On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 19

Sasha

“Here is the key to your room, Mr Tyndall. I hope you enjoy your stay,” the receptionist said, winking at

Dexter. What the hell was wrong with her? Did she not see that he was with me? Dexter still had his

hand in my knickers, so I couldn’t make a sound. When he finally pulled his hand away, the muscles in

my stomach tightened and I groaned silently. I felt like I needed a slap. My knickers clung to my

soaking-wet pussy.

“Thank you, Laticia,” he replied with his serious tone. Good that he didn’t encourage the flirting,

because I was ready to punch her. I rolled my eyes when he grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag

me towards the lift. My head swam with delight, but I was also questioning myself, cautious about his

fingering me in public. I let him manipulate me like this. Deep down I was excited, trembling with

anticipation. Dexter was like a wild adventure: scary, thrilling, but deeply satisfying. An adventure that

could come to an end at some point, but right now he was here and I wanted more.

He was tapping his foot impatiently and when the lift arrived, he pushed me inside.

“Why are you so—”

“Shut up and tell me what you want me do to you,” he growled, cutting me off. He pushed me against

the mirror, so I was locked in his strong grip. His chest was crushing my breasts and the temperature of

my body skyrocketed to about a hundred degrees Celsius. My knickers were drenched and I wasn’t

thinking straight.

“Sex would be good, you know,” I said, trying to be funny. He narrowed his eyes at me and kicked my

legs apart with his foot. When I felt his hard length between my legs I hissed with pleasure.

“That sassy little mouth of yours will get you in so much trouble. I want details, Barbie. Tell me what you

want.” He began kissing his way down to my cleavage. His cock was pressing itself over my pussy,

which was throbbing painfully. What was it with this guy that I liked his games so much?

“Strip me and then fuck me hard,” I growled and he went down and started unbuttoning my trousers.

The lift stopped and he quickly covered me with his body, smirking. We were lucky enough that the

floor was empty. I couldn’t wait for us to get inside the room. I thought that he was fiddling with the key

just to piss me off more. Finally, we barged inside kissing passionately, moaning and panting loudly.

When I managed to pull away and look around, my jaw dropped. This wasn’t a room, it was a

presidential suite with sofas and a bar. The bedroom was triple the size of my own bedroom in the

apartment.

“Wow, this is amazing,” I gasped, but he didn’t give me much time to admire the place. He picked me

up and threw me on the bed like I didn’t weigh anything at all.

“Did I tell you that you fucking talk too much?” he asked and started stripping off. His jacket, shirt and

trousers went flying around the room. My heart began to pound when I took in all of him, standing and

watching me with fire in his eyes. This wasn’t how I imagined this afternoon would go, but I wasn’t

complaining.

“No, but did I tell you that you should be nicer to me?” I asked. I got on my knees and started crawling

towards him. He laughed, shaking his head and dropping his boxers to the floor. My breathing sped up,

and I kept my eyes glued to his erect cock. I was so turned on that I couldn’t think rationally.

“I hate to break this to you, but you only get the asshole Dexter from now on. I’m done being nice. You

like me rough, don’t you, Barbie?” he asked as I licked my lips.

His cock was just level with my face, so I started caressing his rock-hard shaft softly. He pushed his

head back and when my mouth covered the tip, he growled with approval. Everything started speeding

up. My heart pumped faster as I wrapped my lips around him and began sucking him off. Dexter

wrapped his fingers in my hair as I continued to move my mouth over his length.

I liked it that I was controlling this. I could stop it at any time and he would go mental. The thought of it

turned me on even more, my lips sucking faster, pulling and massaging as I added my hand.

Boiling heat shot through me, igniting the fire deep in my core. I wanted to make him come, or maybe

torture him a little for what he had done to me in the reception area.

“Fuck, that’s enough, Barbie. I’m going to sink my cock into your wet pussy. I bet you can’t fucking

wait,” he rasped.

I was on all fours before I took another breath. He was crawling behind me, pulling my leather trousers

down and ripping my knickers off. I gasped and tried to look behind me, but he only laughed.

“No peeking,” he whispered and then I felt his fingers sink deep inside me. I cried out, knowing that I

wasn’t going to last long. All of it was happening so fast and I thought I was going to explode, but then

he pulled his fingers away.

He was ripping something, probably a condom packet, and several seconds later he was thrusting

himself inside me. He was so hard, but I took him all. He grabbed my hips from behind and began to

fuck me fast. Within a moment I was out of breath, panting as he pounded his hard cock into me. My

thighs were numb, my pulse rocketing as I moaned and screamed for more.

“You have such a perfect ass, my Blondie, and I want to hear you come hard for me,” he growled,

picking up the pace.

I was coming then, just as he said, so hard and so fast that I couldn’t control it. My orgasm shattered

through me and I did scream then because he didn’t slow down, digging his fingers into my skin,

running his lips over my back.

I was loud and held nothing back as his cock kept thrusting into me faster than ever. He came and then

we both collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

Dexter

I liked having sex with Sasha; she was so responsive. We were like a match made in heaven. I brought

her into my arms and we lay there for several minutes, panting heavily.

Fuck, normally I would have thought about sex with other women, but she was more than satisfying,

bringing me to the edge of insanity every time. I fucking liked holding her close to me, knowing that she

was no one else’s, just mine.

I had no idea where this thought came from and all of a sudden I got scared, petrified that I was going

to end up like my father, fucked up and dead. That wasn’t on, so I pushed her away and jumped off the

bed. I’d been planning to fuck her all day long, but I didn’t want to use her just because she was willing.

We had some sort of connection.

When I glanced at her I couldn’t help but run my eyes over her magnificent breasts and wide inviting

hips. Sasha was a real woman. Fuck, why have I always wanted to fuck scrawny skeletons?

“What are you doing?” she asked, yawning. I’d worn her out good. She looked delicious and when

she’d sucked my cock earlier, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“Ordering us room service; I’m fucking starving,” I growled at her. I was getting too comfortable. It was

time to call someone from the old crowd tomorrow, just to be on the safe side.

She was behind me, tracing the lines on my back, and I liked it. I shouldn’t have, but I did.

“I want a mango sorbet, pretty please,” she sang, fluttering her eyelashes at me. Like this shit was

going to work on me—but I couldn’t help but smile.

I grabbed my bank card and picked up the phone. Something had changed. My thoughts weren’t

rushing like they had when we left the hospital. My head was normally busy with ideas about different

business investments, but the sex with Sasha had calmed me down.

“Let’s see what they have on the menu,” I muttered and then ordered a few different items. After I

slammed the receiver down, Sasha was smiling at me.

“Thank you, I appreciate that you listened,” she said. We were both naked and the food was going to

be a while. Might as well go down on her… I couldn’t resist.

I smiled and jumped back on the bed. I didn’t think I had ever done this before: paying for a room just

because I couldn’t wait to get home. That was a first.

“The sorbet is for me, not you, Barbie,” I said and started kissing her neck. She had smooth skin and I

wondered if she would continue to fuck me even after her move.

Where is this coming from, Dex? You’re not monogamous.

“Tell me about your family. What are they like?” she asked.

I pulled away and took a deep breath. She wanted to talk now, when all I could think of was her tight,

moist pussy. “What difference does it make if I tell you about them?!”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m asking you to fucking marry me. It’s a conversation, Dexter. This is the way people

communicate with each other,” she snapped and folded her arms together. Feisty Sasha—yeah, I liked

her.

“I was never very good with conversations; I prefer to fuck and that’s something that I definitely know

how to do,” I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to try harder then, because now we’re here and waiting for food, so

we might as well talk.”

“Or we can fuck, which is a much better way of spending time,” I suggested.

“We could, but we won’t. Besides, what are you afraid of? That I’ll fall in love with you or something?”

she snorted. “Don’t be fucking stupid.”

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I was angry again; it took her about thirty seconds to piss me off.

“Barbie, I could make you fall in love with me if I wanted to, but to answer your question, no, I’m not

scared. After my father hung himself, I haven’t confided in anyone. Joey was the only person that knew

what was going on with me.”

“Have you got any brothers or sisters?”

“One younger and one older brother. Jake is married and has two kids, and Connor—well, the little shit

still lives at home. He fucks me off so much, playing computer games all day long.”

“He’ll grow out of it eventually.”

“He’d better, but he’s stubborn like my mother. I paid her mortgage off and she barely has any bills, but

she still insists on working.”

“You paid your mother’s mortgage off?” she asked with disbelief.

I didn’t get it, what’s the big deal? I had a plenty of money and surely I wasn’t going to just splash it on

my fucking brother. He needed to get a real job.

“Yes, I did. After I purchased the complex and turned it into luxury apartments, I was bored and my

mother needed to chill.”

A knock on the door startled both of us, jerking us into reality. I jumped off the bed, put my boxers on

and opened the door. It was a good thing that it was a waiter at the door. I hated women giggling and

blushing around me. It was so pathetic.

I took the tray and put it on the big wooden table, which was in the middle of the room. I insisted that

Sasha eat naked. Everything was fucking delicious. A tomato, basil and mozzarella starter, followed by

steak and Barbie’s choice of mango sorbet. We ate in silence, polishing everything off in good speed,

and then I insisted of feeding her the final course.

Sasha

I knew that he didn’t want to feed me; it was another game for him. He was supposed to put the

spoonful of delicious sorbet into my mouth, but most of it ended up on my boobs.

“I’ll take care of it,” he growled and before I knew it he was licking the sorbet off my chest, swirling his

tongue around my nipples. He had me hot and bothered again and within a few seconds he was

fucking me again. This time he took his time, making me come slowly, but with so much intensity that I

nearly passed out. When I was with him, I felt detached from problems and worries. Reality didn’t seem

that harsh. I couldn’t move by the time he was done with me and an hour later we both had fallen

asleep.

I woke up in the early morning and found him snuggled into me. I stared at him for several seconds,

wondering what the hell I’d got myself into. Dexter was difficult and he protected his privacy like a lion.

He was letting me in slowly and with caution, but I wasn’t delusional, thinking that we could ever work

as a couple. This was a nice situation to be in for now, but I needed to remember that I had a big heart

and I couldn’t let him break it.

I took my time with my shower and make-up. The room was beautiful; the bathroom was finished to the

highest standard. I was planning to take all the small toiletries away with me. When I came out Dexter

was fully dressed, packing his stuff away.

“Morning, sunshine,” I called out.

“Hurry up, we’re leaving,” he barked at me. Right, so he wasn’t a morning person. Our perfect

honeymoon was over. He threw me out into reality so fast that my head was spinning.

“All right,” I muttered.

There was no point in arguing and I guessed I had to forget about morning sex. He looked like he was

in a hurry. We were out of the room within few minutes and by the time we got to the lift, his silence

was bothering me. I thought that I had pretty crappy mood swings, but he was just so inconsistent. One

minute he was tender, the next angry and withdrawn.

The atmosphere had shifted, and the tension was making me uneasy. Dexter was tapping his foot

against the floor and checking his phone every five seconds like he couldn’t wait to get out of this hotel.

I had no idea what had happened while I was in the bathroom, but I was fed up with trying to keep up

with him.

The lift opened and just as I was about to get inside, I looked up. The air whooshed out of my lungs

and I thought I was going to go down on the floor right in that moment. I was staring at a face from my

nightmares.