The silence in her office was deafening.

The only sound was the rapid, shallow rise and fall of Isabella's chest as she stared at Evan - the boy who should have been her student, but now stood before her like a predator claiming his prey.

The door was locked.

The blinds were closed.

And her whole body was already betraying her.

"You locked the door for me, Ms. Winchester."

Evan's voice dripped with sin, his smirk dangerous as he stalked towards her - slow, deliberate.

Her mouth was dry. "Evan, we can't - "

"We already did."

His eyes darkened.

"And you're about to let me do it again."

Her breath caught.

He was right.

Her thighs were already clenching beneath her skirt.

Her pulse was hammering against her throat.

And she was still wet from the night before - still aching from how he'd used her mouth like it belonged to him.

"Turn around," he murmured.

She was freezed

"W-what?"

"Turn around."

His voice was sharp - unforgiving.

"Bend over the desk."

Her breath broke.

"Evan, we can't - "

"Don't make me tell you twice, Ms. Winchester."

He stepped in closer - heat radiating off his body.

"I will bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you'll forget you ever told me no."

Her knees buckled.

"This isn't right - "

"And you love it."

His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Admit it."

Tears burned in her eyes - not from sadness, but from the unbearable ache between her legs.

"You like being my little whore, don't you?"

Her breath shattered.

"I - "

"Say it."

His grip tightened.

"Say you're my filthy little teacher slut."

Her face flamed.

Her thighs squeezed together.

Her heart was screaming to stop - but her body?

Her body was already surrendering.

"I'm... your filthy little teacher slut."

A growl rumbled in Evan's throat.

"That's my girl.

In one swift, ruthless motion, Evan spun her around and shoved her down over the desk.

Her palms slapped the wood.

Her hips hit the edge.

And she let out a broken gasp when he yanked her skirt up - exposing her bare, soaked thighs.

"No panties, huh?"

She choked on her breath.

"I - I didn't mean to - "

"Liar."

His hand came down hard - a sharp smack against her bare ass.

"Ah - !"

"You wore this little skirt on purpose."

Another smack.

"You wanted me to find you like this."

Another.

"Soaking wet in your office."

Another.

"Waiting for me to come and wreck you."

Her body jerked with each brutal slap - pain blooming into delicious, unbearable heat.

"Please - "

Her voice cracked.

"Someone could hear - "

"Let them."

Evan leaned down, his mouth grazing her ear.

"Let them hear how filthy their sweet little teacher really is."

Isabella sobbed against the desk

"You want me to stop?"

Her whole body shook.

"No."

"NO".

Evan's laugh was dark.

Cruel.

Possessive.

"Then beg for it."

Her pulse stopped.

"What?"

"Beg me to fuck you, Ms. Winchester."

His fingers dragged up her inner thigh, teasing her dripping folds.

"Beg me to make you come like a filthy little whore."

Her nails dug into the desk.

"I can't - "

"Yes, you can."

He pressed two fingers into her soaking heat without warning.

"And you will."

"Ah - fuck - !"

"Beg, Isabella."

Her whole body broke.

"Please - please, Evan - "

"Louder."

"Please fuck me!"

Her voice was cracked.

Desperate.

"Please bend me over this desk and wreck me

"Good girl."

Evan's belt clinked.

The zipper unzipped.

And Isabella knew -

The moment he sank into her, she would never come back from this.

And she didn't want to.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2...

(Where Evan absolutely destroys Isabella in her own office)