She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 318: Arrival
Chapter 318: Arrival
“What about you, Helena?”
Alex’s voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the cold night air. “Weren’t you waiting for me?”
Helena stood frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly against the silk of her emerald dress. She tried to look down, to hide the raw, desperate hunger in her eyes, but Alex wouldn’t allow it.
His thumb brushed against her lower lip… slow, deliberate, claiming.
The touch was electric. Helena shivered, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her throat.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
He slid his hand under her chin, tilting her head back with gentle, irresistible pressure. He forced her to meet his gaze.
Helena looked up, and her breath hitched.
She was staring into the same dark, abyssal eyes that had stripped her bare that night. The same eyes that had watched her unravel on the dining room table, that had seen her beg, scream, and break.
There was no judgment in them. Only possession.
“Sir, I…” she stammered, her voice trembling.
Alex didn’t wait for the excuse.
He leaned forward and captured her mouth.
It wasn’t a tentative kiss. It was a seal of ownership. He took her lips with a bruising, possessive intensity, crushing her protest before it could even form.
Helena didn’t fight him. She didn’t even hesitate.
She melted instantly, her body betraying her the moment his skin touched hers. She rose on her tiptoes, her hands clutching at the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer as if she were terrified he might pull away.
She opened for him, desperate, trying to take his tongue inside her mouth as deep as she could, tasting him, drinking him in like a woman dying of thirst.
For a long moment, the only sound on the porch was the wet, heated friction of their mouths and Helena’s soft, needy whimpers.
Finally, Alex broke the kiss.
He pulled back just an inch, leaving them both breathing heavy, their breath mingling in the cold air. Helena stared up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed and unfocused, completely ruined by a single touch.
Alex smirked.
Without a word, he spun her around.
Helena moved without an ounce of resistance, letting him handle her like a doll. He pressed her back against his chest, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her steady. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her ear.
“You’re shying away like a new bride,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
He felt her stiffen in his arms, the flush on her neck deepening to a dark crimson.
“Where is that fire you had the other night?” he taunted, his hand drifting lower, resting possessively on her hip. “You certainly weren’t this shy last time…”
He bit her earlobe gently.
“Not when you were screaming my name… and calling your precious Mrs. Vivienne a bitch.”
The memory of that night… of her legs wrapped around his waist, her mind shattered by pleasure, screaming obscenities about the woman she had served faithfully for ten years… hit her like a physical blow.
”I…” she choked out, her voice barely audible. Shame flooded her veins, hot and prickly. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to face the reality of how completely she had unraveled for him.
”Don’t apologize,” Alex murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I liked it.”
He pulled back slowly, releasing her from the embrace but keeping one hand firmly on the small of her back. His touch was heavy, grounding her trembling form.
”It’ll be fun breaking you again,” he added, his voice dropping to a dark, mocking crawl.
“When you’re begging to be fucked all over again, you’ll be cursing your duties for every second they kept me from you.”
He looked down at her flushed, chaotic face with a satisfied smirk.
”But it seems your Mistress has grown lazy,” Alex mused, his eyes drifting toward the heavy oak door. “Sending you out here alone… making me wait.”
His expression darkened playfully, though the edge in his voice was real enough to make Helena’s breath hitch again.
”Let’s go,” he commanded, nudging her forward. “I have to punish her for not welcoming me properly.”
Helena nodded frantically, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The threat… or was it a promise?… sent a jolt of anticipation straight to her core.
”Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
She stepped back, her legs feeling unsteady in her heels, and turned toward the open door.
She didn’t dare look back at the dark driveway or the empty road. Her world had narrowed down to the man behind her and the woman waiting upstairs.
Helena extended a trembling hand, gesturing for him to follow. She led him across the threshold, her emerald dress swishing softly against the marble floor.
Alex followed her inside, the predator stepping into the den.
Inside, the silence was heavy… thick with a scent that wasn’t there before.
Vanilla. Musk. And the underlying, metallic tang of nervous anticipation.
Alex scanned the foyer.
The massive crystal chandelier that usually dominated the ceiling was dark. In its place, a trail of amber light guided the way. The wall sconces had been dimmed to their lowest setting, casting long, dancing shadows against the cream-colored walls, creating a path of gold that led only one way.
Upstairs.
“This way, Sir,” Helena whispered, her voice trembling slightly in the quiet hall.
She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her spine like a physical touch.
She moved toward the grand staircase, her hand trailing lightly over the polished mahogany banister. Alex followed, his steps silent on the marble, his eyes locked on her.
They ascended the grand staircase, the shadows stretching long and distorted against the walls. The air grew warmer with every step, the scent of musk intensifying until it was almost dizzying.
At the top of the landing, the double doors to the Master Suite stood slightly ajar, a sliver of warm, golden light bleeding out onto the dark plush carpet of the hallway.
Helena stepped aside, bowing her head low, gesturing for him to enter first.
Alex didn’t hesitate. He pushed the doors open with a firm hand.
The room beyond was unrecognizable.
The stark, modern elegance of the Vanderbilt master bedroom had been drowned in a sea of warmth. Dozens of thick, pillar candles flickered on every surface… the nightstands, the dresser, the floor… casting a dancing, hypnotic glow that banished the electric lights. The bed was stripped of its duvet, the sheets replaced with black silk that swallowed the candlelight.
And in the center of it all, framed by the glow of a large vanity mirror, was Vivienne.
She was standing with her back to the door, staring critically at her own reflection. She was nervously smoothing the fabric of a sheer, black lace nightgown that clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her hair, usually trapped in a severe, iron-tight bun, cascaded down her bare back in wild, carefully styled waves.
She was pinching her cheeks, biting her lips to make them redder, muttering something frantic to herself.
Alex watched her for a split second… the “Iron Lady” reducing herself to a nervous teenager preparing for a date.
Then, his shoe clicked against the hardwood floor.
Vivienne froze.
Her eyes snapped up to the mirror, locking onto his reflection in the glass.
”Alex…”
The name left her lips in a breathless gasp.
She spun around, her face lighting up instantly. She didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room in quick, eager strides, the sheer black lace of her nightgown trailing behind her like smoke.
She reached him in seconds, stopping just inches from his chest, invading his personal space with the heat of her body and the scent of expensive perfume.
She didn’t cower. She didn’t shake.
Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with a feverish, intoxicating mix of adoration and pride. Her lips curved into a breathtaking, eager smile… the kind of smile usually reserved for closing the deal of a lifetime.
She swept her hand out in a graceful gesture, showcasing the flickering candles, the black silk sheets, and the mood she had painstakingly curated.
”Do you like it?” she asked, her voice breathless but filled with anticipation.
She took a half-step back and did a slow, small twirl, letting him see every inch of the lace clinging to her curves before turning her glowing gaze back to him.
”I prepared everything… just for you.”
