In His Debt

CHAPTER 3

Lena sagged against Roman, her body limp and trembling from the force of her climax.

But he didn’t let her rest.

Roman’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place against him.

His mouth brushed the side of her neck — not soft, but hungry, tasting the sweat and shivers on her skin.

"You thought it would end with one," he murmured against her throat.

A low, wicked chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"I’m not that merciful, little one."

Lena whimpered, trying to pull back slightly, but Roman didn’t allow it.

He pressed her down harder against the thick length of him, still trapped inside the expensive fabric of his trousers.

"You made a deal, remember?" he said, voice rough with control.

"You belong to me."

His fingers slid under the band of her skirt, dragging the fabric up her thighs in a slow, deliberate motion.

Lena’s heart pounded. She was still wearing her panties — soaked and clinging to her.

Roman’s fingers found the edge of them and tugged.

The delicate lace tore easily under his strength, the sound shocking in the silent room.

He tossed the ruined scrap aside and slid two fingers between her folds, teasing her mercilessly.

"So wet," he growled. "You’re desperate for me already."

Lena’s face burned with shame — but her hips betrayed her, grinding into his hand, seeking more.

Roman rewarded her with a low, dangerous laugh.

Without warning, he stood up, lifting her easily into his arms.

Lena gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively.

Roman carried her across the office, past the wide desk, past the rain-smeared windows, toward a door she hadn’t noticed before.

He kicked it open and stepped inside.

It was a private suite — dark walls, low lighting, a massive king-sized bed dominating the space.

It smelled like leather, whiskey, and him.

Roman tossed her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.

Lena bounced once, staring up at him, dazed.

Roman stripped his jacket off with slow, deliberate movements.

Next went his shirt, buttons popping open to reveal a body made of hard muscle and ink — black tattoos curling over his ribs, disappearing beneath his waistband.

Lena’s breath caught.

He was beautiful in a brutal, terrifying way.

A man built for power. For domination.

Roman caught her looking and smirked.

"Like what you see?" he asked, voice low and mocking.

Lena opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Roman didn’t wait for an answer.

He unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the charged silence.

Then he freed himself from his pants — thick, heavy, fully ready.

Lena’s mouth went dry.

Roman climbed onto the bed, caging her body with his.

His hand slid up her bare thigh, parting her legs with ruthless ease.

"I’m going to ruin you," he whispered against her mouth. "Mark you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to."

And then he thrust inside her — hard, filling her completely in one brutal, possessive stroke.

Lena cried out, clutching at his shoulders.

The pain blurred into pleasure almost instantly, her body stretching around him, welcoming him deeper.

Roman gave her no time to adjust.

He set a punishing pace, hips driving into her again and again, forcing her to feel every thick inch of him.

Lena moaned, lost in him, lost in the overwhelming heat building between them.

Roman’s mouth found her throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head, holding her completely helpless beneath him.

"You’re mine," he growled against her skin.

"Say it."

Lena sobbed his name, her body already spiraling toward another release.

Roman pulled back just enough to look into her eyes — demanding, relentless.

"Say it," he ordered.

"I’m yours," Lena gasped, barely able to breathe.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal kiss as she shattered again, her body convulsing around him.

Roman followed her over the edge seconds later, burying himself deep inside her with a low, savage groan.

For a long moment, they just lay there — tangled, sweating, trembling.

Roman’s hand slid up her thigh lazily, possessively, even as his breathing slowly calmed.

"You did well," he murmured against her hair.

Lena closed her eyes, letting herself fall apart quietly in his arms.

Whatever life she’d had before this moment was gone.

She was his now.

Completely.