Page 68 of Betraying Bexley

Each thrust pulled another emotion from her. In less time than she imagined possible, he tore down her walls and force herself out of her self-imposed prison. Bex gave a tentative roll of her hips and shuddered. The hold he had on her ass tightened and she squeaked. The rough moan escaping Alé drew her focus back to him. He smiled down at her and shit, she lost the ability to breathe. How did he make having sex appear sexy and fun at the same time?

“You’re still thinking when you should be feeling.” He kissed a path down her neck. “I must not be doing a good job.”

She swallowed hard. “Y-You are. I-It f-feels amazing.” She bit her bottom lip when he hit a particularly sensitive spot within her. “O-Oh God.”

“Good?” He quirked a brow.

She nodded.

He rubbed the spot again and she tensed. “Alé.”

“I’ve got you, mami. I want to feel you get off on my dick.” He pushed her to the wall and used it to brace them, before lifting her hips, allowing him to tap her sweet spot. The small waves cause by their movements allowed their bodies to rub together in a sensual matter. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“So d-do you.” She moaned, digging her blunt nails into his forearms.

“Fuck, Bex.” He bent forward placing his lips against the shell of her ear. “You’re the first girl I have ever barebacked.”

Her eyes flashed open and a new emotion bloomed in her chest and expanded outward. The realization of his words surprised her. It also turned her on. He sank into her again and she climaxed, completely unprepared for the power behind it. She jerked and shook his arms as he fucked her through it, not stopping until he found his pleasure deep within her. His arms banded around her. The closeness comforted her. Made her feel special. She didn’t want to move, but also know, staying like they were could also draw unwanted attention.

When Alé pulled back, she waited for him to regret what transpired between them. Instead, he kissed her again and pulled from her. While he held her, he helped her right her suit then did up his shorts. The whole time they were sequestered in their corner of the pool, he kept his hand on her. Then when they got out, he carried her to the shower so she could wash off before taking her back to the locker room.

Since no one was around, she invited him into the locker room so he could help her shower. Which lead to them finding their pleasure once again in the shower. She'd never felt happier or more relaxed than she did in those moments. However, when he led her to another room, the knot in her stomach returned. The biometric pad outside of the space sent up warning flags, yet when the door popped open and she stepped into the space, she frowned. The basic bedroom didn't make sense to her. She supposed she expected something else, not this. She glanced at the sparse furnishings and knew straight away it wasn't Alé's space, but it didn't make sense, because he could enter it.

“W-What is this?” She motioned to the room.

“What we should talk about.” He motioned to the bed. “Come sit with me. I’ll explain everything and you can rest. But first.” He reached into a small cabinet beside the bed and pulled out a small knife and held out his hand. “Give me your casted hand.”

Yeah, somehow, she didn’t think she could relax anymore. The longer they were in that room, the tighter the band around her lungs became. Her heart pounded and an irrational fear seeped into her veins. “I-I—”

“Don’t fret, Bex. It’s all good. I promise. Trust me.” He took her hand in his then slipped the knife into her case. “This is for emergencies only.”

Bex blinked and stared down at her arm.Why?She wanted to trust him. Wanted to trust all of her new friends. Still, trust was hard for her. All of the people she should have been able to rely on had hurt her. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in and for a second she thought she'd start screaming like a hysterical woman. She glanced back at Alé who watched her patiently, his gaze never wavered.

“O-Okay.” Bex relented, taking his hand.

“This is a big deal, mami.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. All of his movements were measured, almost as if he treated her like a caged animal. In some respects, she wondered if, after all the years of abuse she took, she was one. "I want you to listen to what I say and ask as many questions as you want. I'll answer them all."

The dread filling her gut increased. “S-Sure.”

Alé blew out a breath. “Everyone is with me on this, including the adults.” Alé placed her hand in his threading his fingers with hers. The tattoos stood out in relief to his tanned skin and her pale complexion. “We’ll start simple. Do you know what your dad does for work?”

She scrunched up her nose. Her dad? What he did? What did her dad have to do with where they were or why the adults wanted him to talk to her? “A l-little. B-Big deal, t-though.”

Alé nodded. “Do you know what I am?”

She gulped. “Gang m-member.”

He smirked. “Yes, I am.” He blew out a breath. “I’m proud of who I am. I will always be proud of where I came from. We all are.” He gave her a pointed look. “The whole team.”

“T-Team?” The sinking feeling made her skin crawl. “B-Bronx?”

“And Eito, Jacolbi, and Alex. We’re all from different walks of life. But, we’re also from different types of organized crime.”

“Y-Yakuza.” She remembered seeing the tattoo on Eito’s palm. “M-My father t-taught me.”

“Did you ever wonder why?”

She shrugged, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

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