Chapter 4: The Beginning of an Addiction

The morning air was crisp, but I barely felt it. My mind was fixated on one thing, Angela.

Her office was at the end of the hallway, the blinds drawn, the door slightly open as if she had been waiting for me. I stepped inside, and before I could even say a word, she turned, locked the door, and leaned against it.

Her eyes scanned me, dark with desire, but it was when she looked down that I saw the real hunger.

My erection was already pressing against my pants, and she had seen enough to know what she was getting herself into. Her breath hitched, and for a brief moment, I could see it she was already gone.

"You're not supposed to be this tempting," she whispered, stepping closer, fingers brushing against my chest.

"Neither are you," I said, my voice low.

She smirked, but it faltered when I grabbed her waist, pressing her against the door. The heat between us was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken needs. And then, she moaned a soft, desperate sound that let me know she had already surrendered.

We didn't waste time. Clothes were pushed aside, hands explored, mouths devoured. She was eager, desperate even, as if she had been waiting for something like this her entire life.

And when I finally gave her what she wanted, her entire body trembled beneath me. Her gasps turned into screams, her nails dug into my skin, and I lost count of how many times she came.

By the time we were done, she was a mess, legs shaking, breath ragged, body still convulsing from the aftershocks. She lay on her desk, staring at the ceiling like she had just discovered a new meaning to life.

I adjusted my clothes, watching her as she finally managed to sit up.

"You're dangerous," she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know that, right?"

I shrugged. "I aim to please."

Angela licked her lips, eyes still glazed with satisfaction. Then she leaned in, whispering against my ear. "You pass this course. No matter what."

I chuckled. "That easy, huh?"

"On one condition," she said, her fingers tracing my arm. "You keep giving me this."

I could see it in her eyes she had already become a victim of my dick.

Angela was mine now.

I left her office feeling a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. My body was drained, my legs heavy as I made my way back to my room.

I needed rest.

But the moment I reached my door, a soft knock stopped me.

I turned, and there she was.

Kira.

The girl from the room opposite mine.

The one I had been watching for weeks, admiring from afar.

She stood there in a crop top and tiny shorts, her brown skin glowing under the hallway light. Her curly hair framed her face perfectly, and when she smiled, it was both innocent and unreadable at the same time.

"Hey," she said, tilting her head.

"Hey," I replied, leaning against the doorframe, trying to hide how exhausted I was.

"I saw you coming in," she said, her voice cool and measured. "You look… tired."

I smirked. "Rough morning."

She let out a small, knowing chuckle but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she studied me for a moment, her dark eyes holding something I couldn't quite read.

Then, just when I thought she was going to say something more, she simply nodded and turned away.

No invitation. No flirtation. Just a quiet, effortless exit.

I frowned, watching her walk back to her room.

Most girls would have taken their shot, played the game right then and there. But Kira?

She was different.

And now, I wanted her even more.