Chapter 4 Chapter 4: One night with the enemy

Sylvia POV

While my sister wallows in prison, I sit here, getting freaky with a total stranger.

“What's your name?” he asks eventually.

I hesitate briefly before answering. “Sylvia.”

His smile widens slightly. “Adrian.”

We shake hands slowly, and the warmth of his palm lingers longer than it probably should. The strange chemistry between us feels immediate and dangerous. And for the first time, my thoughts drift away from prison walls and courtrooms.

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The apartment belongs to Adrian, not me. By the time reality settles properly into my head, I am already standing inside his living room surrounded by dim lighting, soft music, and dangerous tension thick enough to taste.

“I probably shouldn’t be here,” I admit quietly.

“Probably not,” Adrian agrees while stepping closer.

His honesty catches me off guard. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he asks in between laughter and lustful desires.

“Don’t act like you can read my mind. I frown.

He stops directly in front of me now, close enough for me to notice the faint scent of his cologne. “I don’t need to read your mind,” he says softly. “Your eyes already say enough.”

Before I can respond, his hand lifts carefully toward my face, fingers brushing lightly across my cheek. The touch sends warmth rushing through my body unexpectedly.

“You need a break from whatever’s hurting you,” he murmurs.

His lips crash against mine before I can overthink it. The kiss is deep, heated, and overwhelming enough to silence every thought inside my head. His mouth moves slowly against mine while his fingers slide carefully into my hair, pulling me closer without force, giving me every opportunity to stop him.

But I don’t. The kiss grows hotter gradually, stealing the air from my lungs while his breath mixes with mine. “I need you to relax tonight,” Adrian whispers against my lips. “Just tonight.”

He begins to work on my lips once more; his kiss invades me and sends jolts of electricity through my veins, hot, wet, and sloppy. His lips are unbelievably soft, overwhelming me completely and temporarily paralyzing my senses, yet he doesn’t stop.

I enjoy the taste of his fresh breath, mixed with mint, as his tongue travels from my lips to my cheeks to my ears. He goes on intentionally and methodically till I temporarily forget Sandra and her struggles.

“I need you to forget about family; I need you to relax,” he whispers into my ears, sending tingling sensations down my spine.

Even in this intense moment, Sandra's image flashes before my eyes. The guilt hits me like a storm, but the more guilty I feel, the more the arousal heightens. Before I can react, his tongue ravages my mouth again.

“You are scared of opening up to a stranger,” Adrian continues, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. “Scared that you are with me instead of being there for someone you love.”

I shake my head. “You don’t know anything. Stop!” I push him hard. But his stance remains firm.

“I know enough.” He reaches up, his fingers brushing my lips. “I want you to stop carrying the weight of the world for a few hours,” he says softly before kissing me again.”

This time, I respond fully. Meeting his kisses with hungry anticipation.

“You’re angry,” he murmurs. “Not just at family, but at yourself. You feel guilty that this is even happening. You feel sorry for doubting him.”

“Stop,” I say again, weaker this time. “What the hell do you want from me?”

His hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "I want to bend you over and ruin you." 

This time, he was firm. His hands reach for my waist as he spins me quickly, unhooking my bra, pulling down my skirt, and setting his hardness directly towards my honeypot.

He drives his full length directly into me vigorously with all sense of danger. His dirty talk and random hickey make the experience overwhelming and unforgettable.

After the first round of forbidden pleasure, my lips are swollen and my breath uneven.

But I feel loose; the experience has just begun, and I might as well enjoy the night to the fullest, letting myself loose for one fucking time in my life. Before I can put one and two together, he begins to give me deep strokes, preparing my legs for another round of sin.

His hands slide along my waist while mine grip the front of his shirt tightly. The tension between us erupts completely as we stumble from the bed to the ground, rolling and smashing gadgets, kissing recklessly between breaths and laughter.

The night becomes a blur of tangled sheets, heated whispers, wandering hands, and stolen moments; neither of us bothers slowing down enough to question.

"What the hell did we just do?” I whisper after his cum explodes deep inside me. 

The question hangs there, unanswered. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” I whisper incoherently as I hurry off into the bathroom and let the cold shower pour without restraints, trying to wash my sins away.

First, I feel a burst of energy and excitement, and an awkward sense of satisfaction washes over me; then, suddenly, the guilt hits, weighing heavily on my shoulders.

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Sandra’s face keeps appearing in my mind over and over again. I lower my head heavily. I was supposed to be helping her, not distracting myself like this.

Then suddenly, a loud gunshot explodes somewhere behind me. My entire body freezes instantly.

A second later, muffled voices echo briefly through the apartment before silence crashes down again. Fear grips my chest violently.

“Adrian?” I call out quickly. “What was that?”

But no one answers; silence screams from the bedroom, making my skin crawl as my pulse begins pounding uncontrollably. I rush out of the bathroom.

Then I see him lying motionless across the bed, too still to respond to my desperate pleas. Fear and uncertainty embrace me as a mother would her suckling child.

At first, my brain refuses to process the image in front of me. Part of me stupidly assumes he passed out after everything that happened between us.

But the closer I step, the more horrifying the truth becomes. Blood spreads slowly across the sheets beneath him.

A single gunshot wound sits directly in the center of his forehead. Fresh blood continues dripping downward while the metallic scent fills the room.

My stomach twists violently. No, this cannot be happening. I only came here to escape my thoughts for one night.

“Adrian!” I scream while rushing toward him, grabbing his shoulders desperately as my trembling fingers search for a pulse.