Paul moved his hands further into the mattress and pressed his face closer to hers. Regina's body automatically reacted to him, not recoiling but tensing. His breaths fell on her skin and it still smelled like wine. His cologne was the same and his lips were still kissable.
"I gave you a break. There is a difference."
"A break?"
"You never paid off your debt. You still owe me."
"I do not owe you shit."
"I beg to differ." His hand moved to her jeans and he unbuttoned them. "You still owe me thirty bucks. Thirty."
"Fuck you, Paul."
He unzipped her pants and yanked them off her legs.
"I am about to fuck you."
Her thighs trembled with longing and the area between her legs grew wet. She did not know what the hell was wrong with her. She was terrified of this man and how maniacal he was, but yet, her body still yearned for him. "I am not doing anything. I do not owe you a damn thing."
