LOGINAdrian carried Lisa to her room, the door clicking shut behind them.Adrian walked straight to the mattress, gently lowering her petite frame onto the sheets, but he didn't give her a second to breathe. He immediately hovered over her, his body completely blocking out the dim light of the room as his mouth crashed back onto hers.Lisa writhed beneath him, her hands frantically gripping his shoulders, her heart hammering a wild, chaotic rhythm. She was finally getting what she wanted.Adrian’s hand slid down her torso, his touch heavy and burning through the thin singlet before his long fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her small shorts. He slid his palm flat against her stomach, moving lower until his fingers brushed against her damp panties.But just as his fingers slid past the panties and touched her wet pussy, he suddenly paused.He stopped the exact way he had paused during what she thought was just a dark, feverish wet dream weeks ago, the first time he touched her.A
Adrian turned off the tablet, setting it on the nightstand, his full attention locking onto her."I had told myself not to think of you, not to look at you, or even love you," Lisa continued, stopping just inches away from him. The scent of his skin was overwhelming, dizzying. "But then I ended up in your bed. The same bed you share with my sister. I was so freaked out. But now..." She swallowed hard, her eyes fierce. "I don't care anymore."She reached out, her trembling hand dropping onto his broad, solid shoulder."Lisa?" Adrian murmured, his voice a perfect blend of hesitant, brotherly caution."You may hate me," she said, leaning down, getting closer and closer until her trembling breath fanned across his lips. "But I just... I want to feel it. I want to feel your arms, your warmth... everything I've ever dreamed about.""But Lisa... we can't cross that line," Adrian said, his voice dropping an octave, a subtle tightness in his jaw."Why not?" she asked, her voice dropping
When Adrian finally had his fill of her lips, he pulled back slowly. His thumbs lingered on her jawline, his dark eyes wide with a masterpiece of simulated, heavy conflict."Lisa... I didn't know you felt this way about me," he murmured, his voice low, breathing heavily as if wrestling with his own conscience. "But this is wrong. I'm your sister's husband. I don't know if—""Please, don't say anything," Lisa interrupted, her voice cracking with a desperate plea. She leaned right back into his space, her eyes fiercely searching his face, completely unmoored by the sudden distance. She couldn't let him reject her now; she had already thrown her soul away. "I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm not asking you to love me, but can you at least..."She lunged forward again, catching his lips in another frantic, breathless kiss. She broke away just enough to whisper against his mouth, her fingers gripping his lapels. "Please, just hold me. Just for now. Don't blame me... I know I'm doi
The drive back to the house passed in a heavy, suffocating silence. Lisa sat pinned against the passenger door, her forehead resting against the cold glass as her frantic breathing slowly leveled out into a dull, exhausted ache. Every time her eyes drifted toward the center console, she saw his large, steady hand resting on the gear shift. The scent of his cologne hung thick in the air, a physical reminder of the breakdown she had just suffered in his arms.When the sedan finally crunched onto the gravel driveway, the house was dark. Elena's car was conspicuously missing from its usual spot.Adrian killed the engine. The sudden silence inside the vehicle was deafening. Without a word, he stepped out, and Lisa followed him like a shadow, her legs feeling entirely like lead as she crossed the threshold into the quiet foyer.But the moment the front door clicked shut behind them, the atmosphere shifted instantly.Adrian paused, his head tilting slightly as his eyes scanned the empty
Adrian pressed his hand a little firmer against her arm, his dark eyes gleefully drinking in the frantic rise and fall of her chest, waiting for the final fracture that would bring her completely to her knees."I... I... I can't," she stuttered, her voice cracking into a helpless, broken sob.Her body was trembling so violently that her breath came in short, jagged gasps. The walls of her resistance were thoroughly collapsing, piece by agonizing piece.Adrian reached out, his hand warm and steady against her flushed skin. His long fingers gently cupped her jaw, his touch firm enough to leave no room for escape as he turned her head away from the window, forcing her to look straight into his face."Trust me and lean on me, Lisa," he murmured, his dark eyes wide with a simulated, agonizing concern that felt entirely real to her.Lisa stared back at him through a thick, blurred veil of hot tears. A profound, suffocating misery wrapped around her throat, squeezing tight. It was a sic
Before Lisa could even respond, Allan turned on his heel and walked briskly toward his car. The door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and within seconds, his car was speeding out of the hotel parking lot, leaving nothing but a faint trail of exhaust behind.The sudden silence left in his wake was suffocating.Lisa stood frozen, the sweet, floral perfume Elena had sprayed on her collarbone now making her feel physically sick. Her shoulders trembled violently. She couldn't look at Adrian. She kept her eyes glued to the pavement, her heart drumming a frantic, agonizing rhythm against her ribs."In the car. Now," Adrian commanded.His voice wasn't loud, but the gravelly, unyielding tone left her with absolutely no choice. Lisa swallowed down a pathetic sob and moved like a ghost, walking over to the passenger side of his black sedan. Her fingers shook so badly she could barely pull the handle open. She slid into the leather seat, the expensive, rich scent of his car immedia
Adrian handed me the remote, setting the large, warm bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table between us. The rich, buttery scent immediately filled the space between us."You choose," he said, leaning back against the cushions and crossing his arms. "I'm not picky."I thought he said he had a mov
Lisa's POV"Tell me... is your waist sore as well?" Adrian’s voice was low, smooth, and completely steady. "I can help you with that too."A sudden, sharp spike of heat shot straight down to my stomach, and I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep from letting out a humiliating sound. My heart was ham
Adrian's POVDownstairs, the kitchen was quiet, the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air. I stood by the stove, but my mind was completely trapped in the memory of the previous night.I felt incredibly tight, a heavy, persistent ache remaining in my groin that the morning sho
Adrian began to move relentlessly, like he was punishing me, his hands acting as an unyielding guide that forced my hips to rise and fall against his hard cock over and over again.Every deep, heavy stroke felt like it was tearing right through the middle of me, a thick, burning invasion that kept







