She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 292: False Hope

”Alex... please... fuck me.”

Vivienne looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and glistening with raw need. She reached back, gripping one buttock and pulling it aside, exposing her flushed, twitching entrance completely to his gaze.

”See how I took you all in?” she whispered, licking her lips to remind him of what she just swallowed. ”I didn’t leave a drop... I took everything.”

She shook her hips in a subtle, inviting rhythm, practically begging for him to invade her.

”Now claim me. Fill the rest of me. Make me yours.”

”Don’t settle for a cheap imitation,” Helena hissed instantly.

Vivienne’s head snapped toward her cousin. Her upper lip curled in a silent snarl, her eyes burning with a murderous glare that promised to eat Helena alive for the insult. But Helena didn’t care. She didn’t even look at her, too busy reveling in her own arrogance to notice the predator staring her down.

Helena simply arched her back until her spine popped, sliding two fingers deep into her own wetness. She churned them loudly.

Squelch.

”Why fuck the copy when the Original is leaking for you?” Helena purred, looking back with heavy, glazed eyes. ”Put it back where it belongs.”

Alex stood there, silence heavy in the room.

He looked at the buffet before him: two breathtaking Vanderbilt women, stripped of dignity, side-by-side on the mahogany, begging for the same cock.

His body roared at him to take Vivienne. To bury himself in her tight, trembling heat and finally complete the mission. She was broken. She was ready.

But as he watched the hope flare in Vivienne’s eyes, a dark, cruel thought twisted in his mind.

Too easy.

He smirked, a slow, evil curving of his lips.

He wasn’t done. He didn’t just want her body; he wanted to burn her ego to ash. He was in the mood to punish her.

He moved toward Vivienne first.

His steps were slow, deliberate, the faint creak of the floorboards under his heavy frame announcing his choice. Vivienne held her breath, her heart hammering against the mahogany as his shadow fell over her.

Alex stopped directly behind her. His gaze dropped, drinking in the sight of her. She was perfection... a pale, heart-shaped masterpiece of soft flesh and deep curves, spread wide and trembling just for him. It was the kind of ass that men would start wars for, and right now, it was his for the taking.

He didn’t rush. He reached out and laid his large, warm hand flat against the curve of her left cheek.

He molded his palm against her skin, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, possessive squeeze that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

Vivienne squeezed her eyes shut, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips.

”Mmm...”

It wasn’t just the pleasure of his rough hand on her skin that made her shiver. It was the delight of the victory.

’He chose me,’ she thought, dizzy with relief.

’He touched me first.’

She melted under his grip, arching deeper, silently gloating in the darkness behind her eyelids. She had won.

”Such a fine ass,” Alex murmured, his voice dropping to a low, appreciative growl.

He ran his thumb down the deep cleft, marveling at the geometry of her curves. He weighed the soft flesh again, lifting it slightly, testing the bounce.

”So soft... so heavy in my hand,” he praised, his breath hot against her skin. ”You were built for this position, weren’t you? Built to be bent over and taken.”

He squeezed her again, hard enough to leave white fingermarks on the pale skin, before pulling his hand back.

SMACK.

His palm connected with her right cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that echoed through the room.

Vivienne gasped, a high-pitched sound of shock and pleasure. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale skin, and her ass jiggled wildly from the force of the blow.

But she didn’t pull away. She pushed back against the sting, grinding her hips back toward him, desperate for another mark. She wore the pain like a medal. She was his.

But then, his grip loosened. The warmth vanished.

”But...” Alex sighed, his tone shifting from lust to boredom. ”You’re still just a mere assistant.”

He let go of her ass.

Vivienne felt the loss of his touch like a physical wound. She remained there, bent over and exposed, shivering in the sudden cold while Alex stepped sideways.

”Why would I go for the assistant,” Alex mused, his eyes roving over Helena’s waiting curves, ”when the Boss herself is spread wide open... inviting me in?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached out and delivered a brutal, possessive slap to Helena’s right cheek.

SMACK.

”Yes...” Helena moaned, shivering with delight as she accepted his claim. ”Yes, Sir...”

Vivienne watched the look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy wash over her cousin’s face, and the realization hit her like a physical blow.

This wasn’t just a rejection; it was the most humiliating blunder of her entire life. She had stripped herself bare, swallowed his pride, and begged for his touch, only to pave the way for her own replacement. She had orchestrated this entire game to regain control, but instead, she had just handed the victory... and the man she craved... straight to this bitch on a silver platter.

Alex lined himself up with Helena’s wet, waiting entrance, but he didn’t look down. He turned his head. He locked his eyes directly onto Vivienne.

Vivienne froze, trapped by his gaze. She couldn’t look away. She was forced to bear witness as he gripped Helena’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to press forward.

”Watch,” he commanded softly, his eyes boring into hers.

Vivienne watched. She watched the head of his cock press against her cousin’s slit. She watched the pink flesh stretch and part to accommodate him.

He didn’t thrust; he sank.

Slowly, agonizingly, Alex slid inside Helena. Inch by inch. Vivienne could see the strain in his forearms, the way his hips grinded forward, burying his thickness deep into the woman beside her, stretching her open beyond her limits.

”AHHHHHHH!”

Helena’s scream tore through the room, loud and shattering. Her head whipped back, her nails clawing at the mahogany table as the sheer size of him invaded her.

It wasn’t just a moan; it was a vocal testament to how full, how stretched, and how claimed she was.

Alex didn’t stop. He sank deeper, burying himself inch by inch until his hips slapped against her buttocks.

”Oh... fuck...” Alex grumbled, a deep, guttural sound of pure ecstasy rumbling in his chest as the tight heat swallowed him whole.

Vivienne felt a phantom ache throb between her own legs. That groan... that look of bliss on his face... it belonged to her. That weight stretching Helena open should have been stretching her.

She watched helplessly as Helena gasped, her back arching, her body flooding with the pleasure that Vivienne had earned. Helena was full. Helena was claimed.

Alex leaned down, his sweating chest pressing against Helena’s back, but his eyes never left Vivienne. He didn’t pull out; he just held himself there, deep and throbbing, letting the fullness of his invasion keep Helena pinned while he tormented the woman watching.

”Are you enjoying it, ’Helena’?” he whispered, his voice dark and cruel.

”Isn’t this exactly what you told me you wanted?” Alex asked, his gaze boring into Vivienne’s soul. ”You told me you wanted to see your boss like this. Under me. Broken.”

He ground himself deeper, mocking the ”Boss” beneath him to please the ”Assistant” watching.

”You wanted to see the high-and-mighty CEO reduced to a bitch in heat... begging for my cock. Well? Look at her.”

Helena didn’t try to defend her dignity. She acted like an obedient puppy, eager to please the Master, nodding frantically against the mahogany as she took his weight.

”Yes...” Helena affirmed, her voice thick and breathless, agreeing with the degradation. ”I am... I’m a bitch for you... I’m begging...”

She pushed her ass back against him, abandoning all shame to claim the prize completely.

”Please, Sir...” she whimpered, grinding shamelessly against his groin. ”Fuck me... fuck me hard!”

And he did. He gripped Helena’s hips, anchoring her in place. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled back.

He withdrew his thick length, sliding out of the wet tightness inch by agonizing inch until only the swollen head remained caught in her entrance. Helena whimpered at the loss, her body craving the fullness.

Then, he snapped his hips forward.

In one violent, punishing motion, he slammed his entire length back inside her.

SQUELCH.

”Oh, God!” Helena screamed, her voice cracking with the sheer intensity of the invasion.

Her head fell forward, banging against the mahogany table, and her entire body jerked uncontrollably from the impact as he bottomed out inside her, deep and hard.

Alex froze there, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving.

”Goodness...” he hissed through clenched teeth, his head falling back as the intense friction nearly sent him over the edge.

He ground his hips forward, twisting slightly to ensure he was seated as deep as physically possible.

”So tight...” he groaned, closing his eyes to savor the grip. ”Now this... this is how it’s supposed to feel.”

Vivienne’s mind went blank.

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even look away. She was forced to stand there, a frozen statue of regret, watching the steady, rhythmic piston of his hips driving into her cousin. Every thrust was a physical blow to her ego. Every wet, slapping sound of their bodies connecting was a reminder of what she had just given away.

She was just a spectator now. Useless. Forgotten.

Alex saw it. He saw the light go out in her eyes, the total paralysis of her will.

He didn’t stop moving. He kept his rhythm steady, deep and punishing inside Helena, but he reached out with his free hand.

His fingers locked around Vivienne’s jaw in a vice grip. He jerked her face forward, forcing her to look away from the action and directly into his dark, predatory eyes.

”Tell me, little assistant,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating with the effort of holding back his climax.

He ground his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in Helena to emphasize his point.

”If you want this cock so bad... give me one good reason why I should pull out of this tight, high-class pussy...”

He searched her eyes, waiting for an answer.

”...and settle for you.”