On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 10

Dexter

“How many times do I have to tell you, Victoria? I don’t fucking want your needy pussy,” I shouted, trying to concentrate while these assholes in the living room were whistling and clapping. Harry mentioned something about the pole dancer, but I didn’t give a damn.

“We had a great time together, Dex,” she purred, spreading herself on the bed and showing me her tits. Her eyes glittered as she started licking off her finger. She was poisonous, draining me of my precious energy.

“Stay the fuck away from me, or I’ll ruin you,” I snapped and left the room ready to smash something. She was unbelievable. We fucked a few times and then she started talking some shit about being in a relationship, following me around and spreading some silly rumours.

I ran my hand through my hair, cursing her off in my head. All the lights in the living room were off and everyone looked mesmerised by the girl that was performing. I lifted my gaze to check what all the fuss was about, and my heart fucking stopped. For about thirty seconds I tried to figure out if I was having problems with my eyes. This wasn’t possible. There was no way that she was doing this shit.

Sasha was on the pole, wearing a strapless sequin romper and red devil horns attached to her head, exposing her magnificent body, bending and spinning around the metal bar.

How could I have fucking missed that?

My Barbie was like a fantasy come true swirling itself around me, thickening my desire for her as my heart pounded away. I couldn’t breathe. Surging heat shot down to my groin, hardening my cock in an instant. I watched as Sasha smiled and grabbed the pole. She kept her outside leg straight as she swung it out to the side and stepped all the way around the pole, pivoting on her inside foot at the same time.

The shit she was doing with her legs was unreal and I was so fucking turned on that I thought I was going to lose my mind. This was better than a strip club. She finished whatever she was doing by arching her body backwards, lowering her hand to allow for a deeper arch.

I stood there watching her as she was doing all sort of spins, looking comfortable and shooting her audience sexy glances. I wanted to devour her lips, biting her softly, teasing her tongue with mine. I felt like I was in a fucking lustful trance the whole time I had my eyes on her. I could feel my blood heating every second she bent her body on the pole, exposing her glorious ass to all these men in the room.

The next thing I knew she was lying on her elbow, extending her legs straight up towards the ceiling and pointing her toes. Then she bent one leg at a time and rotated clockwise.

If Harry switched on all the lights now everyone would be fucking aware of my stiff cock. Blood pounded in my ears, and it looked like she was only just starting this show.

She was dancing and crawling up the pole. This shit was unbelievably erotic. I imagined bending her over my bed and pounding my cock into her, replacing that metal bar. She used her hand to hold herself and lifted her lower body up, over her head. Then she wrapped her legs around the pole, crossing them at the ankles and gripping the pole tightly between her legs. She had a devil-may-care attitude about some things and I loved that naughty sparkle in her eyes when she was mischievous like that.

Her every move was provoking, pulling me in deeper, and this whole thing was happening right in front of my eyes. I pictured my head between those strong thighs, licking her swollen clit. Sasha was one hundred percent woman. She was perfect, sensual, beautiful and all I wanted was to have her in my bed.

She loosened her grip to slide down the pole, tucking her head in. My cock kept throbbing painfully and sweat broke out on the sides of my neck. Sexy, rough music was blasting. Every time she bent over or gripped the pole with her legs I almost came in my pants. This wasn’t fucking normal. It was a torture.

Several minutes later, she was done, and men around me were whistling, women were clapping. My head was clouded with lust. The lights came on and she bowed, smiling. I licked my lips waiting for her to look at me, but after a second she disappeared, not paying much attention to anyone.

I pressed my dick down with my palm, breathing like I’d just run a mile, and strolled after her. Harry stepped in, blocking my way.

“Get away. I need to see her,” I said, ready to force my way past him.

“Come on, man, give her some space. She's changing,” he said, looking at me with irritation. What the fuck did I do now? “Dex, you really need to be careful with this girl.”

“Why? What did she say to you?”

“She didn’t need to say anything, but she isn’t like the ones in here that you can use and then toss away.”

“What the fuck happened to you? Did those blond curls fuck with your mind too?” I challenged him, trying to figure out if he wanted Sasha now. This was getting out of control. I was ready to beat on my friend over a blonde.

“I mean it. Just don’t screw with her, and we shouldn’t have a problem. She’s in my bedroom,” he added and then stepped away. Shit, maybe he was right. I couldn’t just barge inside and continue behaving like an asshole. This wasn’t getting me anywhere.

I knew Harry’s apartment like the back of my hand. I didn’t want to knock. I just had to see her again in that hot outfit. I pressed on the door, aware that I had to step out of my comfort zone to make her mine.

Sasha

I was aching all over and my breathing was irregular, but I felt amazing. The performance went better than I expected. I glanced at the mirror and saw that my face was red. Then I noticed that I wasn’t alone anymore. Dexter was standing in the room, not moving.

“What the hell do you want?” I asked, glaring at him. He didn’t even knock, just barged in here like he owned the place.

“That was fucking hot, Sasha, and I would like a private dance… please,” he said, losing his usual superior and demanding tone. That was a first, but I couldn’t just forget his pranks.

“I don’t give private dances, so you can leave now.”

“What if I won’t?”

I rolled my eyes and kept trying to sort out my messy hair in the mirror. He was still standing there, his eyes hovering over my backside.

“What do you want from me, Dexter? I mean apart from sex?”

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and looked away. Wow, for the first time since we'd met he had nothing to say, no witty remarks or insulting ways of saying that he wanted to stick his cock inside me. I couldn’t believe it. Maybe Dexter Tyndall wasn’t so mouthy after all when it came to normal conversation.

“I’m not the nice guy you need, but there is something about you, Barbie, that makes me want you.”

“If you want to sleep with me, then you need to learn how to treat me with respect. I’m a person, not a thing that you can play with,” I said and picked up my horns that I had taken off earlier on. When I looked up, he was just behind me. His eyes changed, bringing warmth and heat, silencing my internal battle with what was wrong and right.

“I admit, we got off on the wrong foot and I’m sorry about the way I’ve acted around you. The truth is that I’m fed up with running after you,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing his hard chest over my back. Lust curled up my toes, taking away that reasonable side of me and replacing it with the old me. I was amazed with the fact that he was trying to sound genuine. Maybe he did care?

I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

“What if I tell you that I want to hang out, get to know you, before I drop my knickers for you?” I said very quietly. I could see my own flustered reflection in his deep brown eyes. The kiss... oh my, I wanted him to sink his mouth into mine, so I could taste his soft lips.

“I’m incapable of being in a relationship, and in my opinion, love is for losers. All I know, all I’ve ever known is sex and only sex. I can assure you that you will be screaming with pleasure when I feast on your sweet pussy.”

There was a lump in my throat and I couldn’t swallow it. His eyes were stinging my skin with lust, heat paralysed my joints. My knickers were wet and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Dexter, but at the same time I expect you to treat me with respect. I know that you’re no Prince Charming, but make the effort at least once in a while. Get to know me and then we will see,” I said, pushing this whole thing where it shouldn’t be going. He fucked his way through life. He was right. I didn’t know the real him. Maybe he wasn’t capable of behaving any other way.