***ADRIAN'S POV***
It was my bride. Lizabeth Hayes. Sister to the man I was struggling with myself to forget yet couldn't.
I stood up from the edge of the bed immediately, rushing into the bathroom before she could come into the room.
It was the night after the wedding, and I knew exactly what was supposed to happen.
She'd come, expecting me to lay and mate with her. To rut inside her and mark her as mine even though we had no mate bond yet.
And honestly, I wasn't ready for that. I hadn't even expected that she would be sent to my room after the wedding. Considering that the after-party is yet to be finished.
I thought my father would provide her with another room. I'd thought wrong as it stood. He would never do that. He was anticipating the girl to be pregnant soon with pups. I had almost forgotten about it.
I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in immediately, turning the shower on.
I was avoiding her. Whether she saw it that way or not, I truly was. And the bathroom had been the only place I could think of hiding in.
I turned the faucet to let the water flow, even if I hadn't yet undressed to do what I was supposed to do there.
A few minutes passed and I was still standing, lost in an uncountable number of thoughts.
Down from the previous morning, to Landon Hayes whom I'd found out was my brother-in-law.
With the smirk he'd given me, and even the smug he always had etched on his face throughout the wedding, it suggested to me that Landon had been aware of who I was even before the wedding day.
The mere thought of this possibility gnawed at me. Had he knowingly let me into the room then despite knowing who I was? And for what reasons?
The crippling thoughts of Landon Hayes were what finally made me undress and step into the bathtub, allowing the water to run on my skin again to wash away the second sin the day had made me realize I was guilty of committing.
Betrayal. Of the wife I hadn't even gotten to know.
I wondered briefly what her reactions would be if she were to discover what had happened the previous day between her brother and her husband.
Shame flooded over me. And a gnashing anxiety kicked in seconds after as a sea of thoughts came again.
What if Landon Hayes was the man with the snake tattoo I'd thought was a second man?
What if I hadn't just engaged in oral sexual intercourse with my brother-in-law? What if he had been the one who stretched my ass cheeks?
What if…
The cold water from the shower poured on me again.
I had forgotten to turn on the heater. I didn't even need it. The cold water didn't feel like anything on my skin.
If anything, it served like a hardener, taking my thoughts back to questions I didn't want to confront.
An hour had passed when I finally stepped out of the shower.
Lizabeth would be asleep by now, I told myself as I did. That had been the only reason I came out.
Hoping that she would be sleeping peacefully, understanding that this arranged marriage of ours, this marriage of convenience, would take time before we would open up to each other.
Although to me, it wasn't looking too soon as things were complicated. Too complicated that I needed to solve them quickly before they escalated.
Covering myself from the waist with a towel, I turned off the faucet and began to walk out of the bathroom.
I walked towards my bed and sat down, staring down at a blue pajama that was on top of the bedsheet.
Lizabeth wasn't anywhere in the room, and she was the only one who could have dropped it there.
I wondered where she was and whether she was sleeping like I had expected her to.
Suddenly the door creaked open again and I saw her walking in. This time, I couldn't run back to the bathroom, and Lizabeth was even daring and bold with her entrance.
She was naked as she walked in, having stripped herself of the pink pajamas I had seen her in before. The blue one from the set was the one on the bed.
She had an hourglass figure, with huge boobs and a huge bubble butt.
I could see her figure well. The lights in the room were switched off, but I could see her from the table-top light at the bedstand.
Both cheeks of her ass were firm, round, and protruding from her backside. And her boobs were even bigger as they jutted out from her chest, overfilling her bra which I had believed they did before when she was in the pajamas.
I stood motionlessly, staring at her dumbstruck. As if I didn't know what she was trying to get at. As if I didn't know what married couples do on the night of their marriage.
I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't. Instead, my mouth formed an "O" before closing again.
Lizabeth said nothing either, but instead kept walking close to me from the door.
She'd been watching me when I walked out of the bathroom, dripping with water and my abs bare.
She was mentally undressing me with each step she took, her memories flashing back to my muscled, toned, and firm body as I walked out of the bath.
My body had glistened and the dripping water from my skin must have only made her want me to envelope her with my warmth, I thought.
Perhaps in her mind's eye, my body was glistening again, as I pounded into her rhythmically. She was lying naked atop my reading table by the side of the room.
As her imagination might have carried her lustful thoughts along, she became only more aroused. Now, she imagined her feet up, one on each of my shoulders. I had my hands around each of her thighs. As I thrust my hips forward, I would also pull her thighs toward me.
I felt her start to feel real dampness between her legs and extended her left hand to her mound, rubbing it as she finally stood before me.
She planted her second hand on my chest and leaned over to press her mouth on mine.
She hadn't brought her face close when I suddenly turned toward the other side of the bed, backing her.
"Not today please, I'm very tired. I'm sorry," I managed to mumble, hoping that she would take my words for it and leave me be.
Her seduction tactics weren't working on me. In short, they wouldn't.
This wasn't the first time a woman had tried to seduce me without getting a reaction. It was as if my member had even grown to know what genitalia to respond to and those not to.
But Lizabeth didn't take my word for it. No man would be able to resist such seduction she believed.
She ran her fingers from my chest down to my waist, sliding them down to the opening of the towel and grabbing me by my steel down there.
Her hands were cold and resting. And for a brief second I wondered why I wasn't hard as a rock like she had anticipated. Still, she didn't let that deter her.
She stroked it twice and leaned over to take it in her mouth when suddenly, I stood from the bed and walked out of the room on her, without saying anything.
The loud thud from the door was her confirmation of what happened as she still disbelieved something like that happening. I had rejected her advances even without a word!