About Last Night...

Adrian's POV

The 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 had only gone up there to check on her. It was a new house, the heat was acting up, and I just wanted to make sure she had pulled up her blanket properly so she wouldn't catch a cold. That was it. That was the only intention I had when I opened that door.

​So how the hell did I end up in her bed?

​I shut my eyes tight, but the darkness behind my eyelids only brought back the vivid, burning memory of it. I could still feel the way she grabbed my hand and pleaded for me to hold her, I could feel the heat of her body. 

But more than that, I could hear her voice. She had looked right at me with glossy, soft eyes and begged. She kept asking for more. She told me to go harder. She had whined my name into the dark and pleaded for me to defile her over and over.

​I forced my eyes open, my breath coming raspy as I stared at the steaming pot. It didn't matter what she said in her sleep. I was the one who was awake. I was the one who should have stopped. I was completely sane and the bigger person.

“I have to apologize to her the moment she comes downstairs.” I whispered to myself. There was no way she wouldn't realize it once she woke up that I defiled her and none of that was a dream. 

I had to face the consequences, even if it meant she told Elena and ruined everything.

​I turned to stare at the rain. Will this ruin my marriage before it even begins? Yes, most likely. Elena holds Lisa more valuable than anything in the world and that was why she left her in my care.

And yet I… I should be disgusted with myself, but then what was this foreign feeling in my chest?

Then, I heard soft footsteps on the stairs and my stomach dropped. It was time to face the music. 

​I turned around slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. 

Lisa walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, looking, not angry, but completely oblivious. 

​My breath got caught in my throat when I saw she was still wearing the top and shorts she had been wearing when I fucked her last night.

​Out of pure habit—the same meticulous way I always took care of Elena when she didn't want it inside and things got messy—I had cleaned her up.

I had used a damp cloth, gently wiping away every trace of myself from her thighs and stomach before pulling her night top down and straightening her shorts. 

Thankfully, the fabric hadn't been ruined. I had tucked her back in and left the room like a thief in the night.

It only got messy because I couldn't bring myself to cum inside her. What if she got pregnant? That would be an even worse disaster.

I opened my mouth, ready to apologize,

“About last night—”

​"Good morning," her greeting cut me off completely, and her voice sounded completely normal.

​I froze, the apology dying in my throat as I stared at her. She wasn't crying. She wasn't looking at me with horror or disgust. She was acting like nothing had happened. Like it was just another regular morning in the house.

​A heavy, bewildered shock settled over me. No way! She doesn't believe all of that was a dream, does she?

My heart was racing and she tilted her head.

“Last night? What were you talking about?” She asked, her voice small and shy, completely different from how she desperately begged me last night and I gulped.

“Last night,” I continued naturally. “I came to check on you and you kicked your blanket off,” I freed my clenched fist on the counter and smiled. “You should be careful not to catch a cold, okay?”

“Oh,” she exclaimed softly and turned her face away, whispering to herself. “I wondered why I had my blanket on till the morning.” I heard the whispers, and knew right then that she had no idea all of what happened was real.

This… this is dangerous.

Lisa was just standing there, looking down at her bare feet, completely lost in whatever fantasy her mind had cooked up for her.

‘So, you're telling me all of that. The friction of our skin, the heavy way I drove my cock into her, the sound of her loud, shameless moaning into my mouth—she thought it was all a fake.’ 

My hands could still feel her tight insides, yet she was standing in my kitchen, murmuring about blankets like her mind had just played a harmless trick on her.

I practically took her virginity and she… didn't know. How dense is she?

Then, it hit me. She made it clear I had been in her dreams before. But just how long had she been dreaming about me? How many weeks, how many months had I been invading her sleep for her to be this easily fooled? 

For her to feel that intense, bone-deep reality and just shrug it off as another fantasy?

She looks so innocent right now, but in her dreams, she let's her brother-in-law fuck her in all positions until she looses her mind. 

Then, was I the one at fault here?

I thought she was sane and openly seduced me. I fell for her seduction, and that's why I fucked her.

I wasn't the only one at fault. And now that I've done it once, I don't think I can look at her like the sweet shy and innocent girl she portrays herself to be.

I want her.

A wicked, shameful thought ignited in the center of my chest, hot and intoxicating.

If she truly couldn't tell the difference... I could do this again. I could go back into her room tonight. I could take her over and over, use her body however I wanted while Elena was away, and I would never, ever get caught. 

To Lisa, it would just be another sweet dangerous dream that was fulfilling what she could not do in reality.

As long as she doesn't know, it won't harm her. 

I swallowed hard, my eyes tracking the movement of her throat as she shifted her weight. The pink apron felt tight around my waist, suffocating me as the boundary I had spent months building completely crumbled into ash.

She wasn't a victim who was going to ruin my marriage. She was a secret I could keep. A sweet little secret. 

"Adrian?" she called, her brows pulling together slightly as she noticed my silence. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, forcing my voice to drop back into that even, polite brotherly tone. I turned back to the stove, grabbing the wooden spoon to stir the rice so she wouldn't see the dark, possessive look I knew was taking over my face. "Just making sure breakfast doesn't burn."

"Oh. Okay." She moved past me to grab a glass from the cupboard, her arm brushing against mine.

The small contact sent a bolt of heat straight to my cock and I bit my lip. My jaw clenched. Seven days and seven nights alone in this house with a girl who would let me defile her as long as she kept her eyes closed.

The thought was enough to make my cock hard. 

"It's raining pretty hard," I murmured, watching her out of the corner of my eye as she poured her water. "You shouldn't walk anywhere today. I'll drive you wherever you need to go."

"I need to go out. I can take the bus—"

"No," I cut her off, my voice a little too firm, a little too heavy. I turned to look at her, letting my gaze drop down her body, remembering exactly how she looked underneath me but I smiled. A friendly harmless smile. "I'll drive you, Lisa. We're going to be spending a lot of time together this week so let's get even closer."