Novels by Author_Smegsy

Adrian's POVThe rice was simmering on the stove, the quiet hiss of the pot the only sound in the kitchen besides the heavy rain lashing against the windowpane. I stood there, staring out at the grey downpour, the pink apron Elena had bought as a joke tied around my waist. It felt ridiculous on me, but she loved it, and so I also loved it.But it was the last thing on my mind at the moment. I was thinking of what happened last night. ​Why did I do that?​The question had been hammering against my skull since the first light of dawn. It was my wedding night. Even if my wife had been pulled away due to work, even if the frustration and the pent-up pressure had been clawing at me, it didn't excuse what I did. I had taken it out on Lisa. My wife's younger sister. The innocent girl I had promised to protect and treat as my own family.​I had done something horrible. Monstrous. If she remembered, she would hate me forever.​I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white. I

Waiting to feel him inside me was like a physical torture. I was silently begging for him to push in already, my body completely open and waiting for the defilement I’d experienced with him every night in my dreams.Then, after two heavy breaths against my skin, he drove his cock inside me.My eyes immediately widened as a sudden pain tore through my entire body from that one point.I was about to cry out in pain but it was cut short in my throat as his mouth slammed back down onto mine, catching the sound and swallowing it whole. It felt like being split right down the middle, a heavy, unyielding intrusion that stretched my skin past its limit. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, wetting the pillow, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't.He stayed perfectly still inside me for a long, agonizing moment, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving as he waited for my tight body to accept the sheer size of him."You're so tight," he rasped against my lips, his voice thick a

Adrian didn’t answer. But the shadow of him shifted, blocking out the faint moonlight from the window as he moved closer.I waited for the illusion to shatter. Usually, if I stared too hard, the lines of his face would blur into the dark and I’d wake up alone, left with nothing but a hollow ache. But he didn't fade. He felt incredibly heavy as he leaned down, his breathing warm and uneven against my face.When his arms slid under my back to pull me against his chest, a sharp shiver ran straight down my spine. The contact was thick, solid, and completely intoxicating. My night clothes offered no protection against the bare heat of his skin. I reached up shamelessly, my fingers locking behind his neck, pulling him down until my lips brushed his."Please," I breathed against his mouth.I didn't care about the guilt. In this dream, in this dark, Elena didn't exist. I pressed my mouth to his, expecting the phantom softness of my usual dreams, but his lips parted under mine with a rough,

The takeout was good. But I barely tasted it. I was just too occupied with trying not to be awkward, like I had done in the last few months whenever she invited him over.Elena was talking about the wedding, replaying moments the way she always did with good memories, like if she described them precisely enough, she could keep them. Adrian was listening, chin resting on his hand, watching her the way people watch things they can't believe they get to keep.I pushed rice around my plate and said "mm" at the right moments.Dinner was going well, and I could see myself fleeing to my room in about a minute or so, but then her phone buzzed.She glanced at it, and her eyes slightly narrowed. It was a flicker of something shifting behind her eyes, the kind of way she always looked when she glanced at work calls.Then, she held a finger up. "One second."She excused herself, leaving me with Adrian, but we didn't share a conversation. He simply ate his meal, and I did, but the silence was suff

Lisa's POV"And here is a toast to the couple."I stood at the head of the table, my fingers tight around the stem of my glass. All eyes were on me, but I only had eyes for Elena. She was beaming, her face flushed with a happiness so pure it made my chest ache."Sister, I am so happy for you," I said, the words tasting like poison. "You’ve finally found the perfect guy to spend the rest of your life with."Liar. The thought screamed in my head. How could I smile like this? But if I didn't, how would I ever face her again? I wanted to be happy for her—I truly did—but then my gaze drifted toward Adrian, her husband. Every time he smiled, my heart didn't just flutter; it broke.“To a long and happy life to you, Adrian and Elena,” I lifted my glass and then smiled. “Congratulations.”By the end of the speech, the tears that I had been trying to hold began to roll down. They were real so I let them fall, masking the sob in my throat as ‘tears of joy’ for the guests. But those tears weren