[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 40: Fuck Now Angry Later

~Alistair’s POV~

As the silence settled, a sharp question crossed my mind. "Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"On the night of that party... who was the last person you actually saw before you blacked out?"

Alex went silent for a long moment. I could feel his heart beating against mine as he sifted through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of Singapore. Then suddenly, his body tensed.

"Before the alcohol took over completely," he said slowly, his voice laced with a new realization, "the last person I remember seeing was my mother."

I murmured against his chest, my eyes narrowing. "Really?"

"Yes, baby," he answered, his grip on me tightening.

"What did she say to you?" I asked, my mind already beginning to piece together the final, ugly truth.

Alex sighed, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I can’t really remember the exact words, Alis. I just know she was there. Her face is the last thing I saw before the world went dark."

"Did you see Sarah there? Was she with her?"

"No, baby," he whispered, sounding exhausted. "I’m not sure. I didn’t notice her at all."

I pulled back slightly, looking him in the eye with a hard, realistic stare. "Alex, I have to be real with you. You are incredibly careless. You walked right into a trap because you weren’t paying attention."

"I know, baby. I know, and I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.

"I just hope we get the truth before this turns into an even bigger drama," I said, my voice dropping to a low, cautious tone. "After the way I spoke to your mother tonight, she’s going to strike back. It’s not just about you anymore; she’s going to come for both of us."

Alex tightened his grip on me. "Babe, trust me. I did not touch her. I know it in my soul."

"Do you have a witness?" I asked pointedly. "Anyone who can back you up?"

"No, baby."

"So only God is your witness, then?"

"Yes, baby," Alex said, his eyes pleading for me to believe him.

"And can you please stop ’baby-ing’ me?" I snapped, though the edge was starting to soften.

"No, baby," he replied with a faint, stubborn smile. "You are the only baby I have."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a long, heavy sigh. I reached down and nudged his shoulder. "Stand up, Alex."

"No, baby," he groaned, pulling me closer instead.

"Alex, don’t make me angry. Get up," I ordered, my voice firm and steady. "I need to shower and get some sleep. We need to be prepared for tomorrow morning, we have no idea what’s coming once your father walks through that door."

"Babe, my father has no problem with you," Alex countered, his voice softening. "He’s always taken our side."

"I’m not talking about his relationship with me," I said, rubbing my forehead. "I’m talking about the fact that we don’t know what kind of performance your mother is going to put on the second he arrives. She’s going to play the victim or the concerned matriarch, and you know it."

Alex reached out, catching my hand for a brief second. "Trust me, Alis. My father knows her better than anyone. He’s spent a lifetime watching her; he won’t fall for her tricks."

"Fine. Regardless, stand up," I said, pulling my hand back. "I’m exhausted from all this talking. You have truly stressed me out today, Alex. My head is pounding."

"I’m sorry, love," he whispered, his eyes lingering on me with a desperate kind of affection.

I gave him a sharp, warning look. "Don’t think being extra sweet is going to work on me. If you think I’m softening just because you’re using pet names, you’re mistaken."

"Babe, please... just trust me," he pleaded one last time.

"Just stand up."

"Okay, baby," Alex finally muttered. He rose reluctantly, his eyes locked on mine as I stood as well, slowly beginning to undress.

I didn’t turn away. I let my clothes fall to the floor one by one, standing naked in the dim light. I could feel the heat of his gaze crawling over my skin, heavy and hungry.

"Babe... can I shower with you?" he asked, his voice thick with a longing he couldn’t hide.

I said nothing. I simply turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I stepped under the spray, letting the hot water beat against my back. Just as I lathered my face, the soap stinging my eyes, I felt his hands sliding slowly over the curves of my body. I knew it was him, I had expected it, but I wasn’t going to make it easy.

"Who’s that?" I asked, my voice muffled by the water.

"It’s me," Alex whispered, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. "Baby, I can make you feel good, you know."

I didn’t rinse my face or open my eyes. "If you’re here to shower, wait until I’m done."

"I’m not here to shower, Alis. I’m here to take care of my baby."

"I didn’t request your services," I said coldly. "You’re not welcome here."

Alex didn’t reply with words. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck, sucking the sensitive skin just below my ear. He guided my head under the stream, gently rinsing the soap from my eyes with a tenderness that made my heart ache. His hands traveled down, slick with water and soap, until they closed around my cock.

I gasped, my back arching. "Alex, stop. I’m angry with you."

"I know," he murmured against my skin. "We can go back to being angry tomorrow. but tonight... I want to taste you. If you’ll let me, Alis, I want to fuck you until you forget everything else."

I finally opened my eyes, blinking through the droplets. "We are not on good terms, Alex. Don’t you get it?"

He looked at me, his eyes dark and desperate, then gestured down to himself. He was painfully hard, his cock throbbing. "I understand. But this is still my duty. I’ve been holding back, trying to be what you wanted, but I can’t do it anymore. I want my baby. I want you."

"Get out," I said, though my voice lacked its earlier sting.

"Alis!" Alex’s voice rose, a sharp burst of frustration. "We both want this! You know you want this!"

"Just because I crave it doesn’t mean you have the right to touch me," I challenged, my chest heaving.

"This was normal for us before," he pleaded.

"Nothing about us is normal anymore," I said, voice low but unyielding.

Alex’s shoulders slumped, his eyes glassy with desperation. "What do I do, Alis? Tell me... how do I get back to you?"

"Back to me," I murmured, the power shifting back to me. "Prove to me, every way you can, that I can trust you again. Make me believe you deserve me... before anything else happens."

"Please, Alis... please," he began, the apologies pouring out of him as he sank to his knees on the wet tile.

I stood there with my eyes closed, a war raging inside me. One half of me wanted to push him away to keep my pride intact; the other half was screaming for the release only he could provide. Before I could reach a verdict, I felt his warm hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me toward him.

He didn’t wait for a ’yes.’ He took me in his hand, stroking me with a slow, agonizing rhythm that shattered my resolve. Then, I felt the incredible heat of his mouth.

He started slowly, his tongue swirling around the head, teasing me until I was twitching and fully hard.

He didn’t rush. He took his time, his lips sliding down my length, pulling me deep into his throat as the hot water from the shower rained down on us both.

I let out a broken moan, my fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer. Tomorrow would bring the storm, but tonight, I was letting myself drown in him. I began to control the rhythm, my hands guiding his head, my hips rolling into his mouth as the friction sent waves of searing heat through my nerves.

Alex slowly moved his hands down, prying my legs wider until I was completely exposed to him. The wet, slapping sound of his mouth on my cock filled the bathroom, mingling with the heavy thud of the water. He reached back, one hand gripping the meat of my butt, squeezing and then delivering a sharp, stinging spank that made me yelp and arch my back against the cold tile.

"Fuck, Alex... please, faster," I hissed, my head hitting the wall as pleasure began to override my pride.

He didn’t obey immediately. He wanted to ruin me. He reached between my legs, his fingers slick with soap and pre-come, and began to tease my entrance. I groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as he pressed one finger inside, stretching me with a slow, burning tension.

"You’re so tight for me, babe," he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark, dirty vibration. "Even when you’re mad, your body remembers who you belong to."

He didn’t stop. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me while his...