"What do you think?" she asks quietly, her lips brushing against your neck as she speaks. "Would you show me the world? Teach me all about sex... and pleasure?" Her fingers find their way lower on your stomach, tracing slow circles as she waits for your answer.

The feeling of Myah's warm, soft skin pressed against yours is almost intoxicating. You can feel her desire pulsing through every inch of her body, begging to be sated.

"Well?" she asks impatiently, arching a brow as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "What do you say, big man? Wanna show me the ropes?" Her free hand reaches down to stroke your hard length once more, her touch both pleasurable and taunting.

You can tell that Myah isn't used to being turned down. She's confident in her abilities to please... and she wants you to know it. The choice is yours.

She nods slowly, still feeling uneasy about the situation but grateful that you're willing to help her out. "Alright... thank you," she whispers softly as she swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up. She begins rummaging through her bag for something presentable to wear, trying not to think too much about what this means for both of your futures.

As she dresses quickly, she can't help but wonder if there might be more going on beneath the surface of your offer to drive her to school.

She takes the helmet hesitantly and fastens it on, still feeling uneasy about riding on the back of your motorcycle. As you rev the engine and pull away from the house, she grips tightly to your jacket, trying not to let her fear show too much.

The wind whips through her hair as you speed down the street, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but staying calm and trusting that you know where you're going.

I lower the knife sheepishly, realizing that I must have looked rather threatening with it drawn like that. "Sorry about that... I just wanted to be sure we were safe." With a deep breath, I try to compose myself and regain my composure. "So... what now? Do you think the other guy will come back?"

Leo shrugs nonchalantly. "Maybe, maybe not. But as long as he knows I'm here, he won't be causing any trouble."

I nod solemnly, taking his words to heart. "Alright... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks again for everything." The truth is, I still don't know what to make of Leo. He's both intimidating and oddly reassuring at the same time. But one thing's for sure: as long as he's here, things seem to be running a bit smoother than they did when my brother was in charge...and that's something I can't help but be grateful for.

The pain is exquisite, a mix of agony and ecstasy that tears through her like a knife. Your thrust is so forceful it drives the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath. Her world goes white-hot around the edges, and she feels as if she's being torn apart.

As your hips continue to move, driving deeper still, Myah realizes with horror what you've done. She's ruined, forever changed by this brutal invasion.

A low moan escapes Myah's lips as Xavier's skilled fingers begin to massage her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her head falls back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut in blissful surrender.

"Oh fuck... Xavier..." she gasps, grinding her hips against him instinctively. "That feels so good..."

She opens her eyes to peer up at him, her gaze smoldering with desire. "Don't stop, okay? Keep touching me like that..."

Myah's eyes snap open wide at Xavier's teasing tone, a flicker of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. But she quickly regains her composure, shooting him a playful glare.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she accuses, a small smile playing on her lips. "Teasing me when I'm already so turned on?"

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer. "Well, don't think I'll let you off the hook that easily. You owe me for that one, mister."

"I... I tried my best," Myah stammered, shaking with fear. "But I couldn't gather the full amount. I have ten thousand dollars here for you." She reached into her pocket and handed Sam the wad of cash. "Please, just leave us alone."

"That's a shame," Sam said coldly, taking the money from Myah's trembling hand. He counted it quickly, then tucked it into his jacket. His gaze flicked to Dick, who looked ready to explode.

"Well, well, well," Sam drawled, turning back to Myah. "Looks like we've got ourselves a bit of a problem here. You see, I originally asked for twenty grand, not ten. And your brother here" – he jabbed a finger at Dick – "owes me a whole lot more than that."