Chapter 4 When Love Becomes A Debt

It was late already...and Cynthia's street was left without a noise.

A drop of a pin could be heard in her room, where she was tense between choosing to let her body fail her or keeping to her decision of waiting till marriage.

Collins, her 2-year-old boyfriend, was already letting her body fail her, and she couldn't deny the fact that she, too, was craving him.

He licked and sucked her vjay, his fingers slipping inside her tight virgin walls.

"Relax for me, baby," he whispered between strokes, his tongue working magic against her wetness.

Cynthia moaned, her thighs trembling as the pleasure built inside her. She barely had time to catch her breath before Collins pulled away, pushing his pants down and stroking his hard, throbbing cock.

He knelt between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. "It's going to hurt a little, but I'll go slow," he promised, rubbing his tip against her slit, coating himself in her arousal.

Before she could protest, he pushed inside her with a deep thrust. Cynthia's eyes widened, a sharp cry escaping her lips as pain tore through her.

" Fuck baby....you're so tight," Collins groaned, holding himself still. A trickle of blood leaked down her thighs, marking her loss of innocence.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but Collins kissed her softly, whispering sweet words in her ear. "You're doing so well for me." He cooed, slowly moving inside her, stretching her inch by inch.

The pain eventually dulled, replaced by something deeper, something she couldn't quite place. Collins started moving faster, his hips slapping hard against hers, his grunts filling the room.

"God, Cyn...you feel so fucking good". He moaned, gripping her hips, pounding into her harder.

Cynthia's moan mixed with his, and the room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, wet slaps, and ragged breathing.

"Collins, it feels so painful," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

"Take it, baby," he groaned, his cock driving deep inside her, hitting places she didn't know existed. His fingers found her clit again, sending her over the edge.

Cynthia's body trembled beneath him, her walls tightened around his cock as a moan escaped her lips. "Oh...oh my God", she gasped, waves of pleasure and pain crashing over her.

Collins groaned loudly, thrusting erratically. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted, burying himself deep inside her, spilling his seed inside the condom.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. After a moment, he rolled off, pulling her into his arms.

"I love you," he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Cynthia stared at the ceiling, tears silently slipping down her cheeks. "I love you too," she whispered.

The weight of what just happened settled deep inside her chest.

She wasn't sure what hurt her the most...her body or her heart.

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Cynthia sat stiffly in the chair opposite Mike Richard, her hand clenched tightly in her lap. The air in the office was thick and her stomach churned, but she forced herself to keep her gaze steady, meeting his cold, piercing eyes.

Mike leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable but with an edge of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes circle around her, noticing every stiff movement she makes.

"So Cynthia..." he began, his voice low and smooth. "I've been thinking about your little proposal..."He tapped his fingers rhythmically around the edge of his polished desk.

"You're desperate to clear your father's debt, and I'm a man who likes mutually beneficial arrangements."

Cynthia's heart pounded painfully in her chest. The way he looked at her, made her skin crawl. And after all that happened between her and Collins last night, the thought of being lusted by any man again gave her shivers.

But she had no choice, did she? The lawyer's remark echoed into her ears. Jail...humiliation...ruin.

"I'll do whatever it takes, Mr Richard," She said, her voice above whispers. "I meant work...any position in the hotel".

He chuckled darkly, cutting her off. "Oh, I'm not talking about the hotel...sweetheart, I have a better position in mind, one that suits you perfectly".

Cynthia's stomach dropped. She knew where this was going. He will be asking her to be one of his faithful play girls...She had seen it in his eyes, the moment she walked in.

"I want you to be my wife," he said suddenly, his tone eerily casual, as if they were discussing the weather.

Her eyes snapped up to him in shock.

"W...What!??"

Mike straightened, Looking down at her with a smirk. " You heard me. A contract marriage, 2 years. You play the role of a dutiful wife and in return, I will wipe away your father's debt."

Cynthia's mind reeled. "Marriage?" The word sounded foreign on her tongue."

"Yes sweetheart...my wife, think of it as a business arrangement." He moved away, pouring himself a glass of whisky like the conversation wasn't insane.

"You want me to pretend?" She asked cautiously, her voice trembling.

Mike's eyes darkened. "Oh, Pookie...it's more than just pretending. You will be mine in every sense of the world. My name, my rules, and my bed...and when next you come, dress in something pretty, I'd hate to have a full-looking wife"

Cynthia's stomach lured. The ache in between her legs from Collins's forceful touch the night before was a painful reminder of how powerless she was when men like him took whatever they wanted.

And now sitting here in front of Mike Richard...the man whose reputation was darker than sin itself...she could see history repeating itself but on a worse scale.

"I can't..." she whispered, shaking her head and tears threatening to well up.

Mike's jaw ticked, his patience wearing off. "You can and you will. Unless, of course, you'd rather see yourself behind bars? I heard prison cells aren't nearly as comfortable as my penthouse."

This was insane! Unthinkable...a contract marriage with Mike Richard??

With a shaky breath...she picked up a pen.