On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Dexter

I was back on my feet before she ended that sentence.

“You better not be fucking with me, because I swear to God, I’ll go through another nervous breakdown if you’re joking,” I growled. She giggled and something flickered in her eyes. I spotted her lust straight away. She was turned on while I was worried about her emotional well-being.

I bet her pussy was already soaking for me. Flaming desire blinded me for a second and I lifted her off her chair. She was hanging on my shoulder, laughing hysterically.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I snapped at the waiter when he walked through the door with another bottle of wine. He grumbled something under his breath and disappeared shortly after that. I was already imagining what I could do to her. This time I was planning to proceed slowly, strip that lovely dress off her and devour every inch of her body—and keep going until sunrise, until neither of us could take any more.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she pointed out.

“Shut up, Barbie.”

I barged through the door and threw her on this enormous bed covered with silky cotton sheets. There were endless possibilities of what I wanted to do to her, but her pleasure was a priority. My cock was already rock hard and I now knew for sure I couldn’t ever see myself with any other woman. Sasha was perfect and she was mine.

She went on her hands and knees, exposing her magnificent boobs and biting her lip. Slowly crawling to me, she began unbuttoning my expensive shirt that I bought especially for her. This fucking woman was going to ruin me, but in a good way. My heart had never beat so fast, thumping in my ears. Her eyes looked hungry and my dick was hurting because I was so hard. I didn’t think I was going to last for more than ten seconds once I was inside her.

“Dexter, you’re so freaking hot. Numb me, please. I don’t want to wait any longer,” she purred, pulling me down to the bed. I claimed her mouth like a starving man, slipping my tongue deep inside, teasing and caressing her tongue. It was fucking heaven and I needed to be inside her.

I started pulling her dress off slowly, trying to catch my fucking breath and savor the moment. Soon she stood only in her underwear, a red lace bra and matching skimpy thong. I couldn’t cope; she was so beautiful, ready to spread herself wide for me. Sasha smelled like a musky wildflower and sex, her scent made me drunk with my own desire. My cock was throbbing when I lowered myself over her, sucking on her nipples and caressing her hot, wet sex.

“You have no fucking idea what I’m going to do to you,” I growled, tearing off my shirt as if I were in a race. My trousers flew across the room while I kept my gaze on Sasha. I played with her tits, sucking and nibbling until she was moaning, trying to hurry me up. My mouth started moving down her stomach to her pelvis. I laughed and looked at her. Her hips were shaking with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to hear her loud screams. I was the master of her pleasure tonight; I owned her.

She bit her lower lip and arched her hips forward; I flicked my tongue out slowly to lick the length of her slit. When I got a taste of her honeyed sex, I started licking her greedily, kissing her opening deeply, showing her what she had missed. My cock shuddered, and all I could think of was fucking her into endless orgasms. Her pussy was flowing with arousal juices. She had been ready since I showed up on her doorstep again, asking for forgiveness.

“Dex, more, oh please, more,” she begged. I smiled wolfishly, ready to fulfill her wishes, when something shifted in me. I had no fucking idea why, but I suddenly stopped. This whole thing didn’t feel right. Only a week ago she’d hated me, claiming that she didn’t trust me, and now she was spreading her legs for me, straight after I told her about her mother being in love with Joey. This was fucked up, and for the first time in my life I didn’t want to do this. It didn’t feel right.

“Dexter, what the hell? Why did you stop?”

I crawled next to her to be closer, and my eyes never left hers.

“You’re using sex to tame the anger for your mother, Barbie. You aren’t ready for full blown-up fucking tonight,” I said, wrapping my fingers around hers. My cock was ready to burst, and I wanted her, more than ever, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, but I couldn’t go through with it. Not like this, not right now. I went a month without sex, so I guess I could wait a bit longer.

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m ready,” she yelled, taking my hand down to her sex to finish what we started.

“Don’t bullshit me. I am the king of denial. You just found out that your mother had an affair with her stepbrother and you threw yourself at me to avoid thinking about it, like it’s perfectly normal. I can be an idiot sometimes, but I’m not fucking stupid.”

She slid off the bed and picked up her dress. Great, so now she was pissed at me. That was the fucking reason that I avoided relationships for so long. Women were still an enigma to me. I was an asshole when I wanted to fuck her brains out, and now I was an asshole when I wanted to protect her.

“I want you to take me home,” she said, now fully dressed, staring down at me. I got up, pressed my palm over my crotch to rearrange my dick into a more comfortable position. The area around my groin was on fire.

“Stop acting put out, Barbie. I want to bend you over my knee and spank you so hard that you won’t sit for a week for the shit that you’ve just pulled on me. You’re hurt and angry that your beloved mother hid a secret from you. Maybe we should have talked about this first, before jumping straight to sex.”

mother has betrayed me. Things would have been different between us if she’d said something, anything. Instead, she tricked me into this whole apartment business, pretending like she wanted to help

father,” I said, opening up about my feelings for the first time. “I avoided everything that had been going on for so long, and I regret it now. I wish that I had reached out to him more, to fucking try to understand what was wrong. Sasha, just don’t use sex to

angry. Let’s just sleep here

right, Barbie, but only because I said

Sasha

kept this news to himself for nearly a week. I thought that if

to speak daily, but after my move, things changed. In London our conversations became more and more rare and always brief. I had visited my parents during Christmas break, but I was too afraid to go

this crushing secret. She could have been with Joey, they weren’t even related, but she still chose Dad. I was always convinced that my parents loved each other, but I never actually saw them in love. Yes, Dad had joked that she was the only woman for him, but looking back, I had no idea if they were truly happy. Maybe

claiming that I wasn’t ready. It was kind of sweet, but it annoyed me anyway. We talked a little, and he even managed to open

up before he did. For a moment I just lay in bed, thinking about our conversations over the past few weeks. Last night I’d pushed him. I thought that sex would solve most of my problems. With anyone else he probably wouldn’t

beautiful shadows around the room artfully. All the wooden furniture was antique and yet fit well in the modern scheme. Everything was finished up to a really high standard. I decided to sneak out to the terrace to make

Sasha bunny. How are you?” Mum asked,

“Hey, Mum. Are you alone?” I asked calmly. She would not talk to me if Dad

the last shop for

about Joey,” I

have forgiven

felt a little betrayed that she had shared this with him first, rather than me. We used to tell each other everything, but that was before my move to London. After that traumatic time I shut myself down and stopped talking to my own mother. Kirk not only ruined me as a woman, but he also damaged my relationship

but I didn’t call to talk to you about him. I called because I wanted to know why

on the other side of the phone for a while. Then I

decision, that I didn’t marry him. Things were different then; people wouldn’t have understood. Your grandfather was strict, and he

reasonable, but still. She

see him after

forgot about him. Maybe that’s why he never got married. He wrote to

too soon, but I still felt betrayed.

coward, afraid of a real love. Sasha, bunny, I don’t expect you to understand. The attitudes were different then and he was my stepbrother. This wouldn’t have been easy. His

the apartment. You would

sorry that I made you

the tears away. “Just don’t lie to me anymore. I can’t take

sorry, darling. Tell me. How are things with

changed, but I think I need

remember to follow your heart, not your head. He loves you… I know that he does. When he was here, we talked. He never said it, but his eyes gave it away. At first I thought that it was all too soon for

didn’t love me; he liked the idea of loving me. We had known each other for two months and

will see, Mum. It’s early days. I don’t want to get my hopes up. We both carry

best. I buried this secret years ago and I thought Joey was behind me. Maybe

my trust. We said

don’t scare me like that. I thought you left me,” Dexter said appearing at the door. He had sexy messy hair and

hungry. Let’s