Wealth Snatcher Ability

"But you're mine, Martinez," Justin murmured against her lips, his voice dripping with seduction. "How could I punish someone as good as you?"

She nodded, breathless, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.

"My good girl," he whispered against her neck, nipping at her skin before trailing up to her ear. "Your master can't punish you, can he?"

She shook her head, her hunger matching his as her fingers tangled in his hair.

[Ding! + Lust 95!]

Justin smiled darkly, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to help me build this empire. Me and you—we're an unstoppable team—a force. No one else belongs to the place beside me but you. Do you agree?"

Soul Snatcher! Manipulator Tongue! Slithering Allure!

Adams looked at him, her eyes burning with something she couldn't name. She was experienced, confident, but under his touch and that manipulative tongue of his, she felt like she was drowning.

"I'm fully at your service," she breathed, before pulling him into another kiss.

[Ding! Adams (Martinez) 70% snatched! The Veiler can now order her to do anything, as long as it's not excessive enough to question her existence!]

This was it. This was the plan all along. Justin had bagged her, not fully, but enough. Enough to know she'd betray the others or hold her ambition in check long enough for him to make his move.

He broke the kiss, letting his lips linger on her forehead before setting her back down on the couch. He knelt in front of her, his face calm, his tone softer than it had been all day.

"Stay by my side forever, Adams. I know it's only been, what, an hour? But I can't do this without you," he whispered, his "vulnerability" slipping through for just a moment.

Adams blinked, surprised by the rawness in his voice. "Justin…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

[Ding! +75%!]

"Aw, my sweet girl~," Justin whispered, his voice a low hum that felt way too intimate, way too personal for Adam to handle right now. Her face lit up like a damn neon sign, that deep red betraying her composure.

And she hated—hated—that it worked on her. This wasn't just embarrassment; no, this was full-on meltdown. She wasn't some wide-eyed rookie, for fuck's sake. She'd been through it all—men, lies, money—but the way he said his girl? Good girl? It hit different. Like a stamp of approval she didn't even know she always wanted—a man to dominate her and take her completely!

The worst part? He wasn't just throwing words out for fun. Justin "meant" every damn syllable. When he looked at her, it wasn't some empty gaze; it was intense, raw, like he was reading every thought she didn't want to admit to herself. And the kicker? He couldn't even stay mad at her. She'd literally tried to off his aunt, and he still held back. Who does that?

For a second—a tiny, fleeting second—she thought, This has to be fake, right? Like, some big con I'm too tired to spot? But then there were those eyes. Warm but sharp, like they could cut and comfort all at once. His touch? Too soft for a manipulator. No man this young should've been able to do this to her—not her.

Adams wasn't just anyone. She was a woman who knew the game, had played it better than most. Escort gigs, flings, sugar daddies, everything. Yet somehow, here she was, caught in the web of this charming little devil. From the moment he… fucked and dominated her in bed, claimed her body, her whole world had shifted.

It wasn't fair how easily he unraveled her, like a pro undoing a tie.

And, oh, he knew it.

"I see you thinking, mi amor," Justin said, his smirk cutting through her haze. "Thinking about me. About what's mine now. You're cute like this. All blushy and shit. My little MILF…"

Little MILF?! That bastard. Her jaw tightened, and she opened her mouth to snap back, but he didn't give her the chance. He just leaned in, kissed her again like he was sealing a deal. And it hit her—he wasn't playing around. This wasn't some fling to him.

He was staking his claim, taking what was his, and making damn sure she knew it.

"You're all mine now," he murmured against her lips, his hands already working to undress her. His lips followed the trail, kissing every inch of skin he revealed like it was some religious ritual. Adam tried to stay composed, but the soft brushes of his lips, his warm breath against her skin—it was too much. Way too much.

"Fuck," she breathed, trying to keep it together.

Justin chuckled, low and dangerous. "You're gonna moan my name again, aren't you?"

She wanted to deny it, wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then his hands were on her again, pulling her closer, making her forget every reason she had to resist him. And when he finally had her completely bare, lying back on the couch, his smirk turned into something darker.

"You know," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face, "you're too beautiful for your own good. Dangerous, even. But lucky for you, I'm worse."

Justin's hands moved with that maddening patience, unhooking each clasp, unbuttoning each piece of fabric like he had all the time in the world.

First, he slid her thin jacket off her shoulders, his fingers brushing her skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine. The jacket hit the floor with a soft thud, but she barely noticed. His lips were already on her shoulder, warm and deliberate, pressing kisses down to her collarbone as his hands worked on the next layer.

He tugged at her blouse, the silk slipping through his fingers like water. "This is nice," he muttered, smirking, "but not as nice as what's underneath." He peeled the fabric back slowly, his lips following the trail, kissing the curve of her neck, then down the delicate line of her throat.

"Ohh~" Adams's breath hitched as his mouth hovered just above her chest, teasing but never rushing.

When her blouse finally joined the jacket on the floor, his attention shifted to her skirt. He didn't rush it, didn't yank it down like some fumbling teenager. No, Justin knelt in front of her, sliding his hands along her thighs as he inched the fabric higher, then lower, exposing her inch by inch.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Her skirt slipped off her hips, and he kissed the bare skin he revealed—soft, open-mouthed kisses along her thighs, her knees, her calves, like every part of her deserved worship.

"Ahh~~ Justin~" Adam couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips, couldn't stop the way her body trembled under his touch.

"See?" Justin smirked, looking up at her. "Told you I'd have you moaning my name again."

Her breath caught as his hands moved to the last barrier—her underwear. He didn't pull it off right away. Instead, he let his fingers trail along the waistband, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her hips. His lips followed, pressing hot, lingering kisses there, as if marking her, claiming her.

When he finally slipped the fabric down her legs, his kisses followed, slow and deliberate, all the way to her ankles.

"You're gonna love this, Martinez~"