Chapter Six

Adrian’s POV

I didn’t move. Not immediately after she left.

The library door had slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing louder than it should have and yet, I could still feel her.

Her presence, Her warmth, Her hesitation.

A slow breath left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair, my chest rising and falling harder than I liked.

What the hell just happened? I'm supposed to be who I am, who everyone thinks I am. So why? What went wrong few seconds ago.

I let out a low, humorless chuckle, dragging my tongue across my lower lip.

She ran. Fuck!. Of course she did.

A nun. A fncking nun.

But that wasn’t what got to me. It wasn’t the slap, It wasn’t the resistance, it was the moment she didn’t resist. Like she's been doing this shit all her life.

For that brief… dangerous second, my jaw tightened.

“She wanted it.”

The words slipped out under my breath before I could stop them.

"She wished, she wasn't who she claimed to be" I could bet on that.

And the more I think about it, the more I was sure of it.

I pushed myself off the shelf, pacing slowly across the library.

My fingers brushed against the old books, but I barely noticed them.

The only visible thing here was her. Her sweaty face, screaming with desire. A forbidden one.

The way her eyes had looked at me.

Wide, confused. But not innocent.

Not completely, not after what just happened. Hah!.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

“Sister Elara…?” I murmured, testing her name like it meant something.

Like it belonged somewhere it shouldn’t be.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head once.

This was insane. I'm supposed to be someone entirely different. Gezz! This was a test I had planned for her before coming, but now...am falling into it with her.

And she was supposed to be what? My counselor?

The solution my mother had forced on me?

A complete joke.

Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling under my skin. Something about her…Was different.

Not like the others. Especially not like the ones in the club.

Also not like Reuben.

The thought of him made my expression harden instantly.

Right, Reuben.

My fingers curled slightly.

He walked away, Just like that.

Called it a mistake. A stupid freaking mistake.

I let out a sharp breath, grabbing the nearest book and slamming it back onto the shelf harder than necessary.

“Yeah… we’ll see about that.”

But even as the anger burned, it shifted.

Slowly, back to her her again.

To the way she had said stop.

Like she was trying to convince herself more than me.

That’s when it hit me. A quiet realization. Dangerously Exciting.

“She’s not as pure as she thinks.”

At least, not with the way she'd moaned softly.

A slow smile spread across my face and this time, it didn’t fade, yet.

By the time I got home, my mood hadn’t settled.

If anything, it had gotten worse, or better. Iwasn’t sure which.

My mother was waiting. Of course she was.

“You saw her.” She asked standing at the far end of the sitting room.

It wasn’t a question. I didn’t answer immediately.

I just walked past her, grabbing a glass and pouring myself a drink like I hadn’t just come from church grounds.

“You set me up,” I said finally, my voice calm but edged.

She didn’t deny it. She had asked me to meet up with Elara and the priest in person, only just for today. But she was the only person who walked into the room.

“I told you this would be good for you.” mom said.

I let out a short laugh, taking a sip.

“Good?” I repeated. “You call that good?”

She studied me carefully now. Too carefully. As if finally understanding my point.

“What happened?”

I tilted my head slightly, meeting her gaze.

“You really want to know?” I gave a dark smirk... she was quite used to.

Something flickered in her expression, but she nodded anyway.

I leaned back slightly, swirling the drink in my glass.

“She’s not what you think.”

That got her attention.

“What does that mean?”

I paused, then...

“She reacts.”

I said it simply, but the weight behind it wasn’t simple at all.

My mother’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Adrian…” But I cut her off.

“You want me to do this counseling thing?” I shrugged. “Fine.”

I took another sip.

“I’ll go.”

Her brows lifted slightly, surprised by how easily I agreed. But I wasn’t done.

A faint smirk touched my lips.

“I’m actually… looking forward to it.”

And for the first time since this whole mess started, I meant it.

I was already tired and needed something to cool up my head. I started walking away towards the stairs.

"I'm cnmming babe...faster, fnck"

"Yes cnm for me Abbie, you are so sweet..."

I turned to the other end of my bed, still holding firmly to my phone.

If not for something else, why should I be watching this pørn right here on my phone, in my bedroom. If it wasn't for someone.

I was getting hørny by every single pørn I'd put on.

This isn't my 25th time of watching pørnography... this is literally something I always do every night.

But now the funny part is that, I'm supposed to be watching this while thinking of Reuben as usual. Yet, my greedy mind keeps drifting back to her. That moment when everything felt so right. Shit, a drop of sweat stopped at my phone's screen. I wiped it slowly.

"... this is so wrong...yet it's something I don't dream of stopping"

Yes that's what I want to tell her, just the way this character is saying to her partner. But where are all this... desires coming from?.

"Fnck, I wanna fnck you so badly" he responded to her.

A groan excaped me, merely thinking about doing rough things to her.

What was I really becoming? Did Mom set me up to this or...?

"... stop, stop Abbie. Someone's gonna see us, this shouldn't be happening"

My face twisted in desire yet I hated this guy from saying that to her. To them, it's him holding back when I'm literally wishing tomorrow did come quickly. Urgh this feeling. Feeling? No, this could be because am missing having another good time with Reuben.

"No, please babe I want you to fnck the he!! out of my wet pnssy!"

I watched her held his hand. This is something I wish she'd say to me.

"I want to scr3w you so badly, that you're going to only remember my name" I said between my dark gaze resting on the phone screen, a sweat dripping from my forehead for the fifth time.

"And who the hell are you swr3wing this time, Mr Adrian?"

I put on the light, shifting my attention towards the door way.

My jaw dropped. Followed by the sweat rolling off my face.

My entire body stiffen up just at the sight of seeing her standing there in the most sexiest red lingerie , I'd ever seen in my entire not so freaking perfect life.

"Fuck! How...did you get in my room, Elara?"