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

Chapter 327: The Corruption – I

Unknown to the storm of turmoil and awakening raging just outside on the terrace, Vivienne remained on her knees, her world narrowed down to the heat radiating from the man standing over her.

Her back was arched with such desperation it looked ready to snap, her ass raised high in a silent, trembling invitation.

”I have nothing left but this,” Vivienne choked out, her voice thick and broken. ”I am your property, Sir. I’m nothing but a vessel. I’m your slut... and I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

She was hoping... craving... to feel the same brutal, soul-shattering impact he had just gifted to her assistant.

Alex’s smile was slow and predatory. His eyes flickered briefly toward the gap in the curtains... toward the darkness where he knew Jennifer still stood, watching, unable to look away.

Time for her to hear how her mother screams.

He moved behind Vivienne with deliberate slowness, positioning himself at her entrance.

The thick, swollen head pressed against her wetness, teasing, promising.

Vivienne made a sound... a desperate, happy whimper full of pure anticipation.

”Finally,” she breathed. ”Please, Sir... please...”

Alex gripped her waist with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

”Anything?” he rumbled, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. ”That’s quite a promise.”

And then he thrust.

In one brutal, devastating stroke, he buried himself to the hilt.

The impact was immediate and visceral... his hips slammed directly into her ass cheeks with a sound like a thunderclap.

”AHHHHHHH—GOD!”

Vivienne’s scream tore through the night, her entire body convulsing. It was a sound of shocking pain twisted with overwhelming pleasure, her mind struggling to process the sheer scale of the invasion.

Her hands clawed at the carpet, her spine arching impossibly deeper.

”Yes! Sir! Oh god... so good... so GOOD!”

Outside, Jennifer’s world tilted.

Her eyes were glued to the scene inside, watching her mother’s face contort... watching that carefully constructed mask of control shatter into something raw and broken and utterly gone.

Vivienne’s expression showed someone who had left reality entirely, transported to some other plane where only sensation existed.

And Jennifer found it intoxicating.

’Look at you,’ she thought, a dark thrill coursing through her. ’The great Vivienne Vanderbilt. Gone. Completely gone.’

Her hands moved without conscious thought.

She’d already kicked off her heels. Now her trembling fingers found the waistband of her pants, shoving them down along with her soaked underwear in one desperate motion, removing every barrier between her fingers and the aching need between her thighs.

The cold night air hit her exposed skin, but she barely felt it.

Her hand found her pussy lips immediately, slick and swollen, and she began to stroke with slow, deliberate rhythm... spreading her wetness, circling her clit, matching the pace of his brutal thrusts into her mother.

This is sick, some distant part of her mind whispered. You’re watching your mother get fucked and touching yourself.

But that voice was drowned out by something louder, darker, infinitely more powerful.

’She’s breaking. And I love it.’

Jennifer’s eyes tracked every detail... the way her mother’s hands clawed uselessly at the carpet, the way her back arched impossibly deeper with each thrust, the way her mouth hung open in a constant stream of incoherent cries.

And then her gaze shifted.

To him.

His body was a study in controlled violence... every muscle engaged, every movement precise and devastating. He pulled back slowly, withdrew completely, then slammed forward with brutal efficiency.

Merciless.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Jennifer’s fingers pressed deeper, circling faster, and a sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.

”Anhh...”

A soft, breathy moan that was swallowed immediately by her other hand clamping over her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back, her head tilting against the cold stone as a thought surfaced... unbidden, shameful, undeniable.

’Why are you wasting yourself on her?’

’On that old, desperate woman?’

’When you could have me instead.’

The thought should have disgusted her.

Instead, it made her wetter. Her fingers moved faster, chasing the building heat.

’I’m younger. Firmer. Tighter.’

’I haven’t been broken in yet.’

’I could give you something she never could.’

Jennifer’s breath came in sharp, silent gasps against her palm.

’She’s already ruined.’

’But me...’

Her back arched slightly, her body responding to the fantasy taking shape in her mind.

’Break me from scratch.’

’Make me scream louder than she ever could.

Prove you could destroy me the same way you destroyed her.’

Another small moan escaped, muffled but desperate.

’Fuck me instead,’ she thought, her eyes locked on his powerful form through the gap.

’Choose me.’

’I’d be so much better than her. So much more worth your time.’

The competitive thought mixed with arousal in a toxic, intoxicating cocktail that made her fingers work frantically between her legs.

And then his eyes lifted — casual, unhurried, like he was checking the weather — and landed exactly where she stood.

For one frozen heartbeat, she was absolutely certain he could see her. That he knew exactly where she stood in the darkness, what she was doing, how completely she’d surrendered to watching him destroy her mother.

Her stomach dropped. She jerked sideways, pressing herself flat against the stone wall, her heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her teeth.

’He saw me. Oh god, he saw me.’

Her breath came in sharp, panicked gasps.

One hand was still between her legs, fingers frozen mid-stroke. The other pressed flat against the freezing stone, grounding her.

The fear should have made her stop.

Should have made her run.

Instead, it sent a dark, electric thrill straight through her core.

The fear of being caught. Of being seen. Of being known.

It made everything sharper. More intense. More desperately arousing.

And then she heard his voice, cutting through the night with casual cruelty:

”By the way, I heard you had a little fight with your daughter earlier.”

Jennifer’s eyes snapped back to the window.

’He’s talking about me.’

Shock and something darker... something possessive and twisted... flooded through her.

Inside, Vivienne’s rhythm faltered for just a moment.

”Ahh... what?” she gasped, barely able to form words around the brutal pace he was setting.

”Jennifer,” Alex continued, pulling back slowly... agonizingly slowly... until just his tip remained inside. ”I saw her when I was coming in.”

He paused.

Vivienne whimpered at the loss, her hips pushing back desperately.

”She looked... distressed.”

Then he slammed forward.

SMACK.

”AHH—!”

Vivienne’s body jerked, her scream cutting off into a broken moan.

And then she laughed.

It came out jagged, broken, punctuated by gasping breaths and involuntary cries of pleasure.

”Jennifer?” she managed between thrusts.

”Ahh... she’s just a... mmm... brat!”