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

Chapter 343: Hello, Jennifer

“How do you like my gift, Master?” Vivienne whispered, her hand stroking his jaw with terrifying familiarity.

She looked up at him with eager, desperate eyes… seeking approval, seeking praise, seeking acknowledgment of what she’d delivered.

“Was she as delicious as I promised she’d be?”

Alex laughed… a dark, satisfied sound that rumbled through his chest.

​”More than satisfied,” He said. He reached out and delivered a sharp, stinging SMACK to Vivienne’s reddened ass, the sound echoing through the humid room. “You’re really dedicated, Vivienne. A mother who knows exactly how to package her most precious asset.”

“What should I reward you with?” he mused, his voice dropping lower. “Should I open you up just like your daughter? Split you apart the same way?”

Vivienne’s breath hitched, anticipation and fear mixing in her eyes.

***

Jennifer lay slumped over the table, completely spent. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, still whited out from the devastating orgasm that had just torn through her.

Her body felt disconnected, unresponsive, like her mind had separated from the flesh that had just been so thoroughly used.

She barely registered the sounds around her… her mother’s voice, his response, the wet sound of their kiss.

It was all distant, muffled, unimportant. Until one phrase cut through the fog.

“How do you like my gift, Master?”

’Gift?’

’What gift?’

The word jolted something in Jennifer’s consciousness, and wareness slammed back into Jennifer’s body like electricity.

Her eyes snapped into focus, her head lifting slightly from where it rested against Helena’s thighs.

She looked back over her shoulder.

Her mother stood there, blocking her view… Vivienne’s body positioned between Jennifer and him, obscuring his face.

But something was different.

The mask.

It’s gone.

Jennifer could see it wasn’t on his face anymore, though her mother’s form prevented her from seeing his features clearly.

Jennifer felt a jolt of primal adrenaline surge through her spent body.

’I need to see him.’

’The man who destroyed me.’

’The man I fought for.’

’The man I willingly took in my ass.’

Her muscles screamed in protest, but Jennifer forced herself to focus, her vision sharpening as she strained to see past her mother.

Then Vivienne shifted slightly, moving to the side. And his face was revealed.

Jennifer saw the jawline first… sharp, sculpted, dusted with a faint shadow of stubble.

Then the mouth, curved into that same cruel, handsome smirk.

“So handsome…” The words tumbled off Jennifer’s tongue in a dazed, involuntary whisper.

He looked like a god carved from granite and sin.

But as Vivienne moved further aside, as the full view of his face became clear… the high arc of his cheekbones, the piercing depth of his eyes… the worship in her chest turned to ice.

’Wait.’

Her breath hitched, a jagged, terrified sound.

Her fingers, which had been limp on the mahogany, suddenly clawed at the wood in frantic, scratching desperation.

“No…” Jennifer gasped, her eyes widening until they were white-rimmed circles of pure disbelief. “No… it can’t be. It’s impossible.”

She knew that face.

The exact face she’d seen countless times before… not in a dark villa, but in a completely different context.

A context that made this impossible.

“How… how can it be him?”

The Scholarship Boy.

That nobody they’d laughed at. Beaten and broken for fun.

The one she’d dismissed as so far beneath her he wasn’t worth remembering.

Jennifer’s mind fractured, trying to reconcile the broken, humiliated boy from her memories with the man who had just destroyed her so completely.

The man she’d begged.

The man she’d competed for.

’No.’

’This isn’t real.’

’This can’t be real.’

***

Jennifer remained paralyzed, her cheek pressed against the cold mahogany as if the table were the only thing keeping her soul from leaking out of her body.

The silence in the room was no longer heavy with lust; it was sharp, jagged, and filled with the screaming ghosts of her past.

Every inch of her body that had been humming with pleasure only seconds ago now felt contaminated. The slick warmth between her thighs, the dull ache in her core… it all belonged to him.

The “nobody.”

Alex didn’t look away. He didn’t offer her the mercy of a distraction. He leaned back against the edge of the table, crossing his powerful arms over a chest she had just been clawing in ecstasy.

He looked down at her, his dark, familiar eyes tracking the tremors still racking her frame, and his mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“Hello, Jennifer,” he murmured. His voice was a low, velvet rasp that made her skin crawl with a fresh wave of heat. “I must say… I never knew you could be this good.”

He tilted his head, his gaze traveling significantly down her trembling, exposed form.

“The girl I remember was so stiff. So frigid. Always looking down her nose at everyone.” He let out a soft, mocking huff of a laugh.

“But the girl on this table? The one who just begged me to split her apart? She’s a natural. You really have a talent for being ruined.”

Shame, hot and acidic, flooded Jennifer’s system. She wanted to vanish. She wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

He wasn’t just talking about the sex; he was talking about the submission. He was talking about how the girl who had once watched his ribs break for sport had just spent the last hour worshipping the very man she had tried to erase.

“Alex…” she whispered.

The name felt like a sin on her tongue. It was the first time she had ever spoken it without a sneer, the first time she had acknowledged him as a person. She didn’t know what to say.

Vivienne’s head snapped between the two of them, her eyes narrowing as she caught the electric current of history vibrating in the air. She stepped forward, her hand moving from Alex’s jaw to his shoulder, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

“Oh?” Vivienne interrupted, her voice dripping with a forced, sharp curiosity. “Do you two… know each other?”

Alex didn’t take his eyes off Jennifer. He reached up, covering Vivienne’s hand with his own, but his focus remained on the broken girl on the table.

“You could say that, Vivienne,” Alex said, his tone conversational and lethal. “Your daughter and I… we have a very long, very painful history.”

He leaned forward, his face inches from Jennifer’s.

“Isn’t that right, Jennifer? Or should I remind your mother about the last time we were this close?”

Jennifer couldn’t breathe. The power dynamic hadn’t just shifted; it had been incinerated.

The Master she had just claimed for herself wasn’t a stranger she could learn to control.

He was a debt she hadn’t realized she owed… and he was clearly here to collect every single cent, starting with her pride.

Vivienne looked between them, her expression shifting to calculated interest.

“How delightful. This makes everything so much more… personal, doesn’t it?”

Something snapped inside Jennifer.

The shock fractured into rage… hot, vicious, desperate rage.

“YOU!” Jennifer screamed, her voice breaking as she pushed herself up from the table with trembling arms.

She whirled on her mother, tears streaming down her face.

“You SET ME UP! You gave me to him like a fucking GIFT!” Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body shaking.

“How could you DO this to your own daughter? What kind of mother…”

Her voice cracked.

“I’m disgusted by you,” Jennifer spat, the words venomous. “You’re disgusting. You’re sick. You—”

“We didn’t do anything, darling.”

Helena’s voice cut through Jennifer’s tirade, smooth and playful. She still sat on the table, completely relaxed, a small smile playing at her lips.

“It was you who tried to steal our Master from us,” Helena continued, her tone carrying gentle mockery. “You who crawled on your knees. You who begged. You who offered your ass.”

She tilted her head, eyes glittering.

“We just… let you.”

Jennifer’s breath caught, the rage turning inward.