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

“You’re becoming a real pervert, you know that?” Alex murmured, voice low and rough with both amusement and something darker.

Heena’s eyes glittered as she looked up at him. Alex pulled back slightly, studying her face more seriously now. “I mean it, Heena. Are you okay with it? With all of this… with how far it’s going?”

Heena’s eyes sparkled with dark excitement. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered,

“You’re worrying too much. After such a long time, I finally feel a rush I haven’t experienced in years… something really exciting… and fun.” Her voice was husky, almost trembling with thrill.

“It feels so thrilling just imagining their faces when they realise what’s actually going on.”

A slow, wicked smirk curved her lips. Without warning, she twisted in his arms, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him down into a hard, hungry kiss.

Her tongue slid against his, demanding, claiming. When she finally broke away, both of them were breathing fast.

“So, yes… I want to do it,” she whispered breathlessly against his mouth, lips brushing with every word. “Do you have any problem with that?”

Another quick, teasing nip at his lower lip.

“But let me handle it from here on.”

Alex’s hands tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him as they lost themselves again… kisses turning deeper, bodies pressing closer, the rest of the world fading out.

Until the distinct sound of heels clicking on marble echoed from around the corner.

Heena pulled back just enough to glance toward the approaching footsteps. A sharp, delighted little smirk tugged at her swollen lips.

“This bitch is really eager, huh?” she whispered, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction.

***

Siobhan stepped into the luxurious presidential suite and stopped dead, her eyes widening like a kid in a candy store.

The sheer scale of it stole her breath… the soaring ceilings, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city skyline, the massive living area furnished with plush cream sofas and gleaming marble accents. A crystal chandelier hung above, throwing soft golden light across everything.

She let out a soft, almost reverent laugh, running her fingers along the back of a designer armchair.

This was it. This was the life she had always chased. Not the mediocre shit Howard used to drag her into. This was real luxury. The kind that came with power, money, and a man who could keep giving it to her.

Her pulse quickened with excitement and nerves. She had come so close tonight. One more careful push, a few perfectly timed moans and whispers, and he would be hooked.

She just had to make sure he didn’t let her go afterward.

“Easy,” she murmured to herself with a low, confident laugh. “This’ll be even easier than I thought.”

Barefoot now, heels dangling from her fingers, she padded across the thick carpet toward the balcony doors. The cool night air called to her.

She wanted to stand out there, overlooking the city, imagining it all as hers.

She reached the glass doors, turned the handle, and pushed them open, stepping out into the warm breeze with a triumphant little smile.

The city lights sparkled far below like a sea of diamonds, and for a moment she felt like a queen surveying her new kingdom.

Then she froze.

There, leaning casually against the wide marble railing, stood a completely naked man. Her breath hitched sharply in her throat. The sandals slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the tiled floor.

He was… impossible.

A literal god sculpted from marble and raw power… broad shoulders, thick chest, ridged abs, and powerful thighs that looked like they could crush stone. Her wide eyes traced every inch of him greedily, drinking in the sight.

When her gaze finally dropped between his legs, her mouth fell open and her eyes bulged.

’What the fuck is this thing…?’

It hung there heavy, thick, and long even while soft… easily the most intimidating cock she had ever seen. Her stomach flipped, heat rushing between her thighs.

She dragged her eyes back up to his face with great effort. He was smirking down at her, dark eyes gleaming with amusement, as if he had been waiting for exactly this reaction.

Siobhan tried to swallow, her throat suddenly dry.

“Hello, bitch,” a sharp, familiar female voice cut through the silence. “What are you gawking at?”

Siobhan’s head snapped sideways. Standing right beside the naked god, one arm possessively wrapped around his waist, was Heena… wearing nothing but a wicked smile and a thin silk robe that hung loosely open.

Siobhan’s world tilted.

’Oh my god… Is this…really her?’

Shock slammed into her like ice water.

“W-what’s going on…?” she stammered, voice cracking, eyes darting between Heena’s satisfied smirk and the massive naked man who was still watching her with that predatory, knowing grin.

Alex chuckled, low and deep, clearly enjoying her stunned reaction. He tilted his head and said teasingly,

“Say something, darling… or she’ll die from a heart attack right here.”

Heena scoffed, rolling her eyes as she leaned more possessively into Alex’s side, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his bare abs.

“She is shameless enough… She can’t die that easily,” Heena said with a sharp, amused laugh. “Look at her. Already drooling.”

Alex lifted one hand and crooked a finger toward Siobhan.

“Come here, girl.”

Siobhan’s feet moved before her brain could catch up. She stepped forward mindlessly, sandals forgotten on the floor, until she was standing right in front of his towering, naked frame.

The heat radiating from his body made her dizzy.

She forced herself to take a slow breath, composing her face as best she could.

She knew exactly how to play this game if she wanted to keep him. Lowering her gaze slightly in deference, she spoke softly, respectfully.

“Hello, Sir,” she greeted Alex, voice sweet and slightly husky. Then she turned her head just enough toward Heena and added, “Hello, Ma’am.”

Heena’s smirk widened, clearly pleased that Siobhan already knew her place.

Alex reached out, tilting Siobhan’s chin up with two fingers so she had to meet his intense eyes.

“You know how to play, bitch,” he murmured approvingly, his thumb brushing slowly across her lower lip. “That’s good. Very good.”

“But where is your dear husband…?” Heena asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness and cruel amusement.

Siobhan looked straight at Heena for a moment, then a slow, confident smile curved her own lips. She didn’t look ashamed at all… if anything, she looked excited.

“He is coming,” she replied smoothly, her tone almost playful. “Just wait a few minutes.”

Heena let out a soft, delighted laugh and glanced up at Alex, who was still holding Siobhan’s chin, clearly entertained by the exchange.

“Oh, this is going to be even better than I thought,” Heena purred, pressing her body closer to Alex’s naked frame. “The perfect little wife, already wet and waiting while her husband rushes over like a good cuck.”

Siobhan’s cheeks flushed, but she kept her smile in place, eyes flicking between them.

Heena’s lips curled into a cruel, amused smile as she pressed tighter against Alex’s naked body, one hand sliding down his abs while she stared at Siobhan.

“I don’t mind sharing him… but you first have to fit him in your mouth… whole, before that pathetic man comes in.”