Chapter 5 - The Second Night

The house was quiet by the time we returned to the bedroom, but my heartbeat was anything but calm. Every step echoed in my ears, every memory of his lips against mine in the garden still burning on my skin.

Adrian closed the door behind us with a soft click, and that sound alone made my stomach twist with both dread and desire.

He loosened his tie slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You kept me waiting all day, wife,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Do you know how many times I wanted to drag you out of that breakfast room and bend you over the table?”

My lips parted in shock. “Adrian—”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it too.” He stalked toward me, shedding his jacket. “The way you trembled every time I touched you. The way you flushed when I kissed you in front of them. You’re addicted to me.”

I shook my head, though my body betrayed me, heat flooding my cheeks. “You’re wrong.”

His smirk was sharp. “Then prove it. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me.”

My voice caught in my throat. I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t lie, not when my entire body ached for his touch again.

That was all the permission he needed. In two strides, he was in front of me, his hand curling around my neck, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His lips crashed against mine, hot and punishing, swallowing the soft whimper that escaped me.

Clothes fell away faster this time, as if his hunger had only grown sharper. His hands mapped my body with greedy familiarity, every caress marking me as his. When he pushed me back onto the bed, my protests had already dissolved into moans.

“You belong to me,” he growled against my skin, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. “And tonight, I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

My cries filled the room when he entered me in one swift, claiming thrust. The stretch, the fullness—it was overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop the shameless sound that tore from my lips.

“That’s it,” he rasped, gripping my hips, thrusting harder, deeper. “Sing for me, sweetheart. Let them all hear who you belong to.”

“Adrian!” My nails raked down his back, my body arching helplessly under his relentless rhythm. Each movement sent shockwaves through me, dragging me closer to the edge until I was begging, incoherent.

He flipped me without warning, pulling me onto my knees, his hand pressing against my lower back as he drove into me from behind. The angle stole my breath, my moans tumbling out uncontrolled.

“You sound so sweet like this,” he groaned, his pace punishing. “I could keep you like this forever.”

When release finally shattered through me, I screamed his name, the sound raw and broken. He followed with a guttural moan, spilling into me as he buried his face against my neck, his body shaking with intensity.

But even then, he didn’t let go. His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him as if afraid I’d vanish the moment he loosened his grip.

“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered hoarsely. “Even if you beg me to.”

Later, when he finally drifted to sleep, I lay awake beside him, my body still trembling, my heart caught in a war I couldn’t win.

I stared at the ceiling, guilt clawing at my chest. This isn’t your life, Jannah. This isn’t your man.

And yet, when he stirred and pulled me closer even in his dreams, I didn’t push him away.

I couldn’t.

The next morning, as I slipped into the hallway, sore and unsteady, I caught sight of a pair of eyes watching me from the end of the corridor.

It was Adrian’s younger sister. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.

“You’re different,” she said softly, her gaze sharp. “I don’t know what it is yet… but you’re not the Alyssa I remember.”

My blood ran cold.

Comes the morning......

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and golden against the sheets. My body still hummed from the night before, sore in places I hadn’t known could ache, when I felt it—the hard press of Adrian against my thigh.

I froze, every muscle tensing, but his lips brushed my ear, his voice low and rough.

“Awake already?” His breath was hot against my skin. “Good. Because I’m not finished with you.”

My throat tightened. “Adrian, I—I don’t think I can… not again. My body—”

He silenced me with a soft chuckle, dark and dangerous. “You think too much.” His hand guided mine, sliding it down his abdomen until I touched him. I gasped at the heat of him, throbbing under my fingers.

“Not like last night,” he murmured, curling his hand over mine, forcing me to wrap around him. “This time, you’ll please me.”

My lips parted in shock. My sister—the real Alyssa—would probably know exactly what to do, effortlessly seductive. But me? My inexperience screamed through my trembling hand.

“Adrian, I don’t—”

“Shhh,” he hushed, pressing a kiss against my jaw. “Just follow me.”

He guided my hand, setting the pace, teaching me the rhythm he wanted. His groan rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against me as his head fell back.

“God, that’s it,” he rasped, thrusting into my palm, his grip tightening over mine. “Don’t stop.”

Heat pooled in my stomach at the sound of his pleasure. His voice, his heavy breathing, the way his body moved under my touch—it all chipped away at my fear. I bit my lip, focusing on every twitch, every groan, adjusting my movements until he moaned louder.

“Fuck, Alyssa…” His voice cracked, guttural, raw. “You’re so good at this. So perfect. Look at me.”

My gaze darted up to his. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, but sharp enough to pin me in place.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he commanded. “I want to see your face when you make me come.”

Shame burned through me, but I obeyed, my heart racing as I watched him unravel. Every hiss, every groan, every curse of my name made my cheeks flush hotter, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted—needed—to see him like this.

His hips moved with mine, his muscles taut as his release built. His hand clutched my wrist tighter, guiding me harder, faster.

“Just like that,” he growled. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

I whimpered at the intensity in his voice, but I didn’t falter. My strokes grew firmer, desperate to drag more sounds out of him.

“God, you’re addictive,” he hissed, sweat beading on his forehead. “My sweet little wife, so eager to please. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Adrian…” My own voice shook, my body trembling with a need that had nothing to do with him touching me.

“Say my name again. oh god, fuck” His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged. “Say it while *ahhh you make me lose control.”

“Adrian!” I cried, my voice breaking as he groaned deep in his chest, his body shuddering violently. His release pulsed hot and heavy against my hand, spilling over my fingers as he moaned my name like a vow.

For a moment, the world stood still.

He collapsed against me, his chest heaving, sweat-damp hair brushing my cheek. My hand trembled, still wrapped in his as he pressed it to his lips, kissing my knuckles reverently.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice hoarse, eyes burning into mine. “Every part of you—your mouth, your hands, your body. Mine to use. Mine to love. Mine to keep.”

My heart pounded painfully. His words should have terrified me, but instead they sank into me, dangerously sweet. I swallowed hard, guilt twisting deep in my gut.

Because I wasn’t Alyssa.

And if Adrian ever discovered the truth, this obsession of his could turn into something far darker.

Later, after he finally drifted back to sleep, I slipped into the bathroom, washing the evidence from my hand, my reflection staring back at me with wide, haunted eyes.

“You can’t keep this up,” I whispered to myself. “You’ll destroy everything.”

But when I returned to the bed, Adrian reached for me even in his dreams, pulling me against him with a satisfied sigh.

And I didn’t push him away.

The next morning, as I stepped into the hall, still sore and unsteady, I felt eyes on me.

At the far end of the corridor stood Adrian’s younger sister. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp, studying me like a puzzle she was determined to solve.

“You’re different,” she said softly, her voice almost casual, but her eyes were razor sharp. “I don’t know what it is yet… but you’re not the Alyssa I remember.”

My blood ran cold.