Claimed By Four Billionaires

Chapter 2: Repaying Debt with My Body

Chapter 2: Repaying Debt with My Body

(Roxana's POV)

I clutched the pillowcase tightly, tilting my head back to endure his invasion. His lips slid from my forehead to my cheek. Each kiss was like a branding iron, leaving a trail of heat on my skin. I instinctively arched my neck, exposing it, and he lunged, sucking and biting at the soft flesh there. When he finally neared my lips, I covered them with my hand, a movement that stunned him.

"Turn off the light," I whispered.

"Scared?" he murmured, his breath hot against my palm as he pecked at my skin. My fingers twitched involuntarily. "But I want to f**k you with the lights on, I want to see how my c**k goes into your pussy."

His thumb rubbed slow circles on my c**t, my body arched just slightly under him. His other hand grabbed my wrist, raising it above my head, and he tried to force a kiss on me. I turned my head, dodging his mouth.

"Then just turn on the lamp," I blinked at him, "Please?"

I let my eyes go wide with a plea. I had to look like some fragile thing caught in his trap. It was my only weapon.

He let out a low growl of frustration, but then I heard a click. The room was plunged into shadows. Then another click, and the antique lamp on the bedside table flicked on.

He pinned me down again, kissing my lips. Wet, sucking sounds filled the air, primal and urgent. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, forcefully sucking on my tongue. His hand roamed across my back, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.

I needed to retake some semblance of control. I pushed against his chest, flipping us until I was on top, straddling his waist. Our lips parted with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a moment. He frowned, trying to sit up and pull me back down, but I shoved him flat again, planting my hands firmly on his chest.

"Let me," I said, my voice surprisingly steady, though my heart was hammering against my ribs.

He smirked, his eyes full of malice. "Oh? You know how? "

I did not speak, simply extending my tongue to lick his n****e.

He gasped and laughed, "Well, after watching your mother receive clients for so many years, you should have learned this by now."

I paused for two seconds, and I did not respond. Instead, my tongue slid down his chest, and I had to focus on the task at hand.

My submission made him chuckle softly, his chest rising and falling, "Slut, you should have spread your legs like her much earlier, that would have made your life so much easier."

I raised my head and looked at him, but my hand continued downward, untying the belt of his bathrobe, revealing his c**k. I hesitated for a moment, grasping it with my hand; it was long, thick, and hard, dark and veiny, throbbing in my grip.

His whole body jolted, the c**k throbs in my hand, "Take off your panties and sit on it, now!" he commanded, his voice raw. "Ride me, serve me well—earn that debt forgiveness with your tight little hole."

I smiled, looking at his face, contorted by lust. No, this wasn't enough.

I lightly tossed my hair, letting the fluffy curls slide down my back to my chest, and removed the bra that had been hanging there, allowing my breasts to hide among the strands of hair, barely visible yet tantalizingly present.

His breathing grew ragged, a harsh sound in the quiet room. I lifted my hips slightly, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. The fabric slid down my thighs, shame and humiliation washing over me. In the hazy lamplight, my shaved vulva was exposed to him.

I gazed down at him with innocent eyes, my hands propped on either side of his head, my breasts swaying above him.I could see it in the way the veins in his neck stood out. He was ready to explode. "Roxie," he gasped, his voice low and rough.

"Hmm?" I responded.

"Rub against it," he commanded, his arms straining as he fought the urge to flip me over. "Grind your wet p***y lips on my c**k. Show me how wet your p***y is—by sliding that slick core up and down my shaft until I say stop."

(Victor's POV)

I was at my breaking point, but I let her have this control, watching as she lifted my c**k upward. The thick head pressed against her entrance, the scorching heat of my shaft meeting her soft, wet folds. We both trembled at the contact—her p***y lips parting slightly to hug the underside of my c**k, her arousal coating me as she rocked her hips.

She started moving, her body twisting as she ground back and forth along my length. The burning friction spread through me, her slick petals dragging over every vein, the head of my c**k bumping against her c**t with each slide. Her low moans filled the room.

To me, she looked shy yet bold, her naked body riding my c**k like a temptress, her red lips bitten, cheeks flushed. My breathing quickened—I was seconds from taking over—but she pushed my chest down again and leaned in, kissing me deeply.

She placed my hand on her breasts. "Touch me," she said, guiding my fingers to knead the soft mounds. They were tender and smooth under my palm, her n*****s hardening as I rubbed and pinched them, rolling the peaks between my fingers while I kissed her back.

In that haze, my thoughts drifted back to three years ago—our first meeting. I was just a lowlife thug then, spitting out a blade of grass as I wandered by. She was fifteen, sitting under an oak tree, reciting some poem: "Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese..." At that moment, her gentle voice and the gaze she cast upon me deeply touched my heart, and from then on, she forever appeared in my dreams.

The memory stuck there, before all the mess—the humiliations, her cold stares, my triumphant return to town with power and money. Back then, I was just Victor the fighter, staring at stars after brawls, dreaming of her as my escape.

My hands kept working her breasts, squeezing and massaging, my tongue teasing her throbbing n*****s, "Roxana, stay with me from now on? Forget the past—the debts, the disdain. I'll treat you right, not like some collateral."

This time, I just wanted to teach her a lesson, to make her submit, and I had no intention of truly tormenting her.

She seemed lost in the kiss, her lips trailing from my Adam's apple back to my mouth. Her voice was low. "Okay, I'll stay with you."

Satisfaction flooding every cell, my body arching up into her grinding.Immersed in ecstasy, I didn't notice her small hand, which she used to guide mine to her breast, was tightly gripping my hair, repeatedly loosening and tightening its hold. Her other hand was already reaching for the bedside lamp.

She kissed me harder, obsessively, her p***y grinding up and down my c**k faster—her wet folds sliding over the full length, coating my shaft in her juices, the friction building to an unbearable heat. Her c**t dragged against the ridge of my head with each thrust of her hips.

I couldn't wait any longer. I reached a hand down to her p***y, and following the slippery liquid, I deeply inserted a finger into her. She groaned loudly.

"You're so f*****g wet for me." I was gasping for breath.

Her lips brushed my eyelids, and I instinctively closed my eyes. "No, I didn't." Her voice was unusually calm. Pain exploded through my skull, shattering the fantasy—I'd planned to take her from this town, fix up the house in the western district, add furniture, and plant roses on the balcony. She loved roses.

I opened my eyes in anger, and in the last moment before fainting, I saw her cold, indifferent face and icy gaze.

It turns out she did not surrender, she remained Roxana, proud even with a mother who was a w***e.