Alex’s P. O. V.
Stella: Everyone is praising my outfit. I never felt so confident before in my life. Thank you.
I read the text from Stella while sitting at the bar counter with Sky in the hall of my house where the party is being held.
I feel a different kind of satisfaction, knowing she’s finally finding the confidence. But the thought of that bastard Jade, who broke her spirit, still fuels anger within me. As long as he and his girlfriend remain captives, they’ll pay for every bit of insecurity they left in her mind.
I quickly type out a response.
Me: I’m glad to know this.
I glance over to where Stella is standing with Zoe and Selena, looking absolutely stunning. She’s laughing, her eyes bright, and I can’t stop myself from getting lost in her. She looks hot, strong, and beautiful.
A grin spread across my face as I type out another message.
Me: I can’t take my eyes off you, Flower. You look so sexy. After the party, I’m going to make you scream my name the entire night.
As I hit the send button, Sky’s words catch my attention. “What’s going on, Alex?”
I look up, blinking in surprise. “What?”
“Don’t act innocent. I can see you’re seeing someone. Missing match practice, the guy who used to stay angry and indifferent can’t stop smiling now. You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?” He raises his brows, suspicious.
“Oh God, Sky. Stop it. There’s nothing like that.” I try to brush it off, but I can tell he isn’t buying it.
Although I want to tell him the truth, that Stella is the one who has turned my entire world upside down, I can’t bring myself to. I’m afraid of how he’ll react if he gets to know I’m in love with my stepsister. The thought of being judged by my best friend keeps me silent, even though every part of me wants to confess.
Before I can think of what else to say, Dean, one of our teammates, strides over. He interjects, “Hey, Alex. I need a favour.”
I turn to him. “What?”
He glances over toward Stella. His eyes stay a bit too long on her, making my jaw clench. “Your stepsister is such a hot ass. Can you-”
“Just stop it,” I snap, clenching my fists before he can finish. My brows furrow in fury as I take a step toward him, my voice low but lethal. “Stay away from Stella, or I swear, I won’t spare you.”
Dean raises his hands in defence. “Chill, bro. Why are you acting like her protective brother?”
I glare at him, trying to control the rage I’m feeling within me. “Because I’m not going to let anyone treat her like an object. Understood?”
He lets out a mocking laugh, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. Message received.”
Although he leaves, the sight of him eyeing Stella’s buttocks drives me insane. I feel a possessiveness so intense that I’ve never felt before. It takes all my restraint not to go after him.
Sky’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “Alex, what’s going on with you?”
“I’ll be right back.” I immediately brush past him before he can say anything more.
I head upstairs, taking two steps at a time until I reach my room. After slamming the door shut, I pull out my phone, and my fingers fly across the screen as I send Stella a text.
Me: Meet me now in my room.
As I pace across my room, my heartbeat quickens. The possessive need to bury myself deep inside her tight pussy is overwhelming. That urge to claim her, to remind her and me that she’s mine, blazes hotter than ever. I need her here, now.
Because only she can calm this fire burning inside me.
***
Stella’s P. O. V.
As soon as I read the text from Alex, I excuse myself to Zoe and Selena, saying I need to go to the bathroom, and then rush to Alex’s room.
As I step into his room, I find him standing, leaning against the table, his dark gaze fixed on me.
I take a step toward him, but his words stop me in my tracks. “Lock the door.” His voice is stern.
What’s going on with him? Why does he look so angry?
My heart races as I turn and lock the door before facing him again.
His next command sends shivers down my spine. “Bend over the dressing table.”
I comply without a word, walking over to the dressing table. Then I bend over, resting my hands on the edge, feeling both nervous and excited, my breath becoming heavy.
He approaches me, his burning gaze glued to my buttocks, and I look at him in the mirror. “Alex, what happened to you all of a sudden?”
“My teammate asked me to set you for him, and my blood boils the way he looked at you.” He slips his hands inside my dress and grabs my bare buttocks, sending shivers down my spine.
His eyes filled with possessiveness bore into me through the mirror as he pulls me back against him, squeezing my hips. “I don’t want anyone else even thinking they have a chance with you, Stella. I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to.”
For the first time, I’m seeing his possessiveness, and damn, it’s so hot. I’m dripping wet for him.
Holding the waistband of my panties, as he pulls them down and lifts my dress, I feel the cool air on my skin. My entire body burns under the intensity of his gaze fixed on my bare backside. I gasp, jumping slightly when his palm lands firmly on my butt cheek.
“You’re mine, Flower. Only mine.” His voice is filled with possessiveness makes my entire body tremble. “Never. Forget. It.” With his every word, he delivers a firm slap to each cheek, one by one. Every spank sends a jolt straight between my legs, making me even wetter.
To be honest, I like his possessiveness. No one else ever gets possessive of me like that. It’s so tempting and driving me crazy.