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" Tears roll down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, princess. You’re mine now,” Easton whispers, and he brushes them away with his thumb. He holds up my hand in the heat of the moment. “Charlotte Van Buren, my wife,” Easton says proudly, and the room claps once again. Wife. Charlotte Van Buren. Those two sentences make me realize I’m too late. It’s too late to run. Too late to hide. Too late to pretend this never happened. Because it already did, just like that. I’m married now, and my life as I knew it … is over. "
― Clarissa Wild , A Debt Owed (The Debt Duet, #1)
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" Except he immediately grabs my hair, pulls back my head, and plants his lips on mine. This time, he’s much fiercer, much more controlling. It’s as though he’s suddenly shifted personalities, and the devil has replaced his sweeter side. This is the man who I fear, the man who I loathe … the man who can consume me. For every second his lips are on mine, I lose my sense of reality and time. All I can think of is how overwhelming it feels, and my mind turns to mush. "
― Clarissa Wild , A Debt Owed (The Debt Duet, #1)
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" Have you ever been fucked in your ass, Kitten?” I ask. “No …” “Toys?” “Maybe once or twice … Okay, a few more times. But no dick.” She gulps, her body shivering as I go deep and start to thrust. “Oh God …” “Don’t fight it. Relax and take it deep …” I whisper into her ear, filling her completely. As her head tilts back to rest on my shoulder, I add another finger. A high-pitched noise escapes her mouth, so I cover it with my free hand. “Shh … don’t want anyone to hear now, do we?” She shakes her head softly, then nods, sending mixed signals. "
― Clarissa Wild , Hotel O
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" I like the view, though,” he murmurs in a low voice. Only when I look down do I remember I was wearing a light blue shirt … with no bra underneath … and my nipples are poking through right now. “Likewise …” I reply, raising a brow. “But my eyes are up here.” “Oh, I know,” he says, still not averting his eyes. He’s not even ashamed of blatantly staring, and it’s making me blush like crazy. Fuck. How do I stop this? Suddenly, he lifts his face and presses his lips onto mine, catching me by surprise. I don’t even know what’s happening right now. Only that he’s kissing me, and that it feels so, so fucking good. And that, for some reason, I’m kissing him back too. "
― Clarissa Wild , Hotel O