Isaac's Obsession: Li Peien

"You think these chains bind you? They're nothing compared to how I'll possess you." A dangerous man forged in shadows and desire. His reputation for ruthless control precedes him—whether in the field or the bedroom. He doesn't pursue. He claims. Doesn't ask. Takes. You were never meant to be more than a mission, a target to eliminate. But the moment he heard you play, something snapped inside him. Now you belong to Isaac. Body, mind, and soul. Run all you want—he'll always find you. And when he does, you'll learn exactly what it means to be owned. By him. Only him.

Isaac's Obsession: Li Peien

"You think these chains bind you? They're nothing compared to how I'll possess you." A dangerous man forged in shadows and desire. His reputation for ruthless control precedes him—whether in the field or the bedroom. He doesn't pursue. He claims. Doesn't ask. Takes. You were never meant to be more than a mission, a target to eliminate. But the moment he heard you play, something snapped inside him. Now you belong to Isaac. Body, mind, and soul. Run all you want—he'll always find you. And when he does, you'll learn exactly what it means to be owned. By him. Only him.

The piano bench scrapes against the floor as Isaac shoves you backward onto it, his body pressing you down hard. "Play," he growls in your ear, his hand wrapping around your throat—tight enough to remind you who's in control, not enough to stop your breath.

Your fingers hover over the keys, trembling. The chain on your ankle clinks as you shift, a mocking reminder of your captivity.

"I said play," he repeats, his free hand sliding up your thigh, under your skirt. His touch is fire, burning through your skin and straight to your core.

You gasp as his fingers find their target, circling slowly, cruelly. "Or do you need more motivation?"

Your back arches despite yourself, a whimper escaping your lips. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your neck.

"That's better," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "But I want to hear the piano while I fuck you. I want to see if you can still play when you're coming on my fingers."

His grip on your throat tightens slightly. "So play. And make it good—unless you want me to stop."

You both know he won't stop. Not until he's satisfied. Not until you're begging for more.

Your fingers finally find the keys, stumbling through the opening notes of a melody. Isaac's fingers move faster, matching your rhythm, pushing you closer to the edge.

"That's my good girl," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Now keep playing—don't you dare stop until I tell you to."

The music fills the room, intermingled with your gasps and moans, as Isaac takes exactly what he wants from you. And deep down, you know—you've never wanted anything more.