Page 28 of The Debt

The last part, at least, was true. Some of his most lucrative deals were sealed on putting greens, between perfectly measured swings and casual conversation about offshore accounts.

“Thank you for sharing.” Her eyes glimmered mischievously. “Now, I can do some due diligence myself.”

“Be my guest… but do it quickly, Tatiana.” His voice dropped lower. “I specifically changed my schedule to work from Atlanta for the next three months. I’d rather we spent the time together than wasting it on incidentals.”

“Oh, we’re not going to waste any time on… incidentals,” She moved with deliberate grace, setting their glasses aside. Her fingers traced the lapels of his blazer before pushing it off his shoulders. “We are most definitely going to learn everything there is to know about each other.” The silk tie slipped through her fingers as she loosened it. “How are you about not being the sexual Dominant all the time, for example?”

Memories ambushed him of Lisbet’s gentle touch, moonlit dances, and tender kisses that held no darkness. He had been a different man then. The dominance had come later, born from pain and rage. It seeped into every aspect of his life until it became as natural as breathing. He forced the memory back and smiled at Tatiana.

“Oh, I believe I could rein it in with proper enticement,” he finally said as he shrugged off his shirt. The zipper of his pants echoed in the quiet room. “For example, I have no problem if you want to be on top, love.”

“Believe me, I intend to.” Her smile held promises of sin. “But only if I may use your tie to bind your wrists.”

“Hmm… role play? Or are we talking about a complete swap in power play?”

She held his gaze as she reached for her zipper. The dress whispered down her body, pooling at her feet like ocean waves. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate. Each one was designed to draw his attention. The lace of her panties followed, and then she was straddling him—bare skin against his chest. Her kisses were light, teasing, but he felt each one like a brand.

He caught her wandering hand. “This isn’t the club, Tatiana, nor is it a play scene. If we go down this path, and since you have yet to answer the question I asked at the restaurant, I need to know what your intentions are. I’m not going to waste my time on senseless sex when you only have an itch that needs scratching.”

“I already gave it to you that night at The Pearl Icon, Jarek.” Her eyes softened as vulnerability bled through her confident façade. “In case you didn’t know… I’ve never had sex at the club after a scene. You were the only Dom who ever completely unraveled me to the extent that my desires and emotions aligned. I’m not the kind of woman to have sex because I have an itch. For me, it involves more than physical attraction and need. I have to feel something…” She pressed a hand to her chest, then her temple. “In here and here.”

A shy smile transformed her face, making her appear younger and, to his surprise, even innocent. It made him wonder if she had ever been in love.

“It might be premature, but I feel it with you. My feelings drive my physical reaction to you. It has to since I’ve never experienced it before.”

Jarek cursed within as something dangerous and unplanned shifted inside him as her words settled in his mind.

“You just made me a very happy man, love.” He stared into her eyes, feeling himself drowning in a sea of emotions he hadn’t expected to awaken this soon. Revenge suddenly loomed ahead with complications he hadn’t anticipated.

“So… I’m all yours, Ms. Polov,” he said as he offered her his tie. A feeling like he was on the verge of a sacrifice he hadn’t factored into his plan washed over him.

The silk tie whispered against his skin as she looped the fabric around his wrists in a gentle restraint. Although her touch was precise, her breathing quickened as her own excitement rose.

Jarek became entranced as he watched her concentrating on the task with her tongue caught between her teeth. Her pupils dilated as her arousal grew. The bonds weren’t tight, and he could break free if he wanted, but for some reason, the voluntary surrender stirred a primal feeling within him.

“Is this okay?” she murmured as she tested the knots. Electricity surged through his nerve endings as her breasts brushed against his chest with every movement.

Jarek shifted as he felt twinges of being exposed and vulnerable. Both were feelings he had sworn never to submit to after his family’s death. Yet, with Tatiana, the surrender felt different. It wasn’t just intoxicating. It was dangerous.

“I’m sure I’ll survive,” he growled as he flexed his wrists against the restraints.

Her fingertips trailed down his bound arms to his shoulders. Power radiated from her now, and not the steely corporate strength she showed the world, but something deeper, emotional, and more personal.

Jarek’s carefully constructed plans blurred at the edges. He’d meant to possess her, body and soul, to use her as a weapon against her grandfather. Instead, bound beneath her, his carefully maintained control began to fracture.

The realization should have terrified him. Instead, it only heightened his arousal.

“I hope you don’t need too much foreplay, Jarek. How you manage to tap into my needs with no more than a look, I have no idea, but I’m as charged as a ten-thousand-volt battery,” she lilted as she stroked his cock, and smiled as it swelled under her expert manipulations. “Hmm, I see that you don’t.” With a shudder of excitement, she lifted her hips and, in one smooth move, embedded herself to the hilt.

“Oh, lord, that feels so good.” Tossing her hair back, her fingers curled into his chest to brace herself. Locking eyes with him, she started to move in a slow, steady rhythm that had him grinding his teeth.

“Let our journey begin, Jarek,” she whispered as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity. Each roll of her hips drew sounds from him he hadn’t made in years. But even with his bound hands, Jarek controlled her orgasms, keeping her on edge with subtle moves until she cried out with need. When she finally collapsed against his chest, they were both trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Good God, I have never climaxed so close together before,” she wheezed as the ripples of her second orgasm released its hold on her. “How you managed to control me and make me come twice when I was the one on top, I’ll never know.” With shaking fingers, she untied his wrists.

“Now, for more of that, I wouldn’t mind being tied up often,” he rasped as he wrapped his arms around her. The simple intimacy of holding her and feeling her breath against his neck, with her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, created a peace he hadn’t felt in years.

For precious minutes, he forgot everything. He forgot who she was, who he had become, and why he was there. The burden of revenge lifted from his shoulders like a heavy cloak falling away. In its place bloomed something dangerous—hope, perhaps? Or could it be the whisper of redemption?

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