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

Chapter 324: A View From The Cold – IV

”Please, Sir... finish it. Destroy us. Don’t leave us like this... please, just fuck us until we can’t scream.”

​Vivienne’s voice reached Jennifer through the gap... a broken, breathy rasp that made the girl’s stomach flip. It was followed immediately by Helena’s feverish echo, her body jerking in sync with the rhythmic shake of her hips.

​”Ruin us, Sir. Make us forget everything except the weight of you. Please... we’re yours to break.”

Jennifer stared through the frozen glass, her knuckles white as she gripped the stone balustrade.

A wave of visceral disgust crashed over her, followed by a searing, white-hot anger that made her blood boil.

These were the women she had known her entire life... the pillars of her world. Even if she had never truly liked them, she had at least respected the steel in their spines. Now, that steel had been melted down into a puddle of raw, animalistic need.

’Look at them,’ she hissed in the silence of her mind. ’The Iron Lady and her shadow. Shaking like dogs for a scrap of attention. They aren’t just ruining themselves; they’re burning the Vanderbilt name to ash just to feel him inside them.’

The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow: they were never fit to lead this family. All that poise, the billionaire status, and the years of carefully crafted dignity were nothing but a thin veneer over a hollow, desperate core.

They didn’t deserve the throne they sat on if they could trade it all so easily for the privilege of lapping heat off their own skin and begging a stranger to break them.

But as she watched the flush on her mother’s cheeks and the glazed, ecstatic look in Helena’s eyes, a dark, poison-sweet thought clawed at her:

’What does it feel like? What did it feel like to have a man like that look at you like you were nothing? To be used with such systematic, brutal efficiency until your mind went blank and your only purpose was to swallow?’

Jennifer’s breath hitched, coming in jagged, shallow bursts.

Unconsciously, her hand had moved, finding its way to the most sensitive zone between her thighs. She hadn’t even felt it happen. Her fingers were pressing through the fabric of her trousers with a starved, rhythmic pressure that perfectly matched the memory of Alex’s hips.

She was gulping in sync with the women inside, her own throat parching as if she were the one kneeling on that carpet. The heat pooling in her core was demanding and heavy, a treacherous mutiny that ignored the logic of her brain.

***

Inside the room, Alex loomed over them, a silhouette of cold authority. He watched with predatory satisfaction as their asses remained raised in a high, trembling arch... a silent, visceral invitation for the ruin they craved.

​

Alex adjusted himself, stepping behind Vivienne. He didn’t enter her. Instead, he reached down, his large hand spreading across the expanse of her mature, rounded ass. He deliberately sank his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh, squeezing with a possessive force that made her body lurch.

​”Ahhh... god... yes...”

Vivienne let out a long, broken moan that vibrated with the years of repression finally snapping.

​The mere touch sent a jolt through her, and she instinctively tried to push her weight back, grinding her heat against his legs to feel the full measure of what he was denying her. But Alex’s other hand clamped firmly onto her waist, a vice-like grip that pinned her in place.

​”Stay,” he commanded, his voice a low, jagged rumble.

​He traced his fingers downward, moving with agonizing slowness through the wetness that stained her skin. He found her clit and gave it a slight, mocking rub, feeling her entire frame shudder beneath his palm.

​”Such a good ass,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark approval. ”And so very wet. You’re practically drowning for me, aren’t you, Vivienne?”

​He slid a single finger deep inside her, catching her by surprise.

​”Mmmhh!”

Vivienne let out a high-pitched, sobbing moan, her head rolling back as she looked at him with unquenched starvation. She was vibrating, her breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches.

He withdrew them slowly, the sound wet and sharp in the silent room, and brought them to his lips. He licked the heat from his skin, his eyes never leaving the gap in the curtains.

​”So tasty,” he whispered. ”The billionaire tastes just like a common slut when she’s desperate enough.”

​”Tell me,” Alex rumbled, his hand returning to her hair to pull her head back. ”Tell me exactly what you want.”

​”Please...” Vivienne choked out, her voice a ruin of its former poise. ”I want it, Sir. Please... just fuck me.”

​Alex stepped closer to her, but instead of giving her what she wanted, he began to tease her. He leaned down, the head of his cock brushing against her clit, circling it with agonizing slowness.

​”Hmmmm... Please,” Vivienne brokenly whispered, her hips bucking upward. ”Please, just put it in. I can’t... I’m dying, Alex.”

​”Why should I?” Alex’s voice was a cold, melodic taunt. ”This is a very expensive gift, Vivienne. Are you worthy of it? Tell me why a man like me should waste his energy on you.”

​

Vivienne’s eyes flashed with a remnant of her old world... the world of boardrooms and power plays. ”I am Vivienne Vanderbilt,” she gasped, her hands clutching at the carpet.

”I am the sole owner of this empire. I can give you anything. Everything. Name your price... money, influence, companies... it’s all yours. Just... fuck me.”

​SLAP.

​The sound of his hand hitting her bare ass echoed like a gunshot. It was so hard Vivienne cried out, a sharp, sobbing yelp of pain that ended in a needy whimper.

Vivienne let out a strangled, needy whimper at the loss of his touch, her eyes tracking him with the glazed focus of an addict as he shifted his weight.

He didn’t look back at her. Instead, he moved to Helena, who was still arched in that high, trembling invitation, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.

​Alex reached down, his large hands sinking into the flesh of Helena’s ass. He squeezed with a possessive, heavy force, feeling the frantic vibration of her muscles.

​”Now this,” Alex rumbled, his voice thick with dark approval as he kneaded the softness of her. ”This is a body that knows its purpose. No boardrooms, no empires... just a hungry little shadow waiting to be used.”

​He leaned down, his chest pressing against Helena’s back, forcing her lower into the carpet. He let his fingers trace the line of her spine before settling back on her hips, pinning her.

​”Your boss is still trying to buy me with her legacy,” he sneered, his eyes flicking momentarily to the shivering Vivienne, then back to the gap in the curtains where Jennifer stood.

”She’s not ready to let go of the crown. But you... you look like you’ve been ready since the moment I walked in.”

​Helena’s head snapped back, her eyes rolled into her skull as she let out a long, keening moan of pure validation.

​”Tell me, little shadow,” Alex whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. ”Are you ready? Are you ready for me to take everything you are?”

​”Yes!” Helena sobbed, her hips bucking frantically against his hands. ”Please, Sir! Use me! Destroy me! I’m ready... I’ve always been ready!”

​Vivienne watched from just inches away, her fingers digging into the carpet, her face a mask of agonizing jealousy as she saw her assistant receiving the attention she had just begged for.

​Outside, Jennifer was no longer just a witness; she was a participant in her own undoing. Her breath hit the glass in ragged, humid puffs as she watched her mother’s face twist in agony at the loss of Alex’s touch.

​The disgust she’d felt moments ago had been incinerated, replaced by a dark, shimmering voyeurism.

Her fingers were pressing through the silk fabric of her trousers with a starved, rhythmic pressure. She was opening herself up to the freezing night air, her legs trembling as she found her own slick heat through the expensive cloth.

​She watched her mother... the legendary Vivienne Vanderbilt... reduced to a starving spectator while her own assistant was being praised. A cruel, jagged smile tugged at Jennifer’s lips.

​’You deserved it,’ she thought, a low moan catching in her throat as her fingers moved faster. ’You spent your whole life looking down at everyone from your throne... and now you’re looking up at his shadow, begging for a scrap of what your servant is getting.’