Nights of Desire

Author: Fisher

Chapter 1: Jolted Awake

Words : 928 Updated : Oct 11th, 2025

In the dark, a large hand roamed over Brooke Casson's body. She snapped her eyes open and found Adam Wokey's colleague, Rodrigo Shirvinton, sat on the edge of the bed, a predatory, hungry look in his eyes. Adam, with his back to her, was sleeping like a log. She watched Rodrigo, tense and terrified, fear rising in her throat. Just as she was about to scream, he whispered in her ear. "If you don't want your husband to see, you'd better keep quiet." The warning froze her. Helpless, she shut her eyes. He lifted her nightgown and stroked her feet. Her toes curled, pulling back on reflex. He grabbed both her ankles and reached to pull off her underwear. Afraid of waking her husband, she only put up a token struggle, clutching at her underwear. Rodrigo trapped her ankles in one hand and gripped her thigh with the other. Her mind went blank with panic. She kept her eyes shut, praying it was not real. He pulled off her nightgown and began his assault. With her husband still out cold beside her, she was rigid with fear; her thoughts were slipping away. She bit down hard on her lip, unsure whether to just endure it or use the pain to block the unwanted sensations jolting through her like electric shocks. She did not even know when his weight came down on her. He pressed hard against her hips. She tried to shove him off, but he pinned her under him, leaving her unable to move. With his hands and mouth roaming, she no longer knew how to resist. She felt something hard pressing against her leg. A tremor ran through her; her mouth went dry. He pulled her against his chest and lowered his head, trying to kiss her. She clamped her lips shut and wrenched her face away. He kissed along her neck and chest, then lifted her arms, his breath hot as he sniffed and licked her armpit. By then, her thoughts had collapsed. Her awareness blurred. All she could do was clamp her thighs together, more a gesture than a defense. "You… what's wrong?" Suddenly she felt a shove, and she heard Adam Wokey's voice right beside her. "Nothing…" Brooke jolted out of her daze. Instinct took over. She threw both hands forward and shoved with everything she had. Thud! There was a dull thud on the floor. Rodrigo Shirvinton toppled off the bed. "Babe, what made that noise?" Adam rubbed his bleary, drunken eyes. Earlier that evening, Adam had brought his colleague Rodrigo home for drinks. After downing a bottle of baijiu (a strong Chinese liquor), the two of them were blind drunk. Brooke had settled Rodrigo in the spare bedroom to rest, then helped Adam into the master bed. In the middle of the night, the brazen Rodrigo crept into their room and laid hands on her. Faced with Adam's question, Brooke faltered. Thinking fast, she made up an excuse. "A… a mouse. It knocked over the water glass." "Damn mouse-so annoying…" Adam could barely pry his eyes open. He flopped around on the bed, but his limbs wouldn't cooperate. "Go back to sleep. I'll go check!" Brooke hurried into her clothes and slipped out of bed.

Nights of Desire

Chapter 1: Jolted Awake

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