All Chapters of Touch Me, Step-Daddy; Forbidden Cravings: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dean's POV"Sir, Miss Alex is not in her room."The cigarette I had been lifting to my lips stopped midway, suspended in the air between my fingers.I looked up slowly, my eyes landing on Mars standing in the doorway of my study. His face was tight with worry, his hands clasped in front of him in that way he always did when he was trying to stay professional but couldn't quite hide his concern.I brought the cigarette the rest of the way to my mouth, took a long drag, and exhaled the smoke slowly before responding."Call her then," I told him, my voice calm and even. "Ask her where she is."Mars hesitated.That hesitation told me everything I needed to know. Something was wrong. Something was very fucking wrong.I leaned back in my chair, watching him carefully, the cigarette still burning between my fingers."Is there something else?" Mars shifted on his feet, his hands tightening where they were clasped together."Miss Alex didn't take her phone, sir," he finally admitted. "When yo

Alex's POV"What's all this about?"I didn't know where the courage came from, but the words left my mouth before I could stop them.My heart was still racing from what he had just said, from the threat of being killed right in front of Dean, but somehow the curiosity was stronger than the fear. It burned in my chest, demanding answers.What the hell was all this about? Why was I here? What did Dean have to do with these dangerous-looking men with their serpent tattoos and their guns and their casual talk about killing people?The man who had crouched in front of me, the one they called boss, turned his head slightly to look at me. His expression shifted, amusement flickering across his face.He didn't answer though. He just smirked, that same devious smile that made my skin crawl.Then he reached down and picked up the roll of duct tape that the other guy had dropped on the floor earlier. He tore off a fresh piece, the sound of it ripping loud in the quiet room."No, wait…" I started

Alex's POVWhen I opened my eyes, Dean was standing right in front of me.I looked up at him, taking in the sight of him properly for the first time since all of this had started.His beard looked different now. Like it had more white strands than black, even though I knew it was because he was older now. He was 50.His eyes were on me, but there was something else there too. Something I hadn't seen before. Worry and relief.It was such an unusual sight that I almost didn't recognize it. Dean never looked worried. He never looked relieved. He was always so controlled, so fucking composed, like nothing in the world could ever touch him.But right now, he looked like he had just pulled me back from the edge of something terrible."Can you walk?" he asked, his voice rough and low.I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice just yet.He stretched out his hand toward me, and I took it without thinking, letting him pull me up to my feet.But the moment I was standing, he didn't let go.Instead

Alex's POV I couldn't tear my eyes away. Dean sat there under the full moon, his legs spread wide and head tipped back just enough to show the strain in his tattooed neck. His hand moved up and down that massive cock, the length of it gleaming in the light with slightly visible thick veins pulsing under his grip. Fuck, it was bigger than I'd ever imagined in my wildest dreams. The head was swollen and dark with precum slicking his strokes. My pussy throbbed instantly, heat flooding me as I watched, hidden behind the curtain. I should've left, I should've run back to my room and forget this. But my feet were glued, my breath shallow and my body betraying me with that familiar ache.He groaned low, a vibrating sound. My nipples hardened against my nightshirt. "Alex," he muttered, eyes still closed, hand speeding up a fraction. Was he... thinking of me? My name on his lips like that sent a shiver straight to my core. I bit my lip hard, thighs pressing together as wetness pooled

Alex's POVWe both sat at opposite ends of the dining table.The distance between us felt massive, even though it was probably only ten feet or so. The table was set beautifully, like it always was. White linen, polished silverware, fresh flowers in the center. Everything perfect.But the atmosphere was anything but.I kept glancing at him, then looking away the second I thought he might notice.We were really doing this. Having breakfast together. Just the two of us.My insides tingled with something I didn't want to name, something that made my chest feel tight and my stomach flip.But I reminded myself, firmly, that I was just doing this to get along with him. Nothing more.That was all.Dean ate his food methodically, cutting into his eggs carefully, chewing slowly, not once glancing my way or acknowledging my presence.It was like I wasn't even there.I picked at my own plate, pushing the food around more than actually eating it, my appetite nonexistent.The silence stretched on