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A Debt Owed by Clarissa Wild
Publication date: May 27th, 2019
Cover Designed by: Clarissa Wild's Booming Covers
My enemy's daughter... offered to me as payment towards a debt.
Now she'll become my wife... my pet.
I wasn't always cold-hearted and vindictive.
She made me that way.
Charlotte Davis... the most beautiful and privileged princess there is.
I'd 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.
Now she'll become my wife... my pet.
I wasn't always cold-hearted and vindictive.
She made me that way.
Charlotte Davis... the most beautiful and privileged princess there is.
I'd 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.
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I push the button to close off the front of the car to the back of the car so we can have some privacy.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing," she mutters, averting her eyes.
I frown. "You're looking at me..."
"I can't look at you now?" she scoffs.
"You can." I grab her chin and turn her head. "But not like that. Like you're hiding something or think I'm the worst man in the entire world."
"You are," she says, smirking at her own savviness.
I lick my lips at her comment. "Worse than your father, who sold you to the first bidder?"
Her nostrils flare, and she looks away, blinking heavily. I know I touched on a sore point there, but it's the truth, and she knows it. Her father couldn't care less about her, explaining why she's become such a stuck-up princess. Always trying to grab his attention and then right her wrongs when he wasn't pleased. Her whole life revolved around making her family happy.
Well, not anymore. She's mine now, and she needs to remember that.
"I'll be good to you if you let me," I murmur into her ear, and I press a kiss just below it. "If you'd just let me kiss you... fuck you... without fighting."
"No way," she hisses, but she still bites her lip as I place another kiss on her neck.
"You only say that because you think you should. Because you've been taught to act like a lady and defend against any immoral behavior. But you don't have to with me. I want you to be immoral." My hand slides up her knee between her legs to right where her soft spot lies. And she clenches her legs in response, her breath faltering. "Be sinful with me. It could be so fucking good."
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing," she mutters, averting her eyes.
I frown. "You're looking at me..."
"I can't look at you now?" she scoffs.
"You can." I grab her chin and turn her head. "But not like that. Like you're hiding something or think I'm the worst man in the entire world."
"You are," she says, smirking at her own savviness.
I lick my lips at her comment. "Worse than your father, who sold you to the first bidder?"
Her nostrils flare, and she looks away, blinking heavily. I know I touched on a sore point there, but it's the truth, and she knows it. Her father couldn't care less about her, explaining why she's become such a stuck-up princess. Always trying to grab his attention and then right her wrongs when he wasn't pleased. Her whole life revolved around making her family happy.
Well, not anymore. She's mine now, and she needs to remember that.
"I'll be good to you if you let me," I murmur into her ear, and I press a kiss just below it. "If you'd just let me kiss you... fuck you... without fighting."
"No way," she hisses, but she still bites her lip as I place another kiss on her neck.
"You only say that because you think you should. Because you've been taught to act like a lady and defend against any immoral behavior. But you don't have to with me. I want you to be immoral." My hand slides up her knee between her legs to right where her soft spot lies. And she clenches her legs in response, her breath faltering. "Be sinful with me. It could be so fucking good."
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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