Novel Full Chapter 286: The Wolf
Chapter 286: The Wolf
“AHHHHHHH!”
The scream tore from Helena’s throat, raw and agonizing, shattering the heavy silence of the dining room.
Pain.
That was all there was. A blinding, searing fire that split her in two.
He hadn’t been gentle. He hadn’t eased in. He had driven that massive, unforgiving length of him straight to her cervix in one violent, claiming stroke. It felt like he had impaled her on a stake. Her body seized, every muscle locking up in a desperate attempt to reject the invasion.
“Alex!” she sobbed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table edge, eyes squeezed shut against the sudden tears.
“It hurts! Stop! Please… God… it hurts!”
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She felt torn open, stretched beyond her limit, filled to a terrifying capacity.
Then, the movement stopped.
Alex held perfectly still, burying himself deep inside her tight, trembling sheath. He didn’t pull out. He didn’t apologize.
Instead, he leaned down, his heavy chest pressing against her back, trapping her between his heat and the cool mahogany. His lips brushed the damp hair at her temple, soft and deceptively tender against the sheer violence of his body.
“Shh…” he soothed, kissing the shell of her ear. “Breathe, Helena. I’ve got you.”
His hands, large and warm, rubbed her tense hips, coaxing her muscles to relax around the invasion.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum that went straight to her core.
“The worst part is over. You’re full now. You’re mine.”
Helena whimpered, her chest heaving as she tried to obey him. She forced herself to inhale… one shaky breath, then another.
Slowly, the blinding white pain began to recede. It didn’t disappear, but it transmuted. The sharp agony dulled into a heavy, throbbing fullness that was almost narcotic.
She could feel every inch of him… the ridges, the heavy pulse of his blood, the sheer width stretching her walls. It was overwhelming. It was possessive.
It was… perfect.
“That’s it,” Alex whispered, feeling her internal walls grip him, milking the length he had just buried inside her.
“Feel that? You took all of it.”
He nipped at her earlobe, hard enough to sting, sending a shiver of pure electricity down her spine that chased away the last of the pain.
“You finally defeated her, didn’t you?” he taunted softly, his breath hot and damp against her neck. “You stole the prize right out from under her nose. Look at you… proving to everyone that you can take what she couldn’t handle.”
He didn’t wait for an answer.
He gripped her hips like handles, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to move.
He pulled back… slowly, agonizingly… until he was almost gone, leaving her empty and aching for the fullness she had just adjusted to. Then, with a snap of his hips, he drove back in.
Slap.
The sound of his pelvis hitting her buttocks echoed through the room.
“Show her,” Alex growled into her ear, the vibration traveling straight down her spine.
“Show your boss how you take me, Helena. Let her see exactly what she missed.”
The command hit Helena like a drug.
The thought alone made her shiver. Being watched. Being used. Being filled by this magnificent, terrifying man while the “Queen” stood by and watched helplessly.
It acted like a potent anesthetic. The lingering burn of the stretch vanished, incinerated by the white-hot friction of his movement.
“Oh… God…”
Helena’s head fell back, her eyes rolling shut for a second as the sensation took over. It wasn’t pain anymore. It was pleasure… thick, heavy, and overwhelming. Every thrust hit that deep, sweet spot inside her, wringing a moan from her throat that she couldn’t suppress.
“Ah! Alex… yes…!”
“That’s it,” he praised, picking up the pace, finding a ruthless, punishing rhythm. “Take it all.”
He pumped into her, harder now, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat with devastating precision.
Helena gasped, her body rocking with every impact. She forced her eyes open. She needed to see.
She looked at Vivienne.
Her cousin was still frozen, the bottle of Margaux clutching in her hand, her eyes wide as she watched the steady, rhythmic piston of Alex’s hips driving into her assistant.
Helena saw the shock on Vivienne’s face. She saw the jealousy. And seeing it made her pussy clench tight around Alex’s cock, milking him harder.
She straightened her spine, presenting herself even more, showing off the way her body accepted him.
She smirked… a wet, breathless, triumphant expression.
“Oh…” Helena panted, her voice trembling with pleasure and venom. “You’re here.”
She let her head fall back as Alex slammed into her again, wringing a loud, broken moan from her lips.
“Ahhh! …Took you… took you long enough.”
She laughed, a breathless sound of pure victory.
“Just put the wine down, Vivienne… and watch.”
***
Vivienne stood frozen in the doorway, the vintage Margaux heavy and cold in her hand.
Astonishment wasn’t quite the right word.
She hadn’t been blind. She knew exactly what was happening. From the moment they opened the door, she and Helena had been locked in a silent, vicious war for this man’s attention. Every glance, every brush of skin, every sharp command had been a move on a chessboard.
When she had walked out to get the wine, she hadn’t done it out of submission. She had done it out of arrogance.
She had left them alone because she was certain… absolutely certain… that Helena wouldn’t dare.
She knew her cousin better than anyone.
Helena was capable… brilliantly efficient, smart, and organized when it came to business. She could run the Vanderbilt empire in her sleep.
But in the department of sex? She was a child.
She was timid. Vanilla. The kind of woman who blushed at dirty jokes and waited for permission. Vivienne had walked away with total confidence because she believed that if faced with a man like Alex… a man of raw, overwhelming potency… Helena wouldn’t know what to do with it.
’I thought she’d freeze,’ Vivienne realized, a cold numbness washing over her. ’I thought she’d panic the moment he touched her.’
She had expected to come back and find Helena flustered, maybe even scared, retreating to her safe “assistant” role while the big bad wolf waited for the real prize to return.
Vivienne looked at the woman bent double over the dining table, skirt hiked up to her waist, ass exposed. She watched as Helena took a cock of absolutely monstrous proportions without crumbling.
Yet there she was. Ruined. Claimed.
Vivienne’s gaze dragged upward, past her cousin’s trembling form, to the man dominating her.
Alex.
He looked… godlike. Terrifying. His shirt was gone, revealing a torso of sculpted violence, sweat gleaming on his skin under the chandelier light. He was buried to the hilt in Helena, his hips flush against her, possessing her completely.
And suddenly, the realization hit Vivienne like a physical blow.
In her arrogance, she had forgotten the most dangerous variable in the room.
She had forgotten the Wolf.
She had forgotten how easily he had disarmed her on the terrace only an hour ago. He had stripped away her defenses with a single look, practically bringing her to her knees and almost making her cum with nothing more than a kiss.
If he could do that to her… the experienced, commanding Vivienne Vanderbilt… how could a timid girl like Helena possibly stand a chance?
He hadn’t just seduced her cousin. He had devoured her. He had swept through Helena’s flimsy defenses like a hurricane, turning the shy, organized assistant into this trembling mess of ecstasy.
As if sensing her gaze, Alex looked up.
He didn’t stop moving. He didn’t pull out. He didn’t show an ounce of shame.
Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing Helena’s ear, whispering something that made her whimper… not in pain, but in adoration.
And while he whispered to Helena, his dark eyes locked onto Vivienne.
A smirk curled his lips. Arrogant. Satisfied. Knowing.
He mouthed two words at her across the room.
Thank you.
The words hit Vivienne like a physical slap.