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Alex's POV

"Uh…Dean...fuck…"

A breathy moan slipped out of my mouth. My body arched up toward him as his lips claimed my nipples.

His tongue swirled around it, sucking with just enough force to make me gasp, while his fingers were deep inside me, curling in that perfect way that sent sparks shooting through my core.

My hands were tied tight to the bedpost above my head and the ropes bit into my wrists with every move I made.

My body felt like it was on fire; half of it was red from all the bites and spanks he'd given me earlier. I was facing up, completely exposed.

Above me, his huge figure loomed, still in his trousers but bare-chested, muscles rippling under that smooth skin.

He bent down again, taking my other nipple into his mouth, sucking even harder this time.

His fingers finally slid out of me, leaving me aching and empty, but he didn't stop teasing.

He lifted his head, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine as a sly smirk played on his lips.

"Come on, Alex," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"You know what I want to hear. Call me Daddy. You're such a slutty little 22-year-old, aren't you?"

I couldn't help it; the words made my whole body pulse, my vagina clenching around nothing, so desperate for him.

"Daddy…”

It felt so dirty, so right, and I wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside me, to fill me up completely.

He chuckled, that deep sound vibrating through me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He was a devil.

"That's my girl. But I need to hear you plead for it. Tell me how bad you want me, my sly fox. Beg like you mean it."

"Please, Daddy," I gasped, my hips bucking up toward him.

"I need you inside me so bad. I've been waiting for this. Please, fuck me. I can't take it anymore; I'll do anything. Just take me, fill me up, make me yours. Please, Dean... Daddy…."

His smile turned devilish, those blue eyes beaming with pure mischief as he reached for his belt, undoing it slowly, inch by inch.

My eyes were practically bulging out of my head; it was finally happening. I couldn't wait to see his length, to feel it stretching me, to have all of him pounding into me until I scre…

“...rrrrrrrrnng”

My eyes snapped open. Damn it. I was almost there, right on the edge.

I sighed, slipping my two wet fingers out from between my thighs and staring at them, glistening in the dim light of my room.

I was daydreaming about fucking Dean Billie again, lost in that fantasy while fingering myself.

It happened way too often these days, but I hated getting interrupted like this.

It always yanked me back to reality, the cold truth that I might never get to fuck this man I've wanted for the past four years.

The horniness vanished in an instant, leaving me feeling so empty even though I'd been seconds from orgasm.

The phone rang again, insistent and annoying.

I cursed louder this time, reaching over to grab it from the nightstand. It was my mum.

"Hello?"

"Alexandra, get up and dress yourself right now. We're heading out in twenty minutes. There's an important announcement I need to make, and I won't have you dragging your feet like some lazy child. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, okay. Where are we going?"

"That's not your concern. Just make sure you look presentable. And for heaven's sake, stop dressing like a widow. I'm the one who just lost her husband, not you. Dress nicely. Something that doesn't make you look like you're attending a funeral."

I bit my lip. She always brought up Dad's death like it was some weapon to throw at me. It had been a year, but she wielded it whenever she wanted to make a point.

“I'll try my best to look good."

She didn't bother with a goodbye; the line just clicked dead.

Typical.

I tossed the phone back on the bed and headed to the bathroom, turning on the sink to wash off my slimy fingers.

I looked up at myself in the mirror, my reflection staring back with messy hair and flushed cheeks.

My mind drifted back to that moment when Dean was about to take off his belt.

Jesus, I wondered when I'd actually get to see it, to feel him for real.

Would it ever happen? Or was I just doomed to these fantasies that left me aching and alone?

I shook my head, pushed the thoughts away, and stepped into the tub.

When I was all done and dressed up; which I did try my best, I headed downstairs. The house was buzzing as usual; staff nodded and greeted me as I passed.

The butler, Mr. Mars, was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

He gestured toward the living room with a polite bow.

"Your mother is already waiting, Miss. She's in a bit of a hurry this evening."

I walked forward, my heart picking up a little. Mum was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her posture straight as a board. She had that same strict look on her face that she always wore.

She looked over at me, scanning my outfit from head to toe. She nodded once, approving, and stood up without a word, indicating we should leave.

The driver was already waiting. Mum slid in first, and I followed, settling into the plush leather seats.

Immediately the ride started, I asked, "so, Mum. Can you at least give me a hint about this announcement? Or where we're going?"

She glanced at me, her expression unchanging.

"Patience, Alexandra. You'll know soon enough. It's something that's been in the works for a while now, and it's important for our family. Just trust that it's for the best."

I sighed, leaning back. "Okay, fine. But it's not like you to keep secrets like this. Usually, you're all about laying everything out."

The limo finally pulled up to a fancy hotel. We got out, and a host escorted us inside, straight to the restaurant.

As we got closer to our reserved spot, the first person I saw was Dean Billie.

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his hair styled perfectly, and those blue eyes beaming darkly as he spotted us.

My stomach flipped, and I felt myself go wet just from looking at him. God, he was gorgeous.

But his smile was directed at Mum, not me.

She walked right up to him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

It threw me off for a second; not jealousy exactly. Dean was an actor signed under her film company, sure, but that seemed a bit too familiar.

I brushed it aside; they were friends, right? Nothing weird about a kiss on the cheek right?

I looked away and took my seat across from them.

Dean's blue eyes shifted to me then, and he gave that polite smile, the one I'd seen a hundred times over the past four years. The tattoo on his neck was so visible and fucking sexy.

He was unapproachable to most people, cold even, but with me, it was this tiny gesture. I never knew if it meant something or if I was just imagining it.

I returned the smile shyly as my cheeks heated up, and I looked down at my lap.

My heart was pounding so fast I thought it might burst.

Why were we here, in a dining restaurant with Dean of all people? And what was the big announcement?

As if she could read my thoughts, Mum cleared her throat, drawing my attention.

"Alexandra, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now."

She paused, glanced at Dean who was sitting right beside her, then back at me.

"Dean and I... we're getting married."

My awkward smile dropped like a stone. I stared at her, sure I hadn't heard right.

"What did you just say?"

"Yes, you heard me correctly. I can't remain a widow all my life. So, I'm marrying Dean."

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.