Todos os capítulos de Touch Me, Step-Daddy; Forbidden Cravings: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Alex's POVI didn't see Dean that morning.I didn't want to see him even.I woke up still shaky from the dream, my thighs sticky and my heart aching in a way that made me want to scream into my pillow until my throat was raw.Instead, I got up, took a cold shower that did absolutely nothing to help, threw on jeans and a hoodie, and left the house before he could corner me with another lecture or worse, look at me with those dark eyes that saw too much.The academy felt like a safe haven for once. People milling around, chatting about their projects, completely oblivious to the mess inside my head.I grabbed coffee from the campus café and sat outside on one of the benches, staring at my phone without really seeing it."Hey stranger."I looked up. Valerie.She was one of those effortlessly beautiful girls who always looked put together even when she claimed she'd just rolled out of bed. Long dark hair, perfect skin, clothes that looked expensive but casual.We'd talked a few times over

Alex's POV"We have to stop.”"Why?""Because if we don't, I won't be able to.""Then don't," I whispered. "Don't stop. Please, Dean. I need you."His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw working. And then he pulled away, completely.He stood up, taking several steps back until he was halfway across the bathroom."No," he stated flatly. "This isn't happening."I stared at him, confusion and hurt flooding through me. "What?""Get out of the tub. Dry yourself off and go to bed.""Dean...""I'm not doing this with you, Alex." His voice was cold now and distant. Like he'd flipped a switch and shut down completely. “This was a mistake.”"Again with the mistake?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You just kissed me. You just... you touched me. You looked at me like you wanted to devour me. And now you're calling it a mistake?""Yes."I climbed out of the tub, water dripping everywhere, not bothering to grab a towel."Bullshit," I spat. "That's complete bullshit and you know it.""Cover yourself.""Why?"

Alex's POV"Stop."His voice cracked on the word, but the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.He wanted this.He wanted this so badly I could see it written all over his face. In the way his hand was still tangled in my hair like he couldn't quite let go. In the way his cock was still rock hard and leaking, begging for my mouth to come back.But he was fighting it. Fighting me and fighting himself.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my lips still swollen and tingling."Why?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Why do you keep stopping?"He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching so hard.“I can't do this here," he gritted out.I blinked, confusion cutting through the haze of alcohol."What?""Not here." His eyes opened, locking onto mine in that same way that made my breath catch. "Not in this room. Not in the bed I shared with your mother."I looked around. At the massive bed. At the nightstands on either side. At the dresser with its neat array of items. At the curta

Alex's POVMum had never mentioned her. Not once. Not in all the years I'd been alive. In fact, she told me once that she was an only child."My aunt," I repeated slowly."That's right." Crystal's smile remained fixed in place, cold and sharp. "Catherine's younger sister. I'm surprised she never told you about me.""She didn't," I confirmed, crossing my arms. "Why is that?"Crystal's smile faltered slightly. "We had a... complicated relationship. A falling out years ago. But that's all in the past now.""Is it?" I challenged.Her eyes hardened. "Your mother is dead. Whatever issues we had died with her. I'm here now because I have a legal right to be here."Mr. Mars stepped forward, his expression apologetic. "Miss Alex, perhaps we should all sit down and discuss this properly.""Discuss what?" I demanded, not taking my eyes off Crystal. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"Crystal straightened, her posture becoming even more rigid. "I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine."

Alex's POVI didn't leave my room for three days.Three days of lying in bed, replaying that moment over and over in my head.*I'll do it. I'll marry you.*The words haunted me. Echoed in my skull until I thought I'd go insane.Dean had agreed to marry Crystal.He'd looked me in the eye, seen how much it was destroying me, and still said yes.Because of a promise to my dead mother. Because he thought he was protecting me.Because he was a fucking idiot who didn't understand that I didn't need protection. I needed him.On the fourth day, Mr. Mars knocked on my door."Miss Alex? May I come in?"I didn't answer.He came in anyway, carrying a tray with food I wouldn't eat and juice I wouldn't drink."You need to eat something," he urged gently, setting the tray on my nightstand."I'm not hungry.""You haven't eaten in three days.""I don't care."He sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Miss Alex, I know this is difficult...""Difficult?" I interrupted, finally looking at him. "He'