On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 16

Dexter

Good girl, my ass. She was a fucking tease, pretending that she didn’t know what she was doing to me

in the sauna. I wanted to see if she liked the challenge. The neighbours, my reputation—I didn’t fucking

care. I wanted her and I was prepared to take a risk.

Staring straight back at her innocent wide eyes, I was done with being the other Dexter.

She was panting, bending over to catch her breath; she must have run all the way up the stairs. It was

good that she was taking me seriously. I grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her back to our joined

corridor, pushing her against the wall. Her towel fell on the floor and my eyes took in her impressive

rack in a wet swimming costume. Her tight little nipples created a fire deep in my groin, awakening

hunger for more. I had thought that I could take control, but seeing her like this had crushed whatever

resistance I had left within me.

“We aren’t having sex here—”

“You lost, so you have nothing to say, Barbie,” I snapped and dug my lips into her neck, pressing my

cock down between her legs to her entrance. It was fucking bliss. I just couldn’t think straight when she

was around. She had her head arched away, exposing her neck to me, breathing heavily. This wasn’t

right, but it felt fucking amazing.

“Dexter, someone might see us here.”

“I can smell your desire, baby, so drop this good-girl attitude and let me fuck you. This will be quick and

you have to keep your mouth shut,” I warned and bit her earlobe. She hissed. My cock throbbed,

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I had a feeling that this wouldn’t shut her up, so I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. It was a

huge risk taking her here on our floor, but it was exciting and I loved being in total control.

She mumbled something when I dragged her bikini bottom down. Her ass was right in front of my cock.

I kicked her legs apart, stroking my hard shaft, licked my fingers and then ran them over her slick sex.

I didn’t want to give her time to think about it when she shuddered. My hands were on her hips as I

lined my dick up to her entrance and shoved my full length inside her as hard as I could. She moaned

loudly and my head spun. I could listen to that fucking sound all day long.

“Fuck, Sasha, you feel better than the first time,” I growled, pulling her hair so she arched closer to my

face.

“Yes, yes, so much better,” she sighed.

I started to move inside her, losing control of how fast I was going. My hips were pushing and before I

fucking knew it, she was screaming. My skin was burning, my pulse speeding as pounded my cock into

her wetness. She was moaning loudly, arching her hips to me. Fast and aggressive, I didn’t want to

fucking stop.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, feeling as if my body was slowly coming apart, but I didn’t slow

down.

“How do you like this, Barbie? Too fast for you?” I panted, losing my fucking mind. She was coming

undone for me, her wet pussy pulsing and tightening around my cock. Sasha was loud, shouting words

that didn’t make any fucking sense.

I bit on her shoulder as I came, filling her up with my hot, sticky semen. It was like all my Christmases

had come at once. I was taking in long pulls of air, my heart thumping deep in my chest. I pulled away

from her and then slapped her ass.

She looked at me, eyes glazed over, and I laughed. She was the hottest pussy I could ever remember

having. There were women at parties, in offices, clubs and bars. I needed sex to push the deadly

voices in my head away.

Sasha was fucked, literally and physically, so I picked her up and strolled inside my apartment. No, I

wasn’t done with her yet, but I was fucking starving. That was just my starter; I still wanted a main

course.

I slammed the door, expecting a phone call from the concierge at any minute. All the neighbours had

probably heard her screams. Fuck, I had to stop making life difficult for myself.

“That was awesome, but you didn’t have to fuck me in the corridor. We could have made it to the

apartment,” Sasha said. She was putting her wet bikini bottoms back on when I came out of the

bedroom dressed in a t-shirt and black trousers. I lifted my arms and stretched.

“It was necessary to teach you a lesson. Next time you won’t even make it to the stairs,” I said with a

wink, and went to the kitchen. The cleaner was coming tomorrow afternoon, and shit was lying

everywhere. I hated tidying up.

“So how does this normally work? Do women leave after sex or do you make them stay?” she asked

standing behind me, her hair all ruffled and sexy. The deep red flush on her cheeks was a total turn-on.

She didn’t look nervous being around me and she wasn’t scared. For some reason, I didn’t want her to

leave just yet.

“Do you have to be anywhere?” I asked casually, pulling some vegetables out of the fridge.

“My pole-dancing lesson starts at seven,” she said, moving around the kitchen. My imagination started

to go wild just thinking about her body moving around the pole. Fuck, I was just inside her. How could

someone get me worked up so fast?

“Stay and I’ll make us some dinner.”

“All right. I like hanging out in your place.”

For the next hour I was busy preparing food. My women normally visited me in the evening, after six.

We fucked, made small talk, and they were out by eleven. Some of them stayed for the night, but that

happened rarely. I thought it might feel weird with Sasha, but the conversation between us flowed. I told

her more stuff about Joey, asked her some questions about her life in London. By five, dinner was

ready and I was having fun watching her eating my pasta dish. She seemed impressed by my culinary

skills.

“I wasn’t expecting that you could cook,” she muttered, crossing the fork and spoon on her plate. It

baffled me that I had a blonde woman in my apartment, eating my food.

“I guess I’m just full of surprises,” I chuckled.

“Do you know what you’re going to do about the supermodel brunette?” she asked, getting up and

taking out the plates.

“The supermodel brunette?”

“Your fiancée,” she said sarcastically, walking back to the kitchen.

“No, I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’ll get my solicitor involved if she ever shadows my

motherfucking doorstep again.”

She laughed, shaking her head. This wasn’t fucking funny. I watched her put plates in the dishwasher.

She bent down to do that, giving me a great view of her ass. Pole dancer—who would have fucking

thought it?

“But you must remember what happened at the party, even when you were drunk?”

“Whatever the bitch is implying won’t matter. She can threaten me as much she wants.”

Sasha seemed to be mulling over what to ask next. Why did she have to bring Victoria up?

“Why do you have so many pills in here?”

Sasha

I didn’t want to sound nosy, but there were pills everywhere, in small unlabelled containers and in a

bowl right by the dishwasher. Next to the fridge I also noticed a pipe and could smell weed. I wasn’t

judgmental, and Dexter didn’t look like someone who would enjoy getting stoned, but I was a nurse,

after all. I thought I needed to ask these questions.

He was on his feet before I knew it. He shoved me to the side, picked up the bowl and put it in the

cupboard. When he looked back at me, his nostrils flared. Okay, so he was angry.

“That’s none of your fucking business,” he barked.

Yes, the sex was amazing, adventurous and maybe I was finally coming out of myself, but I was

concerned. I hoped that all these medications were prescribed and he didn’t just get them from

anywhere. “Are you ill or something? You don’t need to be an asshole about it, I’m just trying to have a

conversation,” I said, not wanting to sound annoyed, but it surely came out that way.

“Then have a conversation about something else. Like, for example, how much you want to suck my

cock.”

Shit, this was getting absurd. He shifted so fast, switching into some other Dexter. I hated when he

sounded like he was only using me.

“You wish. I don’t know what your problem is. I was simply showing you that I’m concerned about you.

None of these pills are in the proper containers. How do you know which ones to take?”

The muscles on his jaw started twitching and he stood up straight, like he wanted to do everything in

his power to intimidate me.

“Are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock or not?” he asked with that familiar superior

tone. Anger pushed through me and I stepped towards him.

“You’re behaving like a child. We both know this isn’t about sex. You’re simply refusing to address the

issue and talk about the random fucking pills.”

“We fuck, Barbie, and that’s all there is to it, so fucking stay out of my business and get down.”

I was normally very patient and understanding, but Dexter pushed me over the edge. His mood swings

weren’t funny anymore.

“Don’t you ever try to treat me like a whore. From now on I want you to stay away from me until you

grow the fuck up!”

I marched back to my apartment, not even looking back at him, slamming the door behind me. I tried to

take a few deep breaths. He could so quickly make me lose control. Pills—I had dug in where I wasn’t

supposed to, so he automatically shut me down. He had many issues, but it was just sex, I wasn’t

supposed to get involved.

I made sure that I locked my terrace doors that night. I thought that we would make up, and have more

mind-blowing sex. Okay, so I was wrong about the part with the fiancée, but the pills, weed and his

lifestyle was scary. He was either going through a rough time or he was ill. Maybe Dexter wasn’t acting;

maybe he was an arrogant prick that treated women like possessions.

After our fight I took a hot bath, easing the thoughts about the past few days. I had to sell the

apartment. Now that Dexter wasn’t a problem, the whole process shouldn’t take that long. He was done

with playing me. Once I was out of here I was ready to start over in Edinburgh.

I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t hear from him. At six I changed, packed my training gear and then I was

out, heading for another pole-dancing lesson. Gina knew about my performance and this week we

were trying more advanced routines. I was ready to do it again, but I had no idea how often Harry

organised these sorts of parties.

That evening I could barely catch my breath by the time the hour-long training was up. Gina had

pushed me hard and my legs were trembling. The spins were more complex and really challenging.

It was just after half past eight when I got back to the complex. The girls wanted to go out for a quick

drink and I’d agreed. After almost a year I finally felt like I had friends again, women that I could talk to.

This kind of warmed my mood a little.

I was still pretty pissed off with Dexter. I needed and expected an apology. If he wanted to form any sort

of relationship, he had to start acting like a normal human being. The pills were really worrying me now.

He was right, this was none of my business, but I had a feeling that he was self-medicating, and this

had proven to be dangerous before.

When the lift stopped I stood by my door for some time, fighting with myself. He had disrespected me,

but I had to check that he was all right. The deep worrying feeling hadn’t left me since I’d stormed out

of his apartment earlier on.

I stepped out on the terrace and crept over to his side. Luckily for me, the curtains in his place weren’t

shaded and I could clearly see what was going on. He was on the sofa, just lying there, looking like he

was in pain.

I was ready to push aside our stupid argument from earlier on and find out what the hell was wrong

with him. I slid open his door and went inside uninvited.