My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 135: Violet Seduction

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3rd Person POV

Adrien hadn’t expected anyone to be in the room, especially not her. As the door clicked shut behind him, he turned, already feeling tense, and was taken aback by the sight of Vanessa lounging against the doorframe with a sultry smile on her pink glossy lips.

She wore the same deep purple lingerie she’d sent him a photo of that night, silky, delicate, and just daring enough to grab his attention. The soft lamp on the nightstand cast a warm golden glow over her, highlighting every curve, the lace snug against her waist, and straps slipping teasingly off her smooth shoulders. Her hair spilled around her like a curtain of copper, loose curls framing her breasts and collarbones in a way that practically screamed temptation.

Vanessa Hedge was undeniably gorgeous, stunning, really. The kind of girl every guy dreams about. Well, every guy except Adrien, apparently...because as he stared, a strange emptiness settled in.

There was still nothing stirring inside him. No spark, no magnetic pull or even a shred of arousal even as he was locked in an empty room with the real thing. Just a hollow confusion twisting in his gut.

His voice came out low, cautious. "Vanessa... what the fuck this about?"

She pouted dramatically, pushing off the door with a lazy strut that made her hips sway playfully. Her perfume, a sweet, expensive scent hit him before she was even halfway across the room.

"What?" she said, feigning innocence. "I missed you."

She stopped right in front of him, smirk reappearing as her fingers traced along his forearm before settling in his hand. Her nails, painted the same purple as her lingerie, were sharp and glossy.

"When I texted you that night," she continued in a husky whisper, "you didn’t respond. Not even an emoji or whatever, so I thought you must be busy." She tugged his hand toward her waist. "But I didn’t want you to miss out. So..." She looked up at him through her lashes. "I brought the fun to you."

Adrien didn’t budge. No closer, no movement, not even lifting his other hand from where it dangled at his side.

Vanessa, undeterred, slid her fingers up his chest, tracing the lines of his dark button-up that he’d thrown on for the party. "Come on," she murmured, leaning in closer, her lips almost brushing his jaw. "Let’s have a good time, Adrien. Just like we used to." Her breath was warm against his skin. "I know you missed me too."

But Adrien’s jaw clenched, muscles tensing. His eyes didn’t glimmer with desire. They didn’t soften or darken like they used to.

If anything... they hardened.

For a moment, the room felt too small. Too heavy. Too wrong.

Because all he could think about, absurdly and maddeningly was Noah standing in the hallway earlier that day, his stubborn blush at never seemed to leave her face when Adrien was near him.

And then he thought of Noah walking into the party alone.

Alone.

His stomach twisted.

Vanessa’s fingers crept closer to his collar.

Adrien finally spoke, voice low and rough, with an unexpected distance. "Vanessa... stop."

Her smirk faltered, but she didn’t back away.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed for a split second, just long enough for something sharp to flash behind her sultry mask. Then it was gone, replaced by a slow, predatory smile.

"Stop?" she repeated, honeyed and mocking. "You never used to say that."

Before he could respond, she rose on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.

The kiss was all heat and practiced aggression with soft but demanding lips, her tongue sliding past his with deliberate intent, tasting like cherry gloss and the vodka she’d been sipping downstairs.

She pressed her body into his, breasts against his chest, hips rolling forward as her hand dropped between them without hesitation. Her fingers found the front of his trousers and curled possessively, stroking once, then twice, slow and firm, as if she had every right to.

Adrien tensed.

For one stunned heartbeat, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe, the shock of it locking him up. Vanessa took that as surrender; she moaned softly into his mouth and stroked again, more deliberately.

That sound snapped something inside him.

He jerked back suddenly, breaking the kiss so abruptly that her teeth grazed his lower lip. His hands shot up, grasping her wrists and pulling them away from him with more force than he meant to. The sudden distance left her staggering back a half-step, eyes wide, lipstick smudged.

"Vanessa," he said, voice raw and clipped, "I don’t have time for this."

She blinked, the haze of arousal fading into something colder. "What?"

"I need to leave." He was already moving, stepping around her, heading for the door with long, determined strides. His pulse pounded in his throat, not from desire, but from an overwhelming need to escape that room.

"Adrien—" Her voice cracked on his name, disbelief mixing with anger.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. His hand closed around the doorknob, the metal cool against his skin.

"You’re seriously walking away right now?" she called after him, sharper now, the seductive tone gone. "After I came all the way up here for you?"

He paused just long enough to glance over his shoulder. Vanessa stood there, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling too fast, the purple lace suddenly looking cheap under the harsh light of her expression.

The door had barely shut again when her hand slammed against it, forcing it closed with a bang that rattled the frame. Adrien spun around, breath caught halfway in his throat.

Vanessa stood between him and the exit, eyes blazing.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going?" she snapped, all pretense of seduction stripped away. "You just got to this damn party, Adrien. For crying out loud!"

She stepped closer, crowding him. "There’s literally nothing out there worth putting this away." Her palms slammed against his chest, shoving him.

But there was, and it’s name was Noah.

He stumbled back, the edge of the bed catching him behind his knees as he fell hard onto the mattress, air rushing from his lungs in a rough exhale.

Vanessa was on him in an instant.

She crawled up his body like a predator, her knees pinning his hips down, the silk of her lingerie sliding against his shirt. Her hair fell around them, creating a wild copper curtain, brushing his face as she leaned down.

"I’ve been waiting for you for so long," she hissed, her voice low and trembling with a mix of lust and fury. "I want you to fuck me hard, Adrien and raw. Just like you used to. Until my legs give out and I can’t fucking think straight."

Her nails raked down his chest, snagging on buttons. "I can’t stand you ignoring me and playing hard to get anymore."

She crashed her lips into his again, desperate and messy, teeth clashing, her tongue forcing its way past his lips as if she could make him want this if she just tried harder.

Adrien’s hands came up quickly, gripping her upper arms tight enough to leave marks. With one swift twist, he shoved her, rolling his weight and sending her tumbling sideways. She landed on her back beside him with a soft thud and a startled gasp, hair splayed across the duvet, eyes wide and stunned.

For a moment, the room was filled only with heavy breathing.

Adrien pushed himself up on locked arms, looming over her, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

"I said no," he ground out, his voice rough and shaking with barely contained anger. "How many times do I have to say it before you use your goddamn ears and listen?"

What part of ’no’ didn’t she understand?

Vanessa stared up at him, lips parted, chest heaving. The sultry mask vanished entirely, replaced by raw shock and the first flicker of tears.

Adrien rose from the bed in one sharp motion, the mattress springs creaking as he left it. He didn’t look at her, just straightened his shirt with angry, precise tugs, smoothing the fabric as if he could smooth away everything that just happened.

"Don’t," he said, voice low and dangerous, finally meeting her gaze. "Don’t you ever try that again, Vanessa. Ever."

Vanessa sat on the rumpled duvet, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them tightly. The confident, seductive girl from moments ago was gone.

In her place was someone pale and stunned, lips parted, eyes glassy with shock. The purple lace now seemed ridiculous, too bright against the sudden paleness of her skin.

Adrien turned away again and made his way toward the door, each step deliberate, final.

His hand closed around the doorknob.

"Are you in love with Noah, Adrien?"

The question was soft, almost fragile, but it hit him like a fist to the gut.

He froze, shoulders rigid, fingers still on the cold metal. Vanessa’s voice trembled, but she didn’t take it back. "Well, are you?"

The silence that followed was brutal.

Adrien’s head dropped slightly, just enough for his hair to shadow his face. His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white.

He couldn’t even turn around, fearing his expression would betray him.