His addidictive sin

SEALED

Authors pov

"It was the only way."

Riana repeated the words in her head, watching her own hand sign the contract. The ink bound her to a fate with no expiration date.

It was a mountain of debt, left behind by a father whose gambling addiction had finally consumed them both. When the loan sharks couldn't find him, they targeted her. She had worked herself to the bone, day and night, desperate to avoid sinking to the level of the strip clubs.

But it seemed as if freedom only drifted further away. She had wanted to end it all multiple times, yet every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father's smug, useless smile. Anger kept her alive.

Finally, the collectors offered a monstrous compromise: sell herself to one powerful man until the debt was cleared. "Why sleep with different men when you could just belong to one?" they had reasoned.

"That will be all for today, ma'am."

The cold voice snapped Riana out of her memories.

A woman in a sharp office suit with distinct features stood across the desk. Riana turned to leave, but the woman stopped her with a raised hand.

"You start tonight, ma'am. I will show you to your quarters before the boss arrives."

"What?!" Riana snapped, panic breaking through her numb exterior. "I thought it wasn't until Monday!"

"The contract states that whenever he requires you, you must be there to satisfy him," the woman replied, her tone flat, announcing Riana's total loss of bodily autonomy as if she were reading a routine weather report.

"If there are no further arguments, right this way." The woman turned and walked off, fully expecting compliance.

Riana hesitated, on the absolute verge of giving up on everything, but her legs followed anyway. They climbed a series of stairs until the woman stopped before a heavy door, swinging it open with a silent gesture.

Riana swallowed a sigh and stepped inside. Her eyes widened. The room was massive, the size of a house, but suffocating.

Dark, thick curtains completely choked out the windows. In the center sat a massive king-sized bed. Behind her, the door clicked shut.

The faint sound sent a violent shiver down her spine. The reality of her situation settled heavily in her chest: she had just been locked in a room to sell her body to a stranger.

She walked to the bed and sat down. The bed was incredibly soft, sinking beneath her weight, but it brought no comfort. Her mind raced.

She was still a virgin.

The thought of losing something so intimate to a complete stranger made a half-hearted laugh escape her lips. She collapsed backward onto the plush duvet.

Growing up, she had dreamt about giving her first kiss and her first night to a man who would love her forever. Now, those dreams felt like a cruel, distant fantasy.

"Strip."

The deep, commanding male voice sliced through the silence.

She bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard the door open.

"Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?" the man asked, his heavy footsteps drawing closer through the shadows.

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't," Riana whispered.

She hated how small her voice sounded, despite her desperate attempt to appear brave. Standing up on trembling legs, she began to peel off her clothes, piece by piece, until she was left standing in nothing but her underwear.

"What part of 'strip' don't you understand?" he said, coming closer, closing the gap between them.

She slowly unclipped her bra, letting her full chest out, feeling shy as she covered them with her hands.

He immediately grabbed her hands. "Don't you ever try to hide from me, you understand?!" he growled.

"I wa-wasn't trying to," she stuttered.

His eyes were everywhere, roaming around her body. "You wanna know why I specifically chose you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he loomed over her.

He reached out to grab her chin with bruising strength, forcing her to lift her head back and look straight into his eyes, their faces now so close that they were only centimeters apart.

Riana was already trembling with a visible, uncontrollable nervousness she couldn't hide. His grip tightened even further on her jaw as he stared down at her with dark, possessive eyes that seemed to claim every inch of her soul.

"Get on your knees," he commanded with a cold, chilling aura, his hand moving from her jaw to her shoulder as he ruthlessly pushed her towards the floor, leaving no room for argument.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours and show me how badly you want to pay your debt," he smirked.

The embarrassment immediately cut through her, leaving her speechless.

"I will not repeat myself," he said lazily, looking over her with hooded eyes.

She immediately started fumbling with the belt to take it off and was able to pull down his trousers with his boxers. Immediately, his c**k sprang free, hitting her lightly on the face as she turned instantly red.

He fisted his hand in her hair and immediately tugged her head upward, causing a shiver straight from her head to her core, as she instinctively tightened her legs together.

"Suck it," he said.

"H-have never done this before," she said, looking down. He immediately tugged her head back up and smirked.

"Well, I am pleased to be the first to throat f**k you. Now, be a pretty little slut and suck me up real good. I don't give a f**k if it's your first time."

She looked back down at his c**k, taking his length in, which was very thick in length and huge, with precum leaking out of the red tip.

"Oh... for f**k's sake," he said as he violently slammed his c**k into her mouth, making her gag immediately, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"Use your hands, pretty girl, not your mouth." She followed his instruction, using her hand to cover up half of his c**k, as her hand couldn't even wrap around the thickness.

Using her hand as her anchor, she started sucking slowly, trying her best to please the man above her, because if she didn't, it would spell trouble.

He looked down at her with hooded eyes. She was terrible at this, but still, she was trying her best like a good little puppy, and that brought a lazy smirk to his face as he tugged her hair upward.

"Enough," he said, pushing her mouth off his c**k, as it glistened with her spit. "You're f*****g terrible at this, you know that."

"I'm s-sorry," she said, looking down. Every time she tried to be brave, she couldn't. There was something about the aura he was giving off that made her want to crawl back up.

"Get up, right now," he said, tugging her head up to meet his face, as she slowly stood up, meeting his eyes. "Get on the f*****g bed, and open up wide for me to see."

She stood frozen, her heart hammering against her chest and a slight tremble in her fingers, her eyes darting here and there to make sense of what was happening.

He slightly bent down to her lips, pecking her there as if he was trying to soothe her. "Don't worry, sugar. I might be gentle if you follow my orders. Might. But if you stand there like this, it only makes me mad. Now, get on the f*****g bed, remove that f*****g undies, and spread yourself wide open for me."

Reality snapped in her. She slowly walked towards the bed, pulling her undies slowly before sitting in the middle of the bed, giving him an utmost erotic view of her core.

"Look at you, sugar. You got all wet from sucking my c**k. So that's how slutty you are, huh?" he said with a deep groan, making her shiver as her core only became more wet.

He was slowly removing his clothes, as if he had all the time in the world.

When he was done, he approached the bed slowly but made a sudden pause, drinking in the sight of her as that only made him harder.

He had f****d a lot of girls. What was so special about this one that made his c**k twitch so much? The thought only infuriated him more as he climbed onto the bed, looming over her, noticing the tremble in he

r body.

"Relax, sugar. This is going to be a f*****g long night." He instantly closed the gap between their lips.