Adam

"No way!" she snaps, outrage flickering across her face.

"I'll even sweeten the deal—please me, and I'll give your bag back," I say, tossing her messenger bag onto the desk in front of her.

Her eyes now resemble two enormous full moons, cheeks flushing pink. At first, I think she's too repulsed by the idea, but then I notice her glasses fog over, and she presses her thighs together, betraying her excitement.

"Just one blow job?" she asks with a raised brow. "And I get my bag back, too?

I nod.

She hesitates her reply as she thinks it over, but then slowly nods her head.

"If it means I won't have to stay here any longer than necessary," she finally says, her voice dripping with hate—but there's a hint of something else, a spark that draws me closer.

"Then it's settled," I say, reclining back into my chair.

I motion for her to come closer, and she obeys, hips swaying with each step, driving my cock insane. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants, and her eyes widen, but this time, she openly licks her lips, eager. Her gaze remains locked on my cock as I stand.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

All I know is that my body has its own plans, its own desires. It's like I'm a bystander watching as my hand slips into her pants, finding her clit. I can't believe I'm doing this, but I really can't believe how right it feels.

As I expected, she's just as fucking hard as I am. She wants this as badly as I do. Never breaking our gaze, she releases a small moan—causing the wet spot on my pants to spread—before putting her hand over my arm.

Fuck, what is this power she has over me?

"I thought this was for you," she says, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes, but if it's to replace a year's labor, it must be enjoyable in more ways than one way for me," I reply, withdrawing my hand of her pants and unzipping them. She wriggles out of them without any instruction from me. I stare at her, left only in her flannel shirt, barely covering a thong that barely hides her tight, round ass.

My cock strains against my pants, eager for what's about to happen.

She looks so fucking innocent. I lick my lips and grab her ass, pulling her tight against me until my cock is pressed hard against her. I want her to feel what she's done to me. She smiles, just for a second, before pretending not to care again. Her act only fuels my excitement, and before I realize it, I'm tearing her shirt open, her perky breasts spilling out.

No bra. Was she hoping for this to happen?

My focus doesn't waver from her hardening tits. Unable to resist, I latch onto her nipple, licking and tugging it with my teeth. She groans, grinding against my cock, and I groan back over her tit, feeling myself leak for her even more. She's driving me crazy, and she's hardly touched me.

I pull away from her tit as she pants, and I know she's just as hungry for this as I am. I unbuckle my belt, my fingers fumbling as I unzip my pants. How can one woman hold so much power over my cock, over me? I grab her hair, pulling her down to her knees as I drop into my chair, freeing my throbbing cock. Her eyes widen, but a small, ravenous smile curls her lips. She leans in, mouth open, but I tug her hair back, forcing her to look up at me.

"I know it's good at being insolent, but let's see what else that smart, little mouth of yours is good at," I say, rubbing my cock against her flushed cheek, smearing pre-cum on her skin.

She pants harder, straining to lick me as I bring it close to her mouth. She's fucking starving for me. I tease her a bit, keeping it just out of reach until I can't take it any longer.

As soon as I loosen my hold on her hair, she eagerly takes the head into her mouth, and a rush of pleasure mixed with pain shoots through me—the sweetest kind of pain I never knew I craved. I lean back as her tight mouth slides over my cock. I pull her hair back a little, and she looks up at me, impatient.

"Put that sassy tongue to good use as you suck," I order, and she gives a small nod.

I grab her head with both hands, guiding her up and down my length. Her eagerness outweighs her experience. Her pace varies, even with my guidance, as she tries to take more of me in. She's clearly untrained, which only makes her seem more fucking innocent, more tempting. I pull her off me for a moment, staring at her wet, flushed face.

"Is this your first time having a man in your filthy mouth?" I ask. Her face flushes a deep red, and she looks away. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her focus back to me. "I asked you a question."

She sheepishly nods, and my cock twitches at the thought of being the first to ever fuck her mouth hole. I throw my head back with pleasure. I sensed her innocence, but now I know for sure. Who knows what other unclaimed treasures lay inside her.

She'll only be mine for the next five years.

The thought of learning what other parts of her body have yet to be claimed by another man drives me wild.

It's only been a day, and I rediscovered places inside myself I thought were locked away forever. I'm going to enjoy discovering what else she unlocks for me and vice versa. I look down to smile, but my expression hardens when I see her hand inside her panties.

"I thought we agreed this is about me being pleasured," I say, moving my hand from her hair to her breast. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, twisting it hard. She arches her back, moaning. "You can pleasure yourself after your debt's repaid. Understand?"

I twist harder, not stopping until she pulls her hand away from herself, whimpering as she nods.

"Good girl," I murmur, letting go of her nipple and guiding her mouth back onto my cock by her hair. "Let's try this again. Follow my rhythm. Relax and accept me inside you."

I move her up and down again, and this time she relaxes as instructed, allowing all of me into the back of her throat. Her grip tightens, letting me know she's only concentrating on me, her tongue flicking as far down as it can reach. I groan—it feels fucking incredible. With a bit more practice, I'm sure she could become a mouth fucking pro.

I watch as her hand, covered in her juices, reach for my swollen balls, gently playing with them.

"That's it. That's how you repay me. Turns out you're a natural," I say, moving her up and down. "Makes me wonder what else you're naturally gifted at."

She moans around my cock as my hand travels down the small of her back and then wraps around her breast. I pull her back until only the tip stays in her mouth. She moans in frustration, realizing I'm holding her there, teasing her as she tries to take me deeper.

"Aren't you eager. Don't worry, we're not done yet," I tell her, thrusting my hips up. Her body goes rigid for a second from the unexpected action, but then she relaxes again, sucking harder as I fuck her mouth. "You're a hungry little thing, aren't you? Maybe I should send you to bed hungry more often in the future. Let your sweet, dirty, little hole feast on my cock for dinner and my balls for dessert."

She sucks even harder the dirtier I talk. As she does, I think about exploring more of her body, while her tight mouth grips my cock. I love how good she feels on it. The way she wraps so tightly around me makes every thrust feel ten times more pleasurable. I can't stop thinking about how her pussy must be as tight as her mouth, and how it will hug me as I fuck her nice and proper. Filling her with load after load of cum—all of me—that thought along causes the load I've been holding back to swell, ready to explode.

"Get ready to swallow," I growl, holding her steady as cum begins to erupt from my cock.

I love how eagerly she obeys my instructions.

That gives me so many possibilities for the future.

A grin spreads across my face as I watch her slurp up every drop, her hand stroking my cock, making sure she doesn't miss a thing. She moans as she swallows the last of it.

"That's a good girl," I murmur as she keeps sucking, draining me completely dry.

I grin down at her, watching her take the final drops. I can't believe how good that felt. I haven't felt that quenched since.... My eyes drift from her face to her torn shirt. Actually, they land on a flattened rose that must've fallen from her pocket when I tore it off her. A lump forms in my throat, and I jolt up straight, jerking her off me before she can finish. She looks confused as I hurriedly shove my cock back into my pants and stand.

"Thank you, Miss Shepherd," I say, my tone cold and distant. She turns on her knees, eyes fixed on me as I move away from the desk. I grab her clothes, tucking the rose back into the pocket, and hold them out to her. "You can leave now."

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks, clearly confused by my shift, not that I can blame her. Fuck, I hardly get it.

"No, your work was sufficient enough to repay the additional damages you accrued," I say, walking to the door and opening it. "You're free to return to your room."

"Adam—"

"Mr. Marsters!" I growl, storming toward her. I yank her up and toss her and her damn bag into the hallway, half-naked. Her wide eyes tell me she's both scared and confused. I straighten my vest, forcing myself not to stare into those goddamn enchanting, sapphire-blue doe eyes. I take a deep breath, hardening my expression as I shove her clothes into her arms. "Remember that."

I slam the door in her face and return to my desk. I glance at the monitor, watching her stare at the door for what feels like forever before she breaks down in tears and runs down the halls to her room. I pound my fist against the desk, roaring in frustration.

As I watch her retreat on the monitor, a strange, unexpected emptiness creeps in. It's as if the power I've exercised over her has come at a cost, one that I'm entirely sure I'm unwilling to pay. I slam my fist down again, anger boiling over inside me.

Why did that damn thing bother me so much?

The image of that flattened rose lingers in my mind, but I can't let myself dwell on it. I have to maintain control, not just over her, but over myself as well. And that means burying this strange unease before it can take root. I have to remind myself that this woman's nothing more than a means to an end—a way to exact my revenge on her family and protect what's mine from future would-be thieves.

With a heavy sigh, I sink back into my chair, my eyes inevitably falling on the shattered teacup still sitting on my desk. I gather the pieces in my hand, the sharp edges biting into my skin—a reminder of everything that's been broken. But it's not just the cup that's shattered. Something inside me feels fractured, too.

Sitting here, staring at the fragments, I can't shake the feeling that I'm on the verge of destroying something far more precious than a simple piece of porcelain.

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading Chapter 12. I'm beyond grateful. This was an intense, dark, and emotionally charged scene for Adam as he battles with his own demons and desires. I'm deeply interested in your thoughts on this chapter—how do you feel about the complexity of Adam and Isabelle's relationship so far? I appreciate every single comment and vote, so please don't hold back! Your feedback fuels the story and helps shape it further.