Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 65: Wake You Up

"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Melanie sat in bed as she stared at the man who had just entered her room.

"I am here to sleep, of course. Did you really think I would give up this big space to you alone? Hmm? I warned you, didn't I? That I can bypass all locks..."

Melanie nodded at his words, but if someone were to ask her what he said, she had no idea. All she could think of and look at was the one who was walking towards her.

He was wearing those same loose black shorts that he'd been wearing when she tricked him out of the room. The sight of him in the dim glow of the night light made her stomach tighten. Lying back on the bed, shrouded in darkness, she knew he couldn't see her clearly. So she allowed herself to stare.

He had broad shoulders that led to sculpted arms, the kind that looked effortlessly powerful—like he didn't just lift weights but actually used that strength. She'd placed her hand there, on his shoulder during the dance, and yet, she had not realized that he was so well built.

Then there was his chest which was just as devastating—solid muscle, defined but not overdone like boxers or those wrestlers but rather lean. Just perfect.

And there, right on both of his pecs, were silver rings piercing his nipples. Even in the dim light, they caught the faintest glint, drawing her eyes like a magnet.

She had definitely not been prepared for those. When she'd felt them earlier—when her palm had accidentally brushed against one, she'd been curious and then when she'd seen him open the door shirtless, it had been a hurricane effort to not look. But now? Now she couldn't stop staring. She didn't want to. She wanted to look to her heart's content.

First, the lip ring. And now these.

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Jewelry had never been something she associated with hot, but God help her, she wanted to feel those rings. Just like she'd felt the press of the one on his lip when he'd kissed her... She wanted to drag her fingers over them, maybe even press her lips to—

Her eyes trail down to his abs—each one meticulously cut, forming a perfect V-line that led dangerously low to the waist band of his shorts. Who wore them so low anyway... A little lower and... she'd be able to see so much more. Her mouth watered at the deliciousness.

She had to swallow hard as heat pooled low in her belly.

Then he moved.

Slow, deliberate steps, closing the distance between them. The mattress dipped as he leaned in, propping himself on his hands, one on either side of her. She was forced to look up into his eyes. She knew she should push him away. She placed her hands on his shoulders, ready to push him but then, the warmth and hardness... she could not help it... she traced them slowly...

"You like what you see, sweet Melon?" His whispering voice slithered over her and she quickly dragged her hand away. Even his voice was like the devil, inviting her to sin.

He seemed to have sensed her hesitance and desire warring. He leaned close to her ear, practically purring to her, "You can touch if you want. I saw you looking earlier. Should I help you out?

Her fingers curled into the sheets to stop himself from taking up his invitiation.

"I can feel how badly you want me... I can practically taste it, Melon. Come on, feel me.I want those hands on me as well. Don't be shy. Touch me. Let me f*ck you. You know you want it as much as I do. Tell me, Melon. Tell me you want me to fu*k you. I'll do it all night and... all day."

He was so close as he whispered the temptation. Melanie could feel her breath hitch, her entire being filled with Adam.

Every nerve in her body screamed for her to close the last inch between them. Just a little turn of her head and she would be able to taste his lips. Just let go of the sheets and she would be able to flice against his... Just—

And then he closed the gap between them. His lips met hers... Gasp.

Melanie shot up in bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her hands fisted the sheets as she stared wildly around the room, lungs dragging in frantic breaths.

Empty.

The room was empty.

No low-hanging shorts. No teasing smirk. No piercing silver rings. No Adam.

Just darkness. Just silence.

A dream.

Her head fell back against the pillows, hands covering her face as heat crawled up her skin even though she had yet to calm down from the reality like dream. She could still feel herself aching there.

Melanie closed her eyes and inhaled slowly. Trying to calm her wuldly beating heart. Oh GOD! She was so screwed.

Melanie groaned, turning onto her side and burying her face into the pillow as if that could smother the lingering heat in her body. But it was no use. The dream still clung to her like a second skin—his voice, his touch, the way his lips had pressed against hers just before reality had ripped him away.

"God," she muttered as she shook her head. That dream had been all too realistic. She could still feel the goosebumps all over her. How mortifying! How was she supposed to face him tomorrow?

But the worst part of all this was not just the dream. No. The worst part was that... she had stared at him too well earlier if her subconscious mind could provide such a detailed version for the dream . And the other horrifying part was that she wanted him... really really badly.

Melanie clenched her jaw and threw off the covers, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. No. She was not doing this, she thought. She was not sitting here letting him get under her skin. She was going to go out, get some water and not let that cocky man crawl under her skin.