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Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Dexter
I was back on my feet before she ended that sentence.
“You better not be fucking with me, because I swear to God, I’ll go through another nervous breakdown
if you’re joking,” I growled. She giggled and something flickered in her eyes. I spotted her lust straight
away. She was turned on while I was worried about her emotional well-being.
I bet her pussy was already soaking for me. Flaming desire blinded me for a second and I lifted her off
her chair. She was hanging on my shoulder, laughing hysterically.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I snapped at the waiter when he walked through the door with another bottle
of wine. He grumbled something under his breath and disappeared shortly after that. I was already
imagining what I could do to her. This time I was planning to proceed slowly, strip that lovely dress off
her and devour every inch of her body—and keep going until sunrise, until neither of us could take any
more.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she pointed out.
“Shut up, Barbie.”
I barged through the door and threw her on this enormous bed covered with silky cotton sheets. There
were endless possibilities of what I wanted to do to her, but her pleasure was a priority. My cock was
already rock hard and I now knew for sure I couldn’t ever see myself with any other woman. Sasha was
perfect and she was mine.
She went on her hands and knees, exposing her magnificent boobs and biting her lip. Slowly crawling
to me, she began unbuttoning my expensive shirt that I bought especially for her. This fucking woman
was going to ruin me, but in a good way. My heart had never beat so fast, thumping in my ears. Her
eyes looked hungry and my dick was hurting because I was so hard. I didn’t think I was going to last for
more than ten seconds once I was inside her.
“Dexter, you’re so freaking hot. Numb me, please. I don’t want to wait any longer,” she purred, pulling
me down to the bed. I claimed her mouth like a starving man, slipping my tongue deep inside, teasing
and caressing her tongue. It was fucking heaven and I needed to be inside her.
I started pulling her dress off slowly, trying to catch my fucking breath and savor the moment. Soon she
stood only in her underwear, a red lace bra and matching skimpy thong. I couldn’t cope; she was so
beautiful, ready to spread herself wide for me. Sasha smelled like a musky wildflower and sex, her
scent made me drunk with my own desire. My cock was throbbing when I lowered myself over her,
sucking on her nipples and caressing her hot, wet sex.
“You have no fucking idea what I’m going to do to you,” I growled, tearing off my shirt as if I were in a
race. My trousers flew across the room while I kept my gaze on Sasha. I played with her tits, sucking
and nibbling until she was moaning, trying to hurry me up. My mouth started moving down her stomach
to her pelvis. I laughed and looked at her. Her hips were shaking with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to
hear her loud screams. I was the master of her pleasure tonight; I owned her.
She bit her lower lip and arched her hips forward; I flicked my tongue out slowly to lick the length of her
slit. When I got a taste of her honeyed sex, I started licking her greedily, kissing her opening deeply,
showing her what she had missed. My cock shuddered, and all I could think of was fucking her into
endless orgasms. Her pussy was flowing with arousal juices. She had been ready since I showed up
on her doorstep again, asking for forgiveness.
“Dex, more, oh please, more,” she begged. I smiled wolfishly, ready to fulfill her wishes, when
something shifted in me. I had no fucking idea why, but I suddenly stopped. This whole thing didn’t feel
right. Only a week ago she’d hated me, claiming that she didn’t trust me, and now she was spreading
her legs for me, straight after I told her about her mother being in love with Joey. This was fucked up,
and for the first time in my life I didn’t want to do this. It didn’t feel right.
“Dexter, what the hell? Why did you stop?”
I crawled next to her to be closer, and my eyes never left hers.
“You’re using sex to tame the anger for your mother, Barbie. You aren’t ready for full blown-up fucking
tonight,” I said, wrapping my fingers around hers. My cock was ready to burst, and I wanted her, more
than ever, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, but I couldn’t go through with it. Not like this, not right
now. I went a month without sex, so I guess I could wait a bit longer.
“What are you talking about? Of course I’m ready,” she yelled, taking my hand down to her sex to finish
what we started.
“Don’t bullshit me. I am the king of denial. You just found out that your mother had an affair with her
stepbrother and you threw yourself at me to avoid thinking about it, like it’s perfectly normal. I can be an
idiot sometimes, but I’m not fucking stupid.”
She slid off the bed and picked up her dress. Great, so now she was pissed at me. That was the
fucking reason that I avoided relationships for so long. Women were still an enigma to me. I was an
asshole when I wanted to fuck her brains out, and now I was an asshole when I wanted to protect her.
“I want you to take me home,” she said, now fully dressed, staring down at me. I got up, pressed my
palm over my crotch to rearrange my dick into a more comfortable position. The area around my groin
was on fire.
“Stop acting put out, Barbie. I want to bend you over my knee and spank you so hard that you won’t sit
for a week for the shit that you’ve just pulled on me. You’re hurt and angry that your beloved mother hid
a secret from you. Maybe we should have talked about this first, before jumping straight to sex.”
“Dex, she lied to me, and I can’t just forget about it. My first boyfriend cheated on me, then Kirk, and
now my mother has betrayed me. Things would have been different between us if she’d said
something, anything. Instead, she tricked me into this whole apartment business, pretending like she
wanted to help me, but all along it was a cover-up.”
“Maybe she had her reasons, Sash. He was her stepbrother; I don’t know, maybe she was ashamed
and scared that you wouldn’t understand. I made the same mistake. I didn’t want to talk to my own
father,” I said, opening up about my feelings for the first time. “I avoided everything that had been going
on for so long, and I regret it now. I wish that I had reached out to him more, to fucking try to
understand what was wrong. Sasha, just don’t use sex to deal with whatever shit you feel. It doesn’t
work. As you know, I’d been doing it for years and look where it got me.” We were both damaged and
miserable, but we had each other. We didn’t need to make the same mistakes as our parents.
“All right, I’m sorry. I was angry. Let’s just sleep here tonight. I don’t want to go home.”
“All right, Barbie, but only because I said so.”
Sasha
Dexter knew about Joey and Mum. I couldn’t comprehend why he hadn’t said anything; he’d kept this
news to himself for nearly a week. I thought that if I let him have sex with me, I could forget about
everything for a while.
After the trauma with Kirk, I had drifted away from Mum. We used to speak daily, but after my move,
things changed. In London our conversations became more and more rare and always brief. I had
visited my parents during Christmas break, but I was too afraid to go anywhere and I went back to
London on Boxing Day. Kirk was still in my nightmares.
For years, Mum had been hiding this crushing secret. She could have been with Joey, they weren’t
even related, but she still chose Dad. I was always convinced that my parents loved each other, but I
never actually saw them in love. Yes, Dad had joked that she was the only woman for him, but looking
back, I had no idea if they were truly happy. Maybe all these years she wondered how different her life
would have been if she had married Joey instead.
Dexter saw right through me and refused to fuck me, claiming that I wasn’t ready. It was kind of sweet,
but it annoyed me anyway. We talked a little, and he even managed to open up about his own father.
After I wiped my tears away, we finished our meal. Then he ran me a bath. An hour later I was asleep,
snuggled into his chest.
I woke up before he did. For a moment I just lay in bed, thinking about our conversations over the past
few weeks. Last night I’d pushed him. I thought that sex would solve most of my problems. With
anyone else he probably wouldn’t have stopped, but I wasn’t just anyone else anymore.
The apartment we were staying in was enormous, designed with passion. The main wall was a rich
purple, which matched the sumptuous, deep-pile carpet. The sofa and chairs were a soft cream colour
and they were all puffed up with soft, gold-accented cushions. The chandelier and matching side lamps
had ornately cut crystals that refracted the light so they cast their beautiful shadows around the room
artfully. All the wooden furniture was antique and yet fit well in the modern scheme. Everything was
finished up to a really high standard. I decided to sneak out to the terrace to make a phone call. My
parents were going on their dream holiday in a couple of hours’ time. I needed to clear the air before
they would be gone.
“Hi, Sasha bunny. How are you?” Mum asked, sounding excited, much different than yesterday.
I dragged more air into my lungs, knowing that this would be hard. “Hey, Mum. Are you alone?” I asked
calmly. She would not talk to me if Dad was in the room.
“Your Dad is out, doing the last shop for the trip.”
“Dexter told me about Joey,” I said quietly.
“So you have forgiven him?”
I looked at the phone. It sounded like Dexter had told her everything. This wasn’t something that I
expected. Deep down I felt a little betrayed that she had shared this with him first, rather than me. We
used to tell each other everything, but that was before my move to London. After that traumatic time I
shut myself down and stopped talking to my own mother. Kirk not only ruined me as a woman, but he
also damaged my relationship with people close to me.
“Dex is… trying, Mum, but I didn’t call to talk to you about him. I called because I wanted to know why
you lied to me.”
There was a silence on the other side of the phone for a while. Then I heard her heavy breath.
“I was young and stupid. I felt ashamed that I didn’t make the right decision, that I didn’t marry him.
Things were different then; people wouldn’t have understood. Your grandfather was strict, and he had a
good reputation. He told me straight that he would disown me if I chose Joey.”
I had never met my grandfather. Her explanation sounded reasonable, but still. She could have told me
the truth.
“Did you see him after I was born?”
“A few times over the course of twenty years. He made sure that I never forgot about him. Maybe that’s
why he never got married. He wrote to me for years, but I never replied to any of his letters.”
I had to pull the phone away to breathe. I’d judged her too soon, but I still felt betrayed. “If you weren’t
happy with Dad, then why didn’t you divorce him?”
“Because I couldn’t do that to him. As partners, we understood each other. I was a coward, afraid of a
real love. Sasha, bunny, I don’t expect you to understand. The attitudes were different then and he was
my stepbrother. This wouldn’t have been easy. His mother never really liked me.”
“You should have kept the apartment. You would have loved it.”
“I’m sorry, bunny; I’m sorry that I made you do this.” She sobbed into the phone.
I tried to breathe, forcing the tears away. “Just don’t lie to me anymore. I can’t take it.”
“I promise. I’m sorry, darling. Tell me. How are things with Dexter? Have you forgiven him yet?”
“I’m trying. He’s changed, but I think I need more time. We’re having dinner with his family today.”
“That’s good, Sasha. Always remember to follow your heart, not your head. He loves you… I know that
he does. When he was here, we talked. He never said it, but his eyes gave it away. At first I thought
that it was all too soon for you, but I think you need to be happy. You need to move on.”
My mother couldn’t be serious. Dexter didn’t love me; he liked the idea of loving me. We had known
each other for two months and everything was so fresh.
“We will see, Mum. It’s early days. I don’t want to get my hopes up. We both carry scars that are deep
and sorrowful.”
“You will do what you think is best. I buried this secret years ago and I thought Joey was behind me.
Maybe it was destiny—if it weren’t for him, you would have never met Dexter.”
Funny, this was the same thing Dexter said. She was right, but I needed some time to think about her
lies, to digest this whole secret. She had broken my trust. We said our goodbyes and promised to talk C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
in a couple of weeks. I was still angry that she’d manipulated me like that and I missed Joey’s
apartment.
“Fuck, Sasha, don’t scare me like that. I thought you left me,” Dexter said appearing at the door. He
had sexy messy hair and he was shirtless. I walked up to him and took his hand.
“I’m hungry. Let’s have breakfast.”
Dexter
I panicked for a moment when I woke up and she wasn’t in bed. For a split second I thought she
fucking left me. Then breakfast was absolute torture. She had on a very skimpy and sexy nightie. Her
boobs were on display nicely with her hard little nipples showing through the silk, teasing me. I could
barely think about eating while she was talking about serious shit, her mother and Joey.
Sasha wanted to try out the spa in the hotel and I needed to get distracted. My thoughts about taking
Sasha over the table and fucking her brains out were going to get me into trouble. She needed some
alone time and I thought that if I worked out, I could forget about her sweet pussy.
My cock was semi-hard, and I was raging with sexual frustration. I killed myself on the treadmill. I
jogged around fifteen miles and then abused the free weights. By the time I was back in our room,
Sasha was already there looking so fucking delicious. She wore a long, deep-red dress with a high split
that exposed her gorgeous legs as she walked or sat.
“You’re fucking going to kill me, you know that?” I barked, changing my clothes. “My cock has been
painfully hard since yesterday when you pulled that fuck-me-now shit in the bedroom.”
“I fully appreciate your patience, darling,” she said winking at me. “You know they say patience is a
virtue?”
I’d had enough of this shit. I got to her before she had a chance to take another breath. My mouth was
on hers and my fingers dug into her soft flesh. I wanted her to remember this kiss, so I worked my
mouth eagerly around her until she was breathless. The kiss was rough, but sensual. I placed my
fingers over her round ass and squeezed it. She moaned into my mouth and I was ready to strip her
naked and thrust my cock inside her wet folds.
Luckily enough I pulled away, grinning like I hadn’t just come in my boxers.
“That’s all you’re getting from me, darling. You’ll be sitting through dinner at my mother’s house wet and
needy for my cock.”
Her eyes were blazing hot and I knew that she was very wet for me, but I was good Dexter, patiently
waiting for my turn.
“Fine, I get your point. Let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” she snapped, picking up her bag.
I was planning to tease her a bit more during dinner. My mother’s house needed to be updated, but
Mum was stubborn. She didn’t want to listen when I talked about increasing the value. She liked her
old-school kitchen. She even refused to use my old room. All my teenage stuff was still on the walls.
Sasha kept asking me about my father while we were driving. In the past, the subject had angered me,
but now I knew that I had to talk about him. I’d made a deal with Bishop: he let me out early, and I was
supposed to open up, talk about my feelings.
I was glad when we arrived, because she finally gave it a rest. Jack was there with the twins and his
wife, Emily, teasing me like always. Sasha was the first woman that I ever brought home, so everyone
was taking the piss. Lunch went better than I expected. The twins loved Sasha, and Emily was already
planning our wedding. The conversation flew; even Connor dragged his sorry ass from upstairs. I kept
teasing Sasha under the table, moving my hand over her thigh. I couldn’t wait to get her alone in my
room.
“You keep this girl close. She’s the best thing that’s happened to you,” Mum said when I was putting the
plates in the dishwasher.
“I know that, Mum.”
“Do you love her?”
Wow, my mother didn’t beat around the bush at all. Crap, no one knew how I felt.
“I’d rather not label anything yet, Ma. We haven’t really known each other for long,” I said. That was
bullshit, but I was waiting for the right moment. My mother didn’t need to know anything before Sasha
did.
“Dexter, don’t be stupid. Stop hiding and tell her how you feel. I’ve been waiting long enough for you to
bring someone home.”
I nodded. This sounded fucking easy, but I had no idea how was I supposed to tell Sasha that was in
love with her. She wouldn’t believe me. I had burned myself in her eyes. I had to regain her trust first.
Later on, I followed her to the bathroom. She was pissed that I kept teasing her at the dinner table,
whilst my family was asking questions about her work in the hospital.
“Not so fast, Barbie girl,” I said and slid in after her. She was giving me an easy access with that sexy
red dress of hers.
“Get out. Someone will hear us. Don’t be disrespectful,” she hissed. I pinned her against the shower
door, flashing her my charming smile.
“I can’t help myself. You’re too sexy to resist,” I murmured and lifted her dress, pressing myself closer.
There wasn’t much space in the bathroom, but it was enough to drive her insane.