Christine had only been in Adrian's room once before.
It was right after she married Ethan, during her first visit to the mansion. That day, Ethan had held her hand, showing her around each room, excitedly discussing their future plans, until they reached Adrian's room
Ethan knew his older brother hated anyone touching his things. He'd instructed the housekeeper to keep everything exactly as it was, only allowing cleaning once a week.
In Christine's memory, it was a lifeless room - bare walls, black bed, black desk, and gray cabinets filled with files and documents.
As if no one had ever lived there.
Before Ethan's accident, Christine would occasionally see Adrian coming home late at night in his suit, silently heading upstairs, then vanishing by morning without a word.
Otherwise, it was like he didn't exist in this house.
Maybe to him, this place was just another hotel, never really a home.
Christine knew exactly why Adrian was calling her to his room at this hour.
Her body hadn't fully recovered from last night's encounter, still aching with fatigue. Her head throbbed from interrupted sleep.
Even when she and Ethan were trying for a baby last year, they hadn't been intimate this frequently.
Adrian was far more dominant than Ethan in bed, rough and intense, treating her like a tool for his release rather than an equal partner. Her body still tingled from last night, and just thinking about it made her mouth go dry.
But... for the sake of getting pregnant quickly, she had to comply.
After rinsing her mouth, she quickly brushed her hair and applied lip balm. Standing at her closet, she debated what to wear.
She'd been wearing simple cotton pajamas, but after some thought, she chose a low-cut black silk slip dress. The semi-sheer fabric clung to her curves as she tied the silk ribbon at her waist. She removed her underwear before stepping out of her room.
Adrian's room was right next door. Christine padded barefoot to his door.
The house was silent - Rebecca and others were all asleep. Only her bare feet made the faintest sound against the floor.
Without knocking, she entered and carefully locked the door behind her.
Click.
The room was dark except for a sliver of dawn light sneaking through a gap in the curtains. It was past five, and the sky was beginning to lighten, casting a dim glow across the large bed in the center of the room.
Christine crept forward, her feet silent on the carpet as she approached the foot of the bed.
Her eyes fell on the naked man sprawled across the bed.
In the dim light, Adrian's body dominated the space like a carved statue. His long legs stretched lazily against the dark sheets, muscles defined and powerful. A shaft of gray dawn light fell across his torso, highlighting abs that looked hard as stone, each ridge casting sharp shadows.
His face was in shadow - she couldn't make out his expression, only the sharp line of his jaw and the slow movement of his throat.
But what drew her attention most was his impressive arousal, standing fully erect. In the weak morning light, Christine could clearly see the swollen head, flushed and ready.
Morning wood?
Christine wasn't sure about men's morning patterns. Ethan usually woke up aroused around seven, but Adrian was awake before five... Did he always wake this early?
Then she noticed the faint smell of alcohol in the room - he must have been drinking last night.
"Done staring?"
His voice cut through the silence as she hesitated at the foot of the bed. His tone carried clear irritation and unmistakable desire.
"Get up here."
Christine didn't dare speak. She climbed onto the bed quietly, careful to avoid his legs. She wasn't sure how long he'd been hard, but she knew he was ready to take her.
She untied her slip dress and set it aside. The silk slid down, leaving her naked in the cool air.
When Adrian didn't move, she bent down to take his thick shaft in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the swollen head while her hands worked his length.
As she licked him, Christine slid her fingers between her thighs, gently stroking her folds to prepare herself.
She couldn't avoid what was coming, and she worried Adrian would thrust into her without warning. She needed to get herself wet quickly - his impressive size meant her body would struggle to handle another rough session unprepared.
She kept touching herself with delicate movements while taking him deeper in her mouth, her tongue tracing patterns along his shaft. The quiet room filled with wet sounds as she worked.
After last night, she'd learned to pleasure him better, no longer clumsy enough to test his patience. Kneeling between his spread legs, she imagined it was Ethan she was servicing, eagerly taking him in. When she brushed her hair back and glanced up, her eyes inevitably met Adrian's gaze.
In the dim dawn light, Adrian's handsome features were sharp and predatory, his steel-gray eyes narrowed dangerously like a panther ready to strike.
And his prey was Christine.
From this angle, her face looked more delicate, a faint light catching her cheek. Her skin was flawless - they say a well-loved woman's skin glows with a special softness, and it showed.
And her mouth was eagerly wrapped around his hardness.
The moment she looked away, the predator struck -
Adrian's muscular body rose from the bed, suddenly pushing Christine backward. Before she could react, he had her pinned beneath him.
Throughout it all, he kept his shaft deep in her mouth, pressing against her face, leaving no space for her to make a sound.
The silk ribbon from her discarded slip lay scattered on the sheets.
Adrian grabbed it and bound it over her eyes, tying it tightly behind her head.
Christine's eyes were like a doe's - when they curved up, they bloomed like spring flowers. During climax, those almond-shaped eyes would flutter closed, long lashes shadowing her dazed expression until pleasure forced tears to sparkle at their corners.
Beautiful eyes, but Adrian despised them.
More precisely, he hated her gaze - it wasn't meant for him. When they coupled, she seemed to search for Ethan in his features.
But too bad.
He wasn't Ethan.