Vanessa didn't say anything else.
That was what terrified me most.
She smiled, soft, practised, perfectly composed, and turned away as if she hadn't just walked in on something she wasn't supposed to see. As if she hadn't caught the tension vibrating between her husband and her sister.
"I'm exhausted," she said lightly. "The trip was… longer than expected."
Adrian stepped aside, giving her space, his expression unreadable. Cold. Controlled. The same mask he always wore around her.
"I didn't know you'd be back tonight," he said.
"I decided last minute," she replied. Her gaze flicked to me again. Sharp. Assessing. "I wanted to surprise you."
Surprise.
My stomach twisted.
"I was just leaving," I said quickly, forcing my voice to steady. "I should go to bed."
Vanessa tilted her head. "So early?"
"Yes," I lied. "I'm tired."
Her eyes lingered on my face, then dropped—slowly—to my lips.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
"Well," she said at last, smiling again, "goodnight, Ariana."
I didn't wait for dismissal. I walked out with my heart hammering, every step echoing too loudly in my ears.
I could feel Adrian's gaze on my back the entire way.
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vanessa standing in the doorway. Saw the suspicion in her eyes. Felt Adrian's hands on my body, remembered how close we had come to losing control completely.
Morning arrived too soon.
At breakfast, Vanessa acted as if nothing had happened.
She laughed. She spoke about her trip. She reached for Adrian's hand like a performance meant for an audience of one, me.
He barely touched her.
His answers were short. Distant.
And every time I shifted in my seat, I felt his attention snap to me instantly, like he was tracking every movement I made.
It made my skin prickle.
Vanessa noticed.
I saw it in the way her smile tightened. In the way her gaze lingered longer than necessary.
By midday, I felt like prey.
He cornered me in the hallway that afternoon.
I had just stepped out of the laundry room when Adrian appeared in front of me, his presence sudden and overwhelming.
"You shouldn't be alone with me," I whispered.
"I need to talk to you," he said quietly.
"This is a bad idea."
His eyes softened, just slightly. "I know."
But he didn't move.
Neither did I.
"Vanessa suspects something," I said. "She looked at me like she was already connecting the dots."
"She doesn't know," he replied. "Not yet."
"That's not reassuring."
His jaw tightened. "I won't let her hurt you."
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
"You shouldn't protect me," I said. "You should protect your marriage."
"My marriage is a lie," he said flatly. "And I won't sacrifice you to keep pretending."
That scared me more than anything else he could have said.
"Adrian… this is getting out of control."
He stepped closer.
"It already is."
My breath hitched.
"We can't keep doing this," I whispered.
"Then tell me to stop."
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
His gaze dropped to my lips again, and the hunger there made my knees weak.
"That's what I thought," he murmured.
Vanessa announced that evening that she wanted a "family dinner."
Just the three of us.
I felt sick.
She asked questions—too many. About how long I planned to stay. About whether I'd started job hunting again. About whether Adrian and I spent much time together when she was gone.
Every answer felt like a test.
Adrian stayed quiet, his attention sharp, his body tense. I could tell he was watching her as closely as she was watching me.
When dinner finally ended, Vanessa stood.
"I'm exhausted," she said, pressing a kiss to Adrian's cheek. "I'll turn in early."
She paused at the doorway and looked back at me.
"Try not to stay up too late, Ariana," she added softly.
The warning was clear.
She left.
The silence that followed felt suffocating.
"You need to be careful," I whispered the moment we were alone.
"I know."
"She's watching us."
"I know."
"Then why does it feel like you're not even trying to stop this anymore?"
Adrian turned to face me fully.
"Because I don't want to."
The honesty in his voice stole my breath.
"I want you," he continued quietly. "And pretending otherwise is tearing me apart."
"This can destroy us," I said.
"It already has," he replied. "I just don't regret it."
That was the moment I realised how deep this had gone.
He wasn't just tempted.
He was already gone.
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Later that night, I heard a knock on my door.
My heart leapt into my throat.
I opened it to find Adrian standing there, his expression dark, his restraint visibly fraying.
"This is dangerous," I whispered.
"I know," he said. "But I can't sleep. And I know you can't either."
The truth of that settled between us.
"You should go," I said.
He didn't.
Instead, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
The sound echoed like a final decision.
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The moment he touched me, everything unravelled.
This time, there was no hesitation.
No pretence.
His kiss was deep, desperate, full of everything he'd been holding back. I responded without thinking, my body arching into his like it had been waiting for this all along.
His hands roamed with purpose now, no longer restrained, no longer tentative. Every touch sent heat racing through me, every kiss making it harder to remember why this was wrong.
"You're mine," he murmured against my skin, the words possessive and dangerous. "Tell me to stop if you don't want this."
I didn't want him to stop.
I wanted more.
The room faded away, leaving only sensation and breath and the terrifying certainty that I was about to cross a line I could never uncross.
He pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged.
"Once we do this," he said hoarsely, "there's no going back."
I met his gaze.
"I know."
His mouth claimed mine again.
The world tipped.
He slowly removed my bra, and my breasts came out my nipples wanting to be worshipped by his mouth,
He flickered his tongue around my nipples.
As he placed a finger in my tight, wet, juicy pussy.
My moan wasn't loud but my facial expression said it all I wanted to be consumed in that moment by the man I was meant to avoid and to be honest I didn't even care if my sister was going to walk in, all I wanted was to be filled by his cock.
I bent down and unzipped his trousers like a little slut, and yes I was his slut his cock was begging to come out of his boxer's, and when I eventually pulled it out I was startled. In my mind, this is a real man, 12 inches long, veiny and hard for me I gave my sister's husband a blowjob, his groan made me very much satisfied but the greater satisfaction was to come.
He pulled me up and pushed me on the bed, while he was on top of me "My sister's husband was on top of me" he inserted his veiny cock inside my tight pussy I was about to scream very loud but he used his hands to cover my mouth. He kept on moving in and out fucking my pussy hard and rough and I enjoyed every moment of it I have never been fucked this good and in that moment I wanted this cock to penetrate my pussy for the rest of my life.
His little yet deep groan was something I didn't know I needed to hear, he turned me around and spanked my ass while he fucked my ass rough and hard, he kept going harder and faster, I was going to squirt any second now as he kept fucking me, like he had desired my pussy for ages. And eventually he came on my ass his sperm all over my ass while I squirted on his face.
This has to be one of the best moments of my life "fucking my sister's husband".
Much later, when the room was quiet again and reality crept back in, fear settled heavily in my chest.
"What if she finds out?" I whispered.
Adrian tightened his hold on me.
"Then I'll deal with it," he said. "But I won't lose you."
The words should have terrified me.
Instead, they made me feel dangerously safe.
Outside, the mansion slept.
Inside, everything had changed.
And deep down, I knew,
This secret wouldn't stay buried for long.