Page 87 of Carry Your Debt

Like I needed the reminder of the messy fucking hole I keep digging for myself. Spending a few hours in the forced proximity of our Crew’s apartment, playingHappy Teammateswas torturous enough.

I think it’s different, with them.You’redifferent.

“Careful now,” he grins down at me, blue eyes bright, “You’re already at six.”

My eyebrow quirks up in interest as I duck around him to use my room key. “Oh, really?” I drawl as I unlock the door and push inside. “Six what? Six solid hours of uninterrupted sleep? Yes,please.”

Jesus.Was my voice always that husky?

I don’t manage to take even two steps before Zeus is through the doorframe and crowding my back. One arm snakes back around my waist, slamming me back against his chest, while the other slams the door shut behind us.

When the locks slide home, he spins us, shoving my front roughly up against the back of my dorm room door. The entire structure rattles with the impact.

His chest follows, pressing me flush with the wood.

“Six stripes of this bratty fucking ass, that’s what,” he growls against my hair.

All the oxygen whooshes from my lungs.

Then his body shifts and suddenly I’m airborne.

“Zeus!” I manage to choke out—right before my hips slam into the armbar of the couch and I’m pitching forward at the waist. My hands slap down on the cushions, only just breaking the rest of my fall and saving me from a mouthful of soft suede.

Zeus answers me with a hissed curse of his own as he slides his hands under the hem of my sweater and tries to hook my leggings. “Why did you insist on wearing the world’s tightest fucking pants?” he mutters darkly. He tugs at the waistband, trying in vain to gain some sort of traction over my hips. “LikeFort fucking Knox.”

I laugh into the cushion.

Bite off more than you could chew there?

“C’mon, boss,” I snark, “When do I ever make anything easy for you?”

“Never,” comes his hissed reply. “But you’ll learn to.”

My chest empties again at the dark promise in his voice. “Andyou’ll learn to love it,” he vows, and it sends a shiver dancing along my spine.

There’s a rush of cool air across the tops of my cheeks as he finally manages to wrestle the leather pants over the peach of my ass. He peels them straight down to mid-thigh before he replaces the tight caress of the pants with twin grips of his own.

As he squeezes a handful of each cheek with those large, warm hands, he groans brokenly, “Fuck, I was right—you weren’t wearing anything underneath.”

“I hate the lines,” I breathe hoarsely. I’ve never felt more exposed.

Or turned on.

“Too bad, troublemaker, because as soon as I get you back to my place, I’m leaving some new ones with my crop,” he growls. “But looks like I’ll have to make do with my belt today.”

My intake is sharp and he pauses, taking in the quivering muscles of my thighs.

“Would you like that, darling? Can I mark up your gorgeous cheeks?”

I enthusiastically nod my assent.

“Yes or no?” Zeus asks firmly. “Out loud.”

My pulseswishesin my ears.

The only two words I want passing your lips are: ‘yes’ and ‘sir’.”

“Yes, sir?”

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