All Chapters of Touch Me, Step-Daddy; Forbidden Cravings: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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,

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 brea

Alex's POV "No,” I said immediately. Every single pair of eyes turned to me. Mr. Hargrove, Mr. Mars, and Dean. All three of them, staring at me like I had just slapped someone across the face. I straightened up in my chair, lifting my chin even though my heart was hammering so hard against my ribs. "I don't need the inheritance," I told them, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage. "Not if it comes with all of this." I gestured vaguely toward the papers on the desk, toward Dean, toward everything. "I understand my mother wanted what was best for me. I do. And I respect that, more than anything. But I can't let her control my life like this. Not even from the grave." My hands were shaking under the desk where no one could see them, but my face was calm. Mr. Hargrove cleared his throat. It was the kind of sound that immediately told me I wasn't going to like what came next. He shuffled through his papers slowly, like he was giving me one last chance to brace mys

Alex's POV"Looking for this?"It was the first time he had spoken to me since I came back. Not a single word at the funeral, not during the will reading, not when he walked out of the study without even glancing my way. But God, his voice.It was deeper than I remembered. Rougher, more strained, like he had been smoking too much or hadn't slept in days. It was hoarse in a way that made something twist low in my stomach despite everything. Despite the anger, despite the humiliation, despite the fact that I wanted to rip that diary right out of his hands and set it on fire along with everything else.It had never sounded sexier.I stood there for a second, frozen, the heat from the dying flames still warm against my back. My jaw tightened. I lifted my hand, held it up so he could see it clearly and gave him the middle finger. Held it there, making sure he got the message.Then I turned on my heel and walked away without looking back.I didn't run though I wanted to. Every part of me

Alex's POVDean turned around slowly. His blue eyes met mine, and for a split second, I thought I saw something flicker in them. Something that looked almost like hesitation. But it was gone before I could be sure."Of course I did," he responded, his voice flat and emotionless.That was it.He turned back around, walked out of the room, and pulled the door shut behind him with a soft thud.Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. I sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door, my chest heaving with uneven breaths.That was it? That was all the conversation we could have after four years? Four years of me being gone, four years of silence, four years of trying to move on and failing miserably.The anger drained out of me all at once, leaving nothing but this hollow, aching emptiness in its place.I fell back onto the bed, my arms splayed out at my sides, and let the tears fall. They came silently this time, sliding down my temples and int