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

Chapter 382: Mrs. Sterling(4)

“You are very naughty, Professor… aren’t you?”

Alex’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration against the shell of her ear, sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached up, his large, warm palms cupping both of her breasts at once. He squeezed them, testing their weight, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive, rhythmic pressure.

“Anh—!” Heena’s head fell back, her eyes snapping shut.

He was right. God, he was so right. She had spent years hiding behind her syllabus, imagining herself exactly like this… being handled, mastered, and dismantled by someone who didn’t care about her titles.

She had read it in the books, but the fiction was a pale, cold shadow compared to the raw, suffocating reality of Alex’s hands.

The books were nowhere close to the intense, forbidden feeling she was experiencing right now.

“Please… please…” The words tumbled out of her as a broken prayer.

She wasn’t asking him to stop; she was begging him to do more, to bridge the fifteen-year gap of her loneliness in a single night.

Alex let out a dark, satisfied huff of air. He squeezed harder, his thumbs brushing over her hardened peaks through the lace.

“You really have a pair of heavy, gorgeous tits, Mrs. Sterling. They’re so full… just begging to be handled.”

Then, his hand began its slow, agonizing descent.

Heena’s breath hitched as she felt his palm slide down her stomach, dipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

The fabric was already hiked up to her waist, exposing the fierce, defiant crimson of her silk panties… a secret she had worn like a hidden sin all evening.

She watched, mesmerized and horrified, as his hand moved against her inner thigh. The contrast of his rough skin against her pale, sensitive flesh made her vision swim.

“Oh, look at this,” Alex whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, appreciative drawl as the dome light caught the defiant crimson of her silk.

​He didn’t just look; he studied her. The stark contrast of the red lace against her pale, trembling skin was an admission she couldn’t take back.

His gaze traced the curve of her hips down to the clean-shaven, glistening heat he had finally uncovered.

​”Did you somehow know this was coming, Mrs. Dirty Sterling?” he teased, his eyes snapping back to hers, mocking the wide-eyed shock on her face. “Did you prepare all of this… just for me?”

​Heena tried to find her voice, tried to tell him that the red silk was just a fluke, a coincidence… but the lie died in her throat.

She had put them on that morning with a restlessness she hadn’t understood until this very second.

​Alex didn’t wait for her to struggle through an excuse. He hooked his fingers into the edge of the red lace, the silk straining against his knuckles as he slid it aside.

The air hit her, cool and sharp, just as he revealed the glistening, pink truth of her.

​”Look at you,” he murmured, his thumb beginning a slow, agonizing circle against her slick skin. “So prepared. So ready to be taught exactly how a woman like you is supposed to be handled.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pressed his thumb directly against her clitoris, circling it with a slow, torturous precision.

“Anhh…Please… please… I’m a married woman,” Heena gasped, her body arching off his lap.

The words were supposed to be a warning, a final thread of the life she was destroying, but in the humid silence of the car, they sounded like a provocation. A challenge.

“You’re a very naughty wife, aren’t you?” Alex countered, his voice dropping into a predatory growl. He increased the pressure, his thumb moving faster against her slick skin.

“Mentioning your husband… while you’re right here… dripping for your student. Moaning in his car because he doesn’t know how to make you sound like this.”

He leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of her neck. “But since you like it so much… isn’t it my duty as a student to do exactly as the Professor asks?”

Suddenly, a pair of headlights swept across the interior of the Audi.

The white light flooded the cabin for a terrifying, crystalline second. They both froze, eyes snapping toward the windshield as a car cruised slowly past them, its engine a low hum that sounded like a heartbeat.

Heena’s heart hammered against her ribs.

She was exposed, straddling a student in full view of the world. But instead of pulling away, her fingers dug into Alex’s shoulders, her nails drawing blood through his shirt.

The risk didn’t scare her… it turned her blood into liquid fire.

“Oh…” Alex chuckled, his voice a low, dark vibration that seemed to rattle the very glass of the car. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned back just enough to watch the red glow of the disappearing taillights. “Look at that. Isn’t that the car of Mr. Sterling?”

Heena’s head snapped toward the windshield, her neck popping with the suddenness of the movement.

Her vision blurred for a second before focusing on the receding audi. She knew that license plate. She knew the way those specific LED lights.

It was him. Howard.

The realization hit her like an ice-water bath, yet beneath the terror, a jagged, sick thrill electrified her spine.

“Why do you think he is here, Mrs. Sterling?”

Alex asked, his tone dripping with a teasing, cruel curiosity.

He reached up, his fingers trailing a slow, possessive line from her jaw down to the pulse jumping in her throat.

“Maybe your husband just can’t stay away from you for long. Maybe he wants to see exactly what his ’dignified’ wife is truly capable of.”

Heena couldn’t speak. Her lungs felt like they were filled with lead.

She was still straddling him, her red lace shifted aside, her skin still slick from his touch, while her husband’s car was only a few hundred meters away.

Alex’s eyes darkened, reflecting the streetlights like a predator in the brush.

“Shouldn’t we chase him?” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. “Shouldn’t we catch up to him at the next light and show him how good his wife is? Hmm? Show him exactly how she moans for her student?”

“No… Alex, please…” she gasped, her hands shaking as they gripped his shoulders.

“No?” Alex laughed, the sound sharp and triumphant.

Without warning, he shifted. In one powerful movement, he didn’t put her back in her seat… he simply adjusted her, turning her body so she was facing the windshield while still locked firmly in his lap.

He slid himself deeper into the driver’s seat, his hands reaching past her to grip the steering wheel, effectively trapping her between his chest and the wheel.

The engine roared to life, a low, aggressive growl that vibrated through Heena’s entire body.

“Let’s see if he’s as fast as he thinks he is,”

Alex murmured, his gaze fixed on the distant red lights of Howard’s car. He dropped the car into gear, his thighs tensing beneath her.

“Hold on, Professor. The lesson isn’t over. We’re just taking it on the road.”