Stella's P.O.V.

After cleaning the kitchen which Alex messed up, I'm preparing the breakfast. When I saw him in the mess, I laughed so hard after a long time. I never thought that I would ever find Alex Blackwood standing covered in flour, looking completely lost.

God! I still can't believe that Alex stepped into the kitchen for me.

Why is he making me feel so special and worthy?

Whatever it is, I'm just liking it. For now, I just don't want to think that he is my stepbrother and what we're doing is wrong. I just want him to be with me. Because I'm afraid that if he leaves, I'll fall back into the darkness again.

No. No. I can't deal with that pain again.

I don't even want to think about the incident. Right now, Alex is with me and I'm getting myself back. It's enough for me. I seriously don't care about the future.

As I whisk the eggs into the bowl, Alex stands, leaning against the refrigerator, his eyes filled with desire roaming all over my body, making me wet between my legs.

I can see he's controlling himself from approaching me, his hands clenching. His eyes are intense, dark with desire.

After what happened last night between us, why is he holding back now?

I try to focus on whisking the eggs, but my body is betraying me. I can feel the heat pooling between my legs. The ache of wanting him is growing stronger with every second that passes.

Fuck! I can't take this. When we have already crossed the line last night, why do we need to control ourselves now?

"Alex..." as I call him, his eyes instantly drift to my face.

"What?"

"I need some help," I say, my eyes glinting with mischief.

"What help do you need, Stella?" He approaches me, his brows raised.

"I have an itch," I respond, whisking the eggs, trying to keep my expression natural.

He stands behind me. "Where, Flower?" As he whispers in my ear, I feel an electricity rush down my spine.

Biting my lower lip, I ask. "On my thighs. Can you scratch it?"

I'm sure Alex must be shocked by my boldness, but I don't care anymore. I need him and don't want him to control himself.

He turns me towards him, his expression serious. "Stella, are you sure you want to continue this? I really don't want you to regret it in the future."

"Do you want this, Alex?" I immediately ask because, despite his claims of finding me attractive and the desire he shows, Jade's words still stay in my mind, making me feel worthless and undesirable. That's why I need to hear him say it. I need him to erase the doubts Jade planted in my mind completely.

Alex's eyes darken. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. "Stella, I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I've tried to push it away, to do what's 'right,' but every time I'm near you, it's impossible to fight."

"Then don't control yourself. We have already crossed the line between us, so what's the point of holding it back now?"

For a few seconds, he just stares at me. "You're right. Fuck everything and let's just give in to our desires."

He lifts me from the floor and settles me down on the countertop before capturing my lips, startling me. He devours my lips like he has been yearning for ages, warming my body. I kiss him back with equal intensity, clutching his hair. Every time Alex kisses me, I feel like he takes me to another world where there is no one except us.

I moan in his mouth as his hands squeeze my tits over the fabric of my shirt. I'm getting wetter and wetter between my legs.

"God! Stella, I can't get enough of you. You taste so damn good." He murmurs against my lips, causing butterflies to flutter in my belly.

After kissing my lips for another minute, he pulls away with an impish smile on his face. "Now it's time to help you."

"Help me?" My brows narrow in confusion.

"Did you forget that you just asked me to help you?" He raises his brows at me.

"Oh, that."

"Yes." He nods before walking away, leaving me on the counter. I watch him, breathless, as he picks up a spatula from the kitchen drawer. The look in his eyes as he returns sends a wave of heat straight between my legs.

He stands between my legs, his intense gaze locked with mine, and then he strokes the spatula up my thighs.

"How's that, Flower?" He asks in a husky tone, gliding the spatula higher, sending shivers down my spine.

"It's... it's good." I stammer as he caresses my inner thigh with the cool utensil. My core is painfully itching for the attention.

"Where is it itching you now?" He questions, his face so close I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Between my legs..." I respond as I instinctively splay my thighs wider, my hands reaching to unbutton my shirt, exposing more of myself to him.

I'm so eager to feel something rubbing against my itching core.

Alex's gaze rakes over my body with a hunger that makes my pulse race. He makes me feel so damn desirable with his intense gaze.

"Bold. I like it." His lips curl up as he drags the spatula up higher, teasingly close to where I need him most, but not quite there yet.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan as he strokes the spatula along the edge of my panties, the cool plastic against my heated skin driving me wild.

"Is this where it itches, Stella?" He presses it against my panties, rubbing it slowly, causing a gasp to escape my lips. The pressure is just enough to make me arch against him, desperate for more.

"Yes..." I grind myself against the spatula. "Please don't stop."

"Did I ask you to move?" He slightly hit the spatula against the inside of my thigh, making me gasp in shock.

I shake my head, biting my lip. "No."

"Good." He strikes the spatula again, a little harder this time, and I moan with its intensity. "You move when I tell you to."

Fuck! It feels so good.

The control in his voice makes my body hum with anticipation. He presses the spatula against my soaked panties, rubbing slowly to tease me.

I try to stay still, but the ache between my legs is unbearable. My hips shift involuntarily, seeking more friction, but Alex stops immediately.

Shit!

"I warned you, didn't I?" His voice is dangerously low, sending a thrill through me. "You want to break the rules, right?"

I swallow hard, the ache between my legs intensifying. I need relief, but his control is driving me insane in the best possible way. Alex dominating me is arousing me even more.

This side of him is fucking amazing.

"I'm sorry," I breathe. "I'll be good."

Alex's lips curl into a smirk. "Good girl."

Listening to his praise, my clit jolt with pleasure. Damn! What is he doing to me?

His fingers slip under the fabric of my panties and brush against my slick heat. "God, you're so wet for me."

He slides the spatula inside the panties, rubbing it over my swollen clit. I moan, my head falling back as I lose myself in the sensation.

Alex tears my panties away and his eyes darken with raw desire as he looks at me exposed before him. "Fuck! You look so hot, Stella, sitting in my shirt, your legs splayed for me."

"Alex... oh God..." I gasp, my hands grabbing the edges of the countertop as he bends down and flicks his tongue over my clit, the pressure perfect, driving me wild.

He rubs the cool plastic of the spatula over my throbbing clit while his tongue works its magic. The contrast between the cool spatula and his hot mouth has me writhing on the counter, my hips bucking against him.

"Please... more..." I beg. The combination is making me lose my mind, and I feel myself quickly spiralling toward release.

"Take off your shirt," he commands, his voice dark and breathless as he pulls back for just a moment. His eyes are blazing, completely focused on me.

I fumble with the buttons, my hands trembling from the intensity of what I'm feeling. As soon as the last button comes undone, I shrug off the shirt, my chest heaving as I'm now fully exposed to him.

Alex wastes no time. He pulls me closer to the edge of the counter, positioning me exactly where he wants me. His mouth returns to my core, sucking, licking, and teasing in the most delicious way, my thighs pressing against his face.

His free hand reaches up and cups my breast, his fingers massaging and pinching my hardened nipple. The dual sensation of his mouth between my legs and his hand on my breast has me completely undone.

My body is a live wire of pleasure, and I can feel the tension building inside me. I'm so close. So close.

"Fuck, Alex..." I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him to take me over the edge. He responds by doubling down on his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers squeezing my breast just right.

"Cum for me, Flower," he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my entire body, tipping me over the edge.

The release hits me, and I cry out, my body trembling. My hips buck against his face, but he doesn't stop, drawing out my orgasm with his relentless tongue.

When the tremors finally begin to subside, Alex stands up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches me recover. His hand still gently kneads my breast, and I can see the hunger in his gaze hasn't lessened one bit.

"You're so beautiful when you cum." His fingers lift to my face and brush a strand of my hair away from my flushed cheeks.

I'm still breathless, my body humming with aftershocks, but I smile at him. "And you're very good at making me cum."

He grins, leaning in to kiss me again, this time slow and sensual, making me taste myself. His hands explore my body once more, but this time with a tenderness.