every breath.
I can’t stop biting my lip as I listen, wondering what she’s doing right now. Something muffles her cries, a pillow perhaps. I imagine her hugging it tight as she curls up on my guest bed … her bed. In her room. The room I gave her as a prison to stay in.
I shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t stay away either. Wherever she is, I’ve always wanted to follow. It’s what drove me to her in the first place, what made me take her away from her father.
She’s right. I’m a cruel monster who only cares about his own desires. But a part of me, somewhere deep inside, wishes for something else too. Something … better. Something real.
But we can’t have that. We never could and never will.
Not when she’s my hostage, someone I keep in a soft and velvety cage for my selfish needs.
My hand lingers on the wood, nails digging in as my heart sinks into my shoes. I’m fighting the urge to unlock the door and go inside.
I have no place in her room. Not after taunting her to the brink of despair. Did I go too far? The knife and fork were only a game—a way to toy with her emotions—but the sight of her obeying me filled me with such power that it consumed me and made me lash out. I wanted her to eat that cake until she was full and then sink to her knees and take my cock as a second dessert.
But that was a filthy dream of mine. Nothing more.
I should’ve known my fantasies would interfere with my ability to reason. I couldn’t keep my cool and made her face the rage inside me. Of course, she’s upset.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh. I don’t want to be this mean. I want to make her happy.
But I want her to suffer too, and those wishes clash like hell. I want her to know what it did to me when she chose to deny me and chose her goddamn father over me. That fucking arrogant son of a bitch who didn’t even love her … who ruined her for me.
Who worked my father to death … literally.
Taking in a deep breath, I lean away from the door and stare at it for a few seconds. Then I turn around and walk away. But there will come a time when I won’t be able to keep that door locked. When I won’t stop myself from touching her … from kissing her. And that day will be here sooner than she thinks.
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