Forbidden Bargain

Chapter 1: The Deal in the Office

Justin slouched into the guidance counselor’s office, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that made his stomach churn. He’d been called in about his younger brother, Liam, who’d apparently decked some bully in the hallway. Not that Justin blamed him—hell, he’d wanted to do it himself for weeks. But now, here he was, facing the consequences on Liam’s behalf. The room smelled of old coffee and stale cologne, and the man behind the desk, Arcielo, looked up with a smirk that sent a shiver down Justin’s spine.

Arcielo was in his late thirties, with sharp cheekbones and dark, piercing eyes that seemed to strip Justin bare in a single glance. His tailored shirt clung to a lean, muscled frame, and the way he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, screamed control. Justin hated how his pulse quickened under that gaze.

'So, Justin,' Arcielo began, his voice smooth as silk but edged with something dangerous, 'your brother’s in quite the mess. Assault on school grounds. Could mean suspension—or worse.'

Justin crossed his arms, jaw tight. 'Liam was defending himself. That punk’s been on his case for months. You gonna punish him for standing up?'

Arcielo’s smirk widened, and he stood, circling the desk with a predator’s grace. He stopped just inches from Justin, close enough that the heat of his body was palpable. 'I could look the other way,' he said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. 'But I’d need… something in return.'

Justin’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring. 'What the hell are you talking about?'

Arcielo chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Justin’s skin prickle. 'Don’t play dumb, kid. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the halls. Hungry. Curious. I’m offering a deal—your brother walks free, and you… entertain me. Right here. Right now.'

Justin’s breath hitched, a mix of anger and something darker swirling in his chest. He should’ve punched the guy, walked out, reported him. But the thought of Liam getting kicked out, of their mom’s disappointed face, held him in place. And, damn it, there was a part of him—buried deep—that was intrigued. Arcielo was hot, no denying it, and the forbidden edge of this made his blood rush in ways he didn’t want to admit.

'You’re a sick bastard,' Justin spat, but his voice lacked conviction. 'You think I’m just gonna bend over for you?'

Arcielo’s eyes gleamed, and he stepped closer, his breath warm against Justin’s ear. 'Oh, I don’t want you to bend over, Justin. I want you to take control. Show me what you’ve got. Prove you’re worth the risk I’m taking.'

The challenge in his tone sparked something in Justin, a raw, primal need to dominate, to wipe that smug look off Arcielo’s face. He grabbed the counselor by the collar, shoving him back against the desk with a thud. 'Fine,' he growled, his voice rough with a mix of rage and desire. 'But this is on my terms. You don’t call the shots.'

Arcielo’s grin was feral, his hands gripping Justin’s wrists but not pushing away. 'That’s the spirit. Let’s see if you can handle me.'

Their lips crashed together in a bruising kiss, all teeth and heat, a battle for dominance neither was willing to lose. Justin’s hands roamed, yanking at Arcielo’s shirt, buttons popping as he exposed the man’s toned chest. Arcielo groaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into Justin’s hips, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed tight, the friction electric.

'You’re a cocky little shit,' Arcielo panted as they broke apart, his voice dripping with challenge. 'Think you can keep up?'

'Shut up,' Justin snapped, shoving him harder against the desk. He dipped his head, lips finding Arcielo’s collarbone, then lower, until he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. Arcielo hissed, his head tipping back, hands threading through Justin’s hair with a grip that stung.

'Fuck, that’s it,' Arcielo rasped, his voice thick with lust. 'Harder.'

Justin obliged, biting down just enough to make the man shudder, his own body responding to the sounds Arcielo made. He could feel himself getting hard, the tension coiling tight in his core, but he wasn’t about to let this bastard take the lead. Not yet. The power struggle, the raw edge of this forbidden act, fueled him. He was going to make Arcielo beg before this was over.

And as the heat built, as their bodies pressed closer, Justin knew this was only the beginning of a dangerous game—one he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop playing.