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

Chapter 283: Better Than The Boss

And before she could breathe, before she could think, he crashed his lips against hers again, silencing the room once more.

This time, Helena didn’t hesitate.

She kissed him back with a desperation that bordered on violence, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer, harder, trying to consume him the way he was consuming her.

The kiss was everything.

Air didn’t matter. Thought didn’t matter. The game, the charade, Vivienne… none of it mattered.

There was only this: his mouth on hers, his tongue invading, claiming, his hands gripping her jaw with bruising force, and the white-hot pleasure burning through every nerve in her body.

She moaned into his mouth… a broken, needy sound… and felt his answering growl vibrate through her chest.

His hand slid from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her carefully styled hair, destroying the elegant updo with careless possession.

She didn’t care.

She arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, and whimpered at the friction.

Her thighs clenched around nothing, the ache between her legs so acute it was almost painful.

She needed more. Needed his hands on her skin. Needed him inside her.

Needed…

The kiss broke.

They were both gasping, the air between them charged with a thick, narcotic haze.

Helena stared up at him, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She was drowning. He was her air, her gravity, the only thing tethering her to the earth.

“You taste… delicious,” Alex murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he ran his thumb over her wet mouth.

“If I had known…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a rough, conspiratorial whisper.

“…I wouldn’t have waited this long.”

Helena couldn’t respond. Her mind was a slurry of pleasure and adrenaline. She just stared at him, her chest heaving, her eyes begging for more. She was open, vulnerable, completely under his spell.

Alex’s thumb traced her bottom lip… slow, deliberate, possessive.

​”What?” Alex teased, his voice dropping to a rough, intimate rumble. “Cat got your tongue? Or do you just not like it?”

​He tilted his head, mocking her silence.

​”I thought you wanted this.”

​He stepped into her space, his hips brushing against hers, letting her feel the unforgiving ridge of his erection through his trousers.

​”Your assistant told me a different story.”

​Helena’s ears perked up through the haze. Vivienne.

​”She told me…” Alex traced a finger from her jaw down the column of her throat, stopping at the pulse that hammered frantically beneath her skin. “…that you wanted to be fucked by me so badly.”

​Helena’s breath hitched. She tried to shake her head, to deny the vulnerability, but Alex pressed his thumb over her mouth, silencing her.

​”Don’t lie,” he whispered, dangerous and soft.

“That’s why you sent her away, isn’t it?”

​He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

​”You didn’t send her away for wine,” he whispered, his voice a low, cruel caress. “You sent her away because you were jealous.”

​He paused, letting the accusation sink in.

​”You couldn’t stand it, could you? Watching her get everything you wanted so badly? Watching her touch me… watching me touch her…”

​He nipped at her earlobe, feeling the tremor running through her body.

​”You wanted to stop sharing. You wanted to claim me all by yourself.”

​”Didn’t you?”

​Then, his hand moved.

​It slid down from her neck, drifting over her collarbone, until it cupped the heavy weight of her breast through the emerald silk. He squeezed hard, his fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh.

​”Ohhh…”

​A low, needy moan escaped Helena’s lips, her head falling back against his shoulder as the pleasure spiked.

​”Tell me,” he commanded. “Is that why you cleared the room? So I could take you right here?”

​Helena trembled, her resistance shattering under his touch. She couldn’t lie. Not with his hand claiming her breast and his scent filling her lungs. The truth clawed its way out.

​She nodded… a frantic, jerky motion.

​”Use your words,” he growled, nipping at the sensitive cord of her neck. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

​”Yes…” she gasped, her hands clutching at his lapels, her dignity dissolving. “Yes… I sent her away… I wanted…”

​”You wanted what?”

​”I wanted you to fuck me,” she sobbed out, the confession raw and desperate. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”

​Alex smiled… a look of pure, terrifying satisfaction.

​”Good girl.”

​He didn’t wait.

​Sudden. Decisive.

​He grabbed her waist and lifted her effortlessly into the air. Helena yelped, a sound of pure thrill, as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her arms locked around his neck. She was pressed tight against his hard, muscled chest, feet dangling, completely at his mercy.

“Oh God,” she gasped, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body.

Alex’s hands gripped her ass, holding her against him as he turned and walked toward the long mahogany dining table.

Each step ground her against him, and Helena couldn’t stop the desperate little sounds escaping her throat… whimpers and moans and broken gasps that would have humiliated her if she’d had any capacity for shame left.

But she didn’t.

She was beyond shame. Beyond thought.

She was pure need.

With a violent sweep of his arm, he cleared the space. Crystal glasses and silver cutlery clattered loudly, rolling away, but he didn’t spare them a glance.

He set her down on the edge of the table.

“Stay.”

He stepped between her legs, bunching the expensive emerald gown up around her waist, exposing her stomach, her ribs, until her breasts tumbled free… pale, heavy, and heaving.

He didn’t wait. He lowered his head and feasted.

Helena threw her head back, a broken cry tearing from her throat as his hot, wet mouth clamped onto her nipple. He sucked hard, animalistic and starving, while his hand slid up her thigh, finding the waistband of her panties.

He didn’t ask her to lift her hips. He yanked the silk down, stripping her bare, tossing the underwear aside like it was trash.

He stepped back, his eyes dark and dilated, devouring the sight of her ruined elegance.

​She was exposed. Sitting on his dining table, gown pushed up to her neck, legs spread wide, completely open to him.

Under that unblinking, heavy stare, the adrenaline faltered for a heartbeat. A sudden, hot flush of embarrassment crept up her neck, staining her chest. He was looking at her not just with lust, but with inspection… like a predator examining a trap he had successfully sprung.

​She felt suddenly too naked. Too used.

The urge to squeeze her legs shut and pull her dress down surged through her, a reflex of shame she couldn’t quite obey under his paralyzing gaze.

​She looked down at herself.

​Splayed open like a banquet. A decadent offering laid out on the mahogany.

A cold jolt of reality hit her. Vivienne. She had sent her to the cellar, but she would be returning any second. The thought of her boss walking in and seeing her like this… spread wide, dripping, and completely ruined on the fine china… sent a spike of terror through her chest.

The thought should have terrified her. It should have made her scramble off the table and fix her dress.

But then, a darker thought rose up, hot and resentful.

’Why should I be afraid?’

She remembered Vivienne on Alex’s lap just minutes ago. Grinding. Begging. Being a shameless slut right in front of her employee.

’If she can do it… why can’t I?’ Helena thought, a fierce, entitled heat burning away the fear. ’Why should I deny myself just because she might see? Let her see. Let her watch me take what she couldn’t handle.’

She lifted her head, her eyes locking with Alex’s.

He was just standing there, watching her internal struggle with that dark, knowing amusement. He hadn’t moved. He was making her wait.

’Why is he waiting?’

Her hips twitched involuntarily, a silent plea.

She looked at him with desperate, questioning eyes. Take me. Devour me. Don’t just look.

Reading her expression perfectly, Alex smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was the smile of a predator who knew the prey had stopped running.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his gaze dropping to her wet, exposed center. “What do you want me to do?”

The question stripped away her last shred of dignity. He wasn’t just going to give it to her; he was going to make her beg.

Helena didn’t care. The air hitting her wet skin was torture. The empty space between her legs was an ache that needed to be filled.

“Eat, Alex,” she breathed, the words tumbling out on a broken moan. “Eat all of it.”

Alex’s grin widened.

“As you command.”

He didn’t wait another second.

He stepped between her legs, gripping her hips with large, strong hands to anchor her in place. He leaned down, his breath hot against her inner thighs, sending goosebumps racing across her skin.

Then, he made contact.

His mouth covered her completely.

“OH!”

Helena’s head slammed back against her shoulders, a cry tearing from her throat that echoed off the high ceiling.

It was overwhelming. His lips were hot, soft, and impossibly wet. He didn’t start slow. He sealed his mouth over her most sensitive flesh and sucked—a hard, vacuum-like pressure that pulled the very soul out of her body.

Slurp.

The sound was obscene. Wet. Filthy.

Helena’s hands flew back, gripping the edge of the mahogany table until her knuckles turned white. Her heels dug into the wood, her hips bucking off the table, trying to get closer, trying to drown in him.

He tasted her with a hunger that bordered on violence. His tongue was a muscle of pure devastation… broad and relentless. He swirled it over her clit, flicking the swollen nub with a rhythm that made her vision blur.

“Yes… oh God… yes…” she sobbed, abandoning all control.

She felt every ridge of his tongue. She felt the stubble of his jaw grazing her sensitive inner thighs, the friction adding a delicious sting to the pleasure. He devoured her like a starving man, drinking her moans, swallowing her essence.

He groaned against her, the vibration buzzing straight through her clit and shooting up her spine like a lightning bolt.

Helena was losing her mind. The room spun. The fear of Vivienne walking in faded into the background, replaced by a singular, blinding need.

He sucked harder. Faster.

“Alex… I can’t… I’m going to…”

She was close. So close. She was trembling on the edge of the cliff, ready to shatter into a million pieces.

And just as she prepared to scream…

He stopped.

The sudden cold was a shock. Helena’s hips jerked upward, chasing the friction, her eyes flying open in desperate, silent confusion.

​Alex ignored her plea. He simply wiped his mouth, a dark, victorious smirk curling his lips as he leaned in close.

​”You taste much better than your boss, Helena.”