Novel Full Chapter 329: The Corruption – III
Chapter 329: The Corruption – III
Alex’s hands tightened on Vivienne’s waist, gripping her like a doll.
In one fluid motion, he lifted her completely off the ground.
“Ahh!” Vivienne’s moan was sharp and desperate, her feet kicking uselessly in the air.
The effortless strength… the way he carried her weight like she was nothing… sent a fresh wave of arousal through her trembling body.
But it was where he was taking her that made her breath catch.
Toward the window.
The massive floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the dark terrace.
The gap in the curtains she hadn’t dared look at directly all night.
Vivienne’s pulse kicked hard. Five steps. Four. Her eyes drifted to that sliver of darkness beyond the velvet — and stayed there.
’She’s right there.’
The thought should have frozen her. Should have made her twist away, cover herself, beg him to stop.
Instead, her skin flushed hotter.
Alex set Vivienne down directly against the glass.
Her feet touched the floor, but her legs were trembling so violently they could barely hold her weight.
She swayed, her breath coming in sharp gasps, and reached forward desperately.
Her palms slapped against the cold window, fingers splaying wide as she tried to brace herself.
“Ahh…” A soft whimper escaped her as she struggled to stand.
And then Alex moved.
His body pressed against her from behind… chest to back, hips to ass… pinning her completely against the glass.
The sudden pressure drove her forward.
Her cheek pressed flat against the cold surface, her breath fogging the window in rapid bursts.
“Sir—” she gasped.
Before she could finish, his hands shot forward. His fingers wrapped around her wrists in an iron grip and he yanked her arms upward in one brutal motion.
Her hands slammed high above her head, palms flattening hard against the glass.
Pinned.
Trapped between his body and the window.
Vivienne’s face was crushed against the surface now, turned slightly to the side, her flushed cheek pressed hard against the cold glass.
Her breath came in desperate pants that fogged the window with each exhale.
Her body was completely immobilized… arms stretched high and helpless, chest flattened, hips held in place by his weight.
She looked like a butterfly pinned to a board.
Beautiful.
Broken.
On display.
Alex leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Are you enjoying this, Vivienne?” His voice was a low, dark whisper that vibrated through her pinned body. “Pressed against the glass like a whore… knowing your daughter is hiding just on the other side?”
Vivienne tried to speak. Tried to form words.
But nothing came out except a broken, helpless whimper.
“Mmm…”
The pleasure was too overwhelming. Too complete. Her mind couldn’t process language anymore… couldn’t do anything except feel the cold glass against her flushed skin, the heat of his body crushing her from behind, the aching emptiness between her legs begging to be filled.
She whimpered again, the sound desperate and needy.
Alex’s smile pressed against her ear.
“That’s what I thought.”
He shifted behind her.
His hands released her wrists but the command in his voice kept them pinned high above her head.
She felt him adjust his stance… felt his hips align with hers.
Felt the thick, hard weight of his cock pressing against her from behind.
Right there.
Right at her entrance.
Vivienne’s breath hitched, fogging the glass in a sharp burst.
Her entire body tensed in anticipation.
Waiting.
Needing.
And then he thrust.
In one brutal, devastating stroke, he buried himself to the hilt.
“Annhhh—GOOOD!”
Vivienne’s scream tore through the night… a primal, soul-shattering sound that was equal parts agony and ecstasy.
Her entire body convulsed, her spine arching violently as she struggled to accommodate the impossible invasion. Her hands clawed at the window frame, her forehead pressing against the glass.
On the other side of that glass… separated by barely two inches of cold barrier… Jennifer stood paralyzed.
She could hear everything.
The wet, obscene sound of him entering her mother. The impact of his hips against her ass. Vivienne’s broken, desperate cries.
’Oh my god.’
’Oh my god, they’re right there.’
’Right on the other side of the window.’
Jennifer’s legs trembled. Her breath fogged the stone wall she was pressed against.
She should run.
Should flee down the balcony and never look back.
But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
One hand remained clamped over her mouth, desperately catching the whimpers that kept trying to escape with each terrified breath.
The other was still buried between her legs, fingers working in slow, trembling circles despite her horror.
She couldn’t stop.
Even now… even with her mother pressed against the glass just inches away… her body refused to stop chasing the dark, shameful pleasure building in her core.
Her ears strained, every sense focused on what was happening on the other side of that barrier.
Listening.
***
Alex set a brutal pace immediately.
No warm-up. No gentleness. Just hard, relentless thrusts that made Vivienne’s entire body jerk forward with each impact.
“This what you wanted?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
“YES!” Vivienne screamed, her voice breaking. “God yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
Alex leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear.
“Imagine something for me, Vivienne,” he whispered, his voice carrying through the glass. “Imagine your precious daughter didn’t go home. Imagine she came back. Imagine she’s watching right now… watching her mother get fucked like a common whore.”
Vivienne’s moan was guttural, obscene.
“Does that excite you?” Alex pressed, his rhythm never faltering. “The thought of her seeing you like this?”
Vivienne’s pussy clenched involuntarily… gripping his cock so tight he felt every desperate pulse.
Her body answered before her mouth could.
“Look at that,” Alex groaned, feeling her walls contract around him. “You’re squeezing me. Your cunt is betraying you, Vivienne. It wants her to see.”
“YES!” The admission exploded from Vivienne’s throat, raw and shameless. “God yes! I want her to see! I want her to know what this feels like!”
“Know what?” Alex demanded.
“That I’m yours! That I’m nothing but your whore! That everything I am belongs to you!”
Alex’s laugh was dark and cruel.
“Good girl,” he murmured, increasing his pace.