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

Chapter 420: You’re a man of taste, Mr. Alexander Hale

”Welcome! Unwanted guests.”

Alex greeted them with a mocking smile, but he didn’t stop moving. He gave Heena another powerful thrust, making her moan loudly.

”Ahhh...! Master! So deep...!”

”As you can see...” he continued, smirking at the two women while he kept pounding into Heena without pause, ”I’m a bit busy right now.”

”You can take a seat and enjoy for a bit while I finish it...” he said casually, as if he was offering them tea instead of continuing to fuck his woman right in front of them.

Seeing the sheer audacity of this man, the younger woman’s face twisted with fury. Her jaw clenched tightly as she glared at him, clearly struggling to contain her anger.

On the other hand, Mrs. Blackwell’s polite smile didn’t waver, but her eyes sharpened with keen interest.

She had rarely... if ever... met someone with this much audacity to treat a member of the Sacred Order in such a manner.

”We can definitely wait...” she said calmly, her voice smooth and elegant. She looked at Alex carefully one last time, studying his face. Suddenly, a flicker of recognition passed through her eyes.

’Have I seen this man before...?’ she thought, but the memory refused to surface.

On the other side, Alex leaned slightly forward and whispered to both Heena and Siobhan, his voice low and dark with amusement:

”Let’s give a good show to our guests. Shall we?”

Without waiting for a reply, he gripped Heena’s waist firmly with one hand while sliding three fingers deep inside Siobhan.

”Ahh—! Anh... Anh... Anh—! So good... So good... So deep—!” both women cried out together, their voices breaking into shameless, broken moans as Alex fucked them with brutal, unrelenting intensity.

Mrs. Blackwell’s eyes widened slightly at the sheer intensity. She had seen many things in her long life, but this... this was raw, primal, and shameless. Her usual composure cracked for a brief moment as she watched both women’s faces twist in overwhelming pleasure.

The younger woman’s face had turned bright red... whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. She glared at the obscene scene in front of her with clenched fists, her nails digging into her palms.

’When will Master come...?’ she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She could feel her body betraying her as she pressed her legs together tightly, watching Alex brutally fuck the two women.

The sight was so raw, so shameless, that it sent an unwanted heat rushing through her veins.

Mrs. Blackwell noticed her junior’s reaction. A small, knowing smile curved her lips.

”Endure...” she said softly, her voice calm and elegant. ”Consider it a test for you.”

A deep blush spread across her face as she realized she had been caught. She quickly turned her head away, refusing to look any longer. Her eyes drifted to the side... and landed on the man slumped against the wall.

Howard was still sitting there, completely broken, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife being used like a whore. His mouth was slightly open, and there was no hiding the shameful bulge in his ruined trousers.

’Disgusting...’ the younger woman thought, her lips curling in contempt. ’What kind of man just sits there and watches his own wife get fucked like that? Pathetic.’

Suddenly, a loud, shameless scream tore through the air, forcing the younger woman to look back despite herself.

”Ahhh—! Master—! I’m cumming—!!”

”Fuuuuck—! Sir—!!”

Both women came hard together, their bodies shaking violently. Heena’s pussy clenched and spasmed around Alex’s cock while Siobhan squirted again, soaking the floor beneath her.

Alex groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and came hard... thick ropes of cum shooting across both women’s backs, asses, and thighs. He painted them both with his release, marking them like his personal property.

Mrs. Blackwell’s eyes widened at the sheer rawness of the scene. So visceral, so primal, that even she... who had always prided herself on being unaffected by the opposite gender... felt her cheeks heat up. Her breathing had become slightly uneven.

Then Alex stood up.

He rose slowly, towering over both women. His powerful, muscular body glistened with sweat, his heavy cock still half-hard and dripping. The sheer masculine presence he radiated was overwhelming.

His eyes locked onto both women as he spoke, his voice calm but laced with arrogance:

”So... how was it?” he asked, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. ”Did you enjoy the show?”

Mrs. Blackwell’s cheeks reddened. She had met many powerful men in her life, but none had ever made her feel this... off-balance. For the first time in decades, she didn’t know what to do or how to react.

She quickly composed herself, but the slight flush on her cheeks remained.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the corridor.

At the door, two women appeared.

One of them looked like hotel staff standing slightly behind with a respectful posture. But the woman in front of her was the one who immediately commanded attention.

She had long, flowing silver hair and an elegant, mature beauty. Though she appeared older, her figure was strikingly seductive, and the confidence she carried made it clear she didn’t put anyone in her eyes.

Her presence alone seemed to fill the entire room.

Alex suddenly felt a heavy pressure wash over him. It wasn’t loud or aggressive... it was calm, controlled, and deliberate. He instantly understood.

’She’s doing this on purpose...’

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned her.

[Name: Elyria Voss]

[Realm: Apex Realm (Late Stage)]

[Association: Sacred Order]

[Threat Level: EXTREME]

[Status: Neutral]

[Loyalty Rating: 1% (Interest)]

Alex’s eyes widened.

’So this is how an Apex feels...’

The air in the room grew heavier. Even Mrs. Blackwell and the younger woman seemed to straighten their postures unconsciously in her presence.

Elyria’s cold, piercing gaze slowly swept across the room... first landing on Alex, then on the two women covered in his cum, and finally on Howard, who was still slumped against the wall like a broken doll.

A faint, almost amused smile touched her lips.

”You’re a man of taste, Mr. Alexander Hale.”