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Chapter 36/Homecoming to Hell

Chapter 36: 36/Homecoming to Hell

Chapter 36

Stephanie’s Point of View

Alexander increased the pace of his thrusts, and my body began to hit the car seat with every powerful drive from him, making me squeeze his shoulders with my nails as I babbled incoherent words. His voice came out choked and heavy with desire as he said: "Tell me... whose dick is fucking you right now?"

"Yours... yours, Alexander!" I gasped as the pleasure surged through me.

He clamped his hands over my waist with even greater force, as if trying to bury himself inside my entrails, and began to thrust with a primitive violence that made his eyes roll back.

"Say it, Steph!" he growled, panting, the veins on his forehead bulging from the exertion. "Tell me, who does this wet pussy belong to?"

"To you... it’s yours alone, Alex!" I screamed in a daze, digging my nails into his broad back, feeling my body melt under his weight.

I felt my pussy muscles contract violently around his massive dick, and the spark of an orgasm began to creep from my fingertips to center in that spot Alexander was hitting mercilessly.

"I’m... going to cum... Stephanie!" he shouted as he reached his peak. In the moment my body convulsed and I let out a loud scream that filled the silent forest, he pushed himself to the furthest possible depth.

I felt the warm spurts of his fluid filling me abundantly, while he panted over my chest, his body still twitching over me with successive shivers of ecstasy.

We remained like that for minutes, our breathing the only audible sound, while the scent of sex and sweat filled the place. He leaned toward me and planted a gentle kiss on my sweat-drenched forehead, then whispered while still inside me: "You’re mine, Steph... and now, you’re completely mine again."

I didn’t answer. Instead, I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the truth; I had surrendered to the man who abandoned me for years, on the same day I discovered his brother’s betrayal. A single tear made its way down my cheek.

Was this love, or just revenge against Cedric, or a loss in Alexander’s memories that returned to burn me?

He pulled himself out of me slowly, making me feel a cold and desolate void. He began to rearrange his clothes while I tried to gather the shattered pieces of myself and my exhausted body.

I dressed with trembling hands, and as I buttoned my shirt, the harsh features of the truth began to sharpen before me; I had rushed into this blindly. I felt a weight in my chest as I realized I had to distance myself from Alex and Cedric immediately, or a major, unpredictable problem would occur. "Stephanie... you can’t fuck both brothers at the same time... you can’t!" I told myself, closing my eyes tightly.

Alex broke my train of thought with a voice that regained its confident tone: "Steph... that was wonderful."

I won’t lie, I enjoyed every moment; I had missed him so much that this time was one of the most beautiful moments I’ve spent with him. I settled for a faint smile and remained silent while he watched me with searching eyes.

"What’s wrong?" he asked questioningly. "Why are you silent... didn’t you like it?"

I avoided his eyes and pointed to the road. "Alex... come on, take me home."

"Why don’t you come to my house?" he surprised me with his response as he started the car engine.

My eyes widened. "What?!" I asked in shock.

"Live with me," he said in a completely serious tone.

I shook my head in definitive refusal, feeling dizziness attack me. "Enough, Alex... this is madness!"

He leaned closer and said possessively: "Why? I want you to be with me always."

"Alex... I’m pregnant! Did you forget that?!" I shouted at him, placing my hand over my stomach like a shield.

He stopped moving for a second, then looked at me deeply, making me feel flustered. He said words that shocked me to the core: "No, I didn’t forget... and I’m ready to take responsibility for your children."

Was he serious? I remained stunned as he continued with a tone not devoid of defiance: "I know they are Cedric’s children, but I’m ready to be their father."

I put my hand on my head, which began to throb with pain. "Alex... please, you’re confusing my thoughts now," I said in a choked voice.

He exhaled in frustration but nodded and said: "Fine, I’ll take you to your house, but just remember that I’m always here, Steph... for you." Then he reached out his large hand and placed it gently over my stomach in a strange tenderness, adding: "And for them, too."

I swallowed hard and said: "Fine, Alex... let’s go."

He got in the car and drove toward the house. All the way, I was trying to process his words; did he love me that much? To offer fatherhood to children that aren’t his?

As we neared our neighborhood, my body began to tense; I felt a chill in my fingertips and nausea attacking my stomach. My fear of meeting my father increased... how would I look into his eyes? And how would I explain everything that happened?

We arrived at the house, and Alexander stopped the car. In that moment, I felt my chest tighten and my heart race violently until I thought it would burst through my ribs. He turned to me calmly and asked: "Do you have your phone with you?"

"Yes, the phone is with me," I said in a faint voice, clutching my bag.

"Give it to me," he said commandingly.

I pulled it from the bag and gave it to him with a shaking hand. He began typing quickly on the screen, registered his number, then called his own phone to make it ring in his pocket.

He returned it to me and said: "You have my number, and I have yours now... we will stay in touch."

I felt dizzy; I wanted to cut off my relationship with him and his brother completely, and he’s talking about staying in touch! I swallowed and said in a desperate attempt: "Alex... I..."

He didn’t give me a chance to object; instead, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me a long, deep kiss that drew the breath out of me and made my body relax against my will.

He pulled back slightly and said: "Let’s get out."

"Are you coming in with me?" I asked in terror, looking at the house door.

"Yes," he said coldly.

"No!" I answered quickly, my body tensing in refusal.

He knit his brows and asked: "Why?"

"When my father found out I was pregnant, he was going to marry me off to an old man... and Cedric killed him on the wedding day!" I said, the words coming out fast from my intense fear.

His body stiffened, and his eyes widened in shock: "What?!"

"He can’t see you now, Alex... things will get even more complicated," I added, shaking my head.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard, a tone of concern dominating his voice: "Steph... please come home with me. I can’t be at peace about you now. What if he does something to you?"

"He won’t do anything... I’m still his daughter," I replied, trying to reassure myself before him.

He looked at me for a long time, then exhaled in frustration and said: "Fine... you have my number. If anything happens, call me immediately."

"I will," I said, nodding.

He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, whispering: "I love you."

I didn’t answer; my silence was my only response. I got out of the car with an exhausted body and stood watching his car drive away and disappear into the darkness of the street.

When he left, I felt a severe chill invade my limbs. I turned toward the door, raised my trembling hand, and knocked... I was dying of terror, and every knock was like a nail in my coffin. The door finally opened, and my stepmother appeared before my eyes.

I was shocked to see her in the house after everything that had happened. She looked at me from head to toe with biting sarcasm and said in a sharp voice heard by everyone inside:

"Look who’s back... the little whore!"