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Alex's POV

His blue eyes widened the second my dress hit the floor, but I caught it right away; that flicker of darkness deep in them.

His face turned stern and jaw tight

"Alex, what the hell are you doing?"

I didn't let it stop me. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears, but I started walking toward him slowly.

"I don't care that you're twenty years older than me, Dean. I don't care what my mother would say or think. I can't let this wedding happen. I won't."

He cleared his throat roughly, and turned away for a second.

He grabbed his suit jacket from the chair and walked toward me. My pulse went wild, thumping hard as he got closer.

He draped the jacket over my shoulders gently, covering my naked chest. His voice came out low and controlled.

"Showing me your body like this won't change anything, Alex. It won't make a difference."

But I wasn't backing down. This was my chance. I seized it, stepping in fast and wrapping my arms around him, pressing my bare breasts right against his crisp white shirt.

It was cool against my skin, but I could feel the heat of his body underneath, the hard muscles I'd dreamed about for years.

"Are you sure it doesn't move you at all?" I whispered, looking up at him. "Tell me you feel nothing right now."

His heart beat steady against my cheek, strong and even, not racing like mine. It turned me on even more, feeling him so solid, so real.

I leaned closer to his ear, my lips brushing the skin there.

"Don't you want to know how wet I am for you? Right now, Dean. I've been soaked just thinking about you."

He whispered back, "You don't want this either, Alex. I'm trying to stop you from creating a disaster you'll regret."

But he still wasn't pushing me away. His hands stayed at his sides, but he didn't move back. That alone gave me all the courage I needed.

I looked deep into his eyes, those intense blue ones that never left mine, and started running my hands over his chest.

"I dream about you every single day and night, Dean. You've done so many dirty things to me in those dreams. You've tied me up, spanked me, fucked me until I couldn't walk. We can do it now, for real. I'll let you have me however you want. I'll surrender everything to you. Just please... you can't marry my mother."

His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, making my walls clench around nothing. My thighs pressed together instinctively.

Was this actually happening? He wasn't stopping me.

I felt bold, desperate. I took his hand in mine and brought it up, placing it right on my bare breast. My nipple hardened instantly under his palm. I looked at him with pure desperation; he had to see it in my eyes.

"Touch me, Dean. Please. If you touch me, really touch me, then you have to call off the wedding. We can figure out how to tell Mum. We can make it work somehow."

His gaze dropped to where his hand rested on my soft skin. He hesitated for a second, then gently squeezed. Fuck, his large fingers were so warm and firm.

A low, hoarse sound escaped him. "Damn, Alex... you're not a little girl anymore."

Joy rushed through me; he was finally seeing me as a woman. I smiled a little.

"I can show you exactly how grown I am."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. My whole mind and heart felt like they exploded the moment our mouths met.

He didn't pull away. He let me kiss him. His lips were surprisingly soft, warm, and I melted into it.

Oh God, how long had I waited for this? Years of fantasies, and now it was real.

A moan slipped out of me as he squeezed my breast again, his other hand coming to my waist, gripping lightly.

Was this him accepting me? Accepting everything I'd confessed?

I wished someone would burst in right now; Mum, a guest, anyone; and see us like this. The wedding would be over instantly, even if Mum would be furious beyond words. But no one came. It was just us.

His strong arms suddenly lifted me like I weighed nothing, and he set me down on the table beside us.

I gasped when he broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes. I couldn't read him; those sinister eyes gave nothing away. Was he feeling this too? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

Before I could figure it out, his large hands cupped my thighs and spread them wide, stepping between them so his body was pressed close.

My heart skipped so many beats I lost count.

His eyes never left mine as one hand slid higher, finding my soaked pussy through the thin lace.

He started massaging slowly.

"Look at you," he whispered roughly. "Not a little kitten anymore. So wet for me already."

I moaned loud, head jerking back from the pleasure, but I forced it forward again to watch him. I was terrified if I looked away even for a second, he'd vanish, or I'd wake up alone in my bed again.

His finger pushed the lace aside and plunged deep inside me roughly.

A sharp cry escaped my lips; Dean's fingers were actually inside me. Better than any dream. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming, out of this world.

"Dean," I cried out his name.

He shushed me quickly with a finger to my lips. "Quiet. Not a sound."

I nodded fast, biting my lip hard. He thrust again and again with the wet squelching sounds filling the room each time.

His thick fingers slammed deep into my soaking wet pussy, curling against my G-spot while I moaned like a total slut and bucked my hips desperately. I was dripping, quivering, about to explode all over his hand.

When the orgasm hit, it crashed over me hard; I jerked against his hand, clenching around his fingers, waves rolling through me until I was shaking.

He pulled his fingers out slowly and stepped back, heading toward the small restroom attached to the room.

I sat there panting, my body still buzzing with satisfaction, but confusion crept in fast.

"Where are you going?" I called out in a shaky voice.

He turned with a completely blank expression. "To wash my hands."

I blinked, more confused than ever. "That's... that's all?"

He sighed, walking back toward me calm as anything.

"You came, didn't you? You got the orgasm you've been chasing."

I stared at him, shock hitting me like cold water. "What are you talking about?"

"Get dressed and leave, Alex. I need to finish getting ready for my wedding."

I jumped off the table despite my legs still being wobbly.

"What was this all about? You kissed me. You... you fingered me. And now you're telling me to leave like nothing happened?"

He picked up my dress from the floor without a word and handed it to me.

"I meant what I told you earlier. Nothing can ever happen between us. I've given you what you wanted so bad. A quick release. So you should stop."

My skin went ice cold. What?