A Debt Repaid (1) by N. Isabelle Blanco, Nyddi Page A

this, Aria. Open your eyes so I can kiss you. Let me see if it’ll be as good between us as I think it’s going to be.”
    For some reason, knowing that she wasn’t alone in her lapse of reason made her head spin. Her heart beat as if it’d just received a fresh infusion of alcohol. No. She was more than drunk. This went beyond any sort of high. A single push of her heart was all it took for the madness to spread.
    She needed those lips. God, she needed that kiss he was about to give her and she needed it right the fuck then.
    Her eyelids fluttered open. The blue in his eyes consumed her entire vision.
    The first brush of his lips against hers was atomic. A vicious nuclear mushroom went off inside her, breaking apart everything that made her female and scattering the pieces.
    His lips were softer than she’d thought they’d be. So damn full. She wanted to bite his bottom one. Feel it ghost across one of her hardened nipples.
    Aria choked on a moan.
    Chase pulled away and let his head fall back. She watched as his powerful neck tensed up. The sound that left him was… God, that sound. She was going to let me him take her. The way her pussy contracted from the agony of wanting him left her with no other option.
    She wanted that big, beautiful man between her legs. Deep inside her, his lips on every inch of skin she offered.
    He lowered his head and the expression on his face made her lips part. An accusation. A sexy, hungry accusation combined with his almost black eyes.
    Fuck.
    She sympathized with him. Her expression was probably a perfect replica of his right then.
    You. You did this to me.
    His hands trailed down her back. They wrapped around her waist, spanning it, and all she could think about was arching and feeling every inch of him.
    Every. Inch.
    Was he hard for her?
    Chase’s stare remained focused on her mouth. His tongue trailed along his bottom lip, wetting it, right before he bit it.
    She couldn’t stop herself from whimpering and doing the same.
    “God, Aria.” He gripped her neck and held her still. Bared his teeth. His tongue peeked out to wet his lip again as he lowered his head, and she knew: this time, he was going to give it to her. All of it. Whatever it was.
    She pushed her way out of his grip, surprising them both.
    He froze, his almost wild stare following her.
    Her nerves, atoms, her damn skin, it all screeched with fury. Trembling, she reached behind her, grabbing the doorknob.
    Chase snapped out of it as soon as he realized what she was doing. “Aria.”
    “I… I can’t. Chase, I can’t. I have to go.” She flung the door open and all but stumbled out of it.
    People, everywhere. Somehow, she had to keep it together until she was out of sight. She didn’t try looking back to see if Chase tried to follow her. She just prayed like hell that he didn’t.
    The floor beneath her feet felt like it was changing, becoming unsteady. Something was leaking out of her, invisible yet tangible, and without it…
    She was never going to fucking be the same again.
    By the time Aria made it to the elevators and pushed the button, she was praying harder. She prayed for strength, and that Lori wouldn’t appear out of nowhere and see her. That Chase wouldn’t follow her. That her damned tears wouldn’t fall.
    That the freaking elevator would get there already!
    As soon as she heard the ping and the doors slid open, she shot inside. Aria didn’t turn around, not even as she pressed the button for the lobby, but she felt all the stares boring into her back. Whether she was imagining it or not, she didn’t care.
    The elevator had to descend eighty-four floors to reach street level. At any moment, someone could come on board. They’d see her and the pathetic state she was in.
    Aria didn’t care about that either. Funny how it could take all of a person’s will to keep it together sometimes. She just didn’t have any concentration left over to worry about people’s opinions. The feeling of the