She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 325: A View From The Cold – V
Chapter 325: A View From The Cold – V
Inside the room, the air was a pressurized weight of silence and musk. Alex shifted his position with a slow, predator’s grace, moving behind Helena until he was a towering shadow over her arched form.
He didn’t enter her immediately; instead, he settled the broad, pulsing head of his length against her entrance, the heat of him searing against her trembling skin.
Vivienne watched from just inches away, her fingers digging into the carpet. Her eyes were wide, glassy with a look of utter, spiritual starvation. She looked at him with a silent, desperate plea, her lips parted as if she were mentally dragging him back toward her.
Alex caught her gaze and let a slow, mocking smile curl his lips.
He reached out and wound his fingers into Helena’s hair, yanking her head back with a sharp, possessive force that bared her throat. He tilted her face toward the trembling woman beside her.”
”Look at her, Helena,” Alex rumbled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to cut through the heavy air like a serrated blade.
He adjusted his stance behind the assistant, the broad, pulsing head of his length pressing with agonizing heat against her entrance.
His eyes were locked on Vivienne, who was shivering just inches away, her fingers clawing at the carpet in a daze of unrequited hunger.
“Your boss still thinks she can negotiate. She still thinks her name and her banks carry weight in this room. What do you suggest we do with her?”
Helena turned her head, looking back at the woman she had served for years. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her flushed face… a look of pure, intoxicating malice. The hierarchy of the Vanderbilt empire was being inverted in real-time.
”Yes, Sir,” Helena whispered, her voice dripping with a newfound, jagged confidence.
“It looks like she needs a few more lessons to properly understand that she is absolutely nothing here. She’s just a spectator now.”
”Correct,” Alex murmured, his hand sliding from her waist to grip her hair, tilting her face up toward his.
“She should be punished. But let’s reward you for your devotion first, shouldn’t we? Tell me, Helena… how should I reward a girl who knows her place?”
Helena’s body jerked, a long, shuddering sob of anticipation racking her frame. The proximity of him, the cold dismissal of her boss, and the raw power radiating from his silhouette pushed her over the edge.
”Please, Sir… Use me!” she cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate, melodic wreck. “Ruin me… destroy everything I am! Don’t be gentle… just put it in and never stop!”
Alex didn’t give her another heartbeat. He drove himself forward with a singular, devastating thrust.
“AHHHH-GOD!”
A primal, soul-shattering roar ripped from Helena’s throat. It wasn’t a moan; it was a visceral scream of shock and agonizing ecstasy.
Her spine snapped into a rigid, trembling arc, her fingers clawing frantically into the plush carpet as the sheer mass of him bottomed out against her.
Her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites remained, flickering under the amber light. Her sanity began to dissolve into the heat, her mind unable to process the scale of the sensation.
She was no longer an assistant, no longer a person… she was just a nerve ending, vibrating under the weight of her master.
Beside them, Vivienne flinched as if she had been struck. She watched the way Helena’s body buckled and reeled, the sight of her “shadow” being utterly occupied by the man she craved.
A tear of pure, bitter jealousy tracked down the billionaire’s cheek as she witnessed the ruin she had just begged for being gifted to another.
Alex didn’t give Helena a second to recover. He began to move with a punishing, relentless rhythm. Every strike was a physical blow that sent Helena’s body lurching forward, her head thrashing from side to side.
“See this, Vivienne?” Alex growled over the rhythmic, wet slaps of his hips hitting Helena’s ass. “She isn’t trying to buy me. She isn’t talking about banks. She’s just being ruined. And she’s doing it better than you ever could.”
The pace escalated into a frenzy. Helena’s eyes began to whiten, rolling back until only the pale orbs were visible. Her sanity was being systematically dismantled by the pleasure.
Her breath became a series of high-pitched, unintelligible whimpers, her brain short-circuiting as Alex drove into her with a savage, uncompromising force.
She was no longer a woman; she was a vessel for his violence, her body vibrating under the weight of a man who was treating her like a common receptacle.
Alex’s pace didn’t falter, a brutal, machine-like rhythm that had Helena’s world spinning into a white void. Through the haze of his own exertion, he looked down at Vivienne. She was dazed, her mouth slightly agape as she watched the rhythmic destruction of her assistant, her eyes tracing the way Helena’s flesh bunched and bruised under his grip.
“Vivienne,” Alex rumbled, his voice cutting through Helena’s incoherent whimpers.
“Come here.”
The command acted like a physical pull.
Vivienne didn’t hesitate; she scrambled forward on all fours, her movements frantic and graceless. She reached him and, without needing a second word, she swiveled and pressed her ass up beside Helena’s, presenting herself in an identical, trembling arch.
Alex didn’t stop his assault on Helena.
Instead, he adjusted his stance, continuing to thrust into the assistant with a savage, uncompromising force while his large, heavy palm began to rain down rhythmic slaps on Vivienne’s upturned ass.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
The sound was sharp, punctuating the wet thuds of his hips. Vivienne’s pale skin turned a violent, blooming crimson under his hand.
“Do you know your fault yet, Vivienne?” Alex growled, leaning over them both, his shadow swallowing them. “Do you understand why you’re sitting there waiting while your assistant is being used?”
Vivienne let out a series of loud, crying moans, her body jerking with every strike to her flesh. The humiliation of being second, of being the “backup” in her own home, was a sharp, intoxicating poison.
“Yes! Sir! I was wrong!” she cried out, her voice a ragged ruin of its former corporate chill. “I was wrong! I’m sorry!”
“Then tell me again,” Alex whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing her ear, his eyes fixed mockingly on the gap in the curtains. “Tell me who you are.”
“And remember… your precious daughter is watching from the front seat. She can see exactly how the Iron Lady begs.”
A shuddering wave of shame crashed over Vivienne. For a split second, the thought of Jennifer seeing her mother, branded and red, shaking for a man’s attention, made her legs nearly give out.
But the shame didn’t make her stop; it pushed her deeper into the abyss. She was too far gone to care about motherhood or legacy.
Alex’s lips lingered by Vivienne’s ear just long enough to feel her shudder at the mention of her daughter. He pulled back, a cold, triumphant smirk cutting across his face as he left her suspended in that state of absolute shame.
He didn’t give her another glance. Instead, he refocused his entire predatory energy on Helena. He clamped his hands onto her waist, his fingers sinking into her hips like iron talons, and began to thrust with a renewed, savage force.
Thud. Slap. Thud.
The rhythm was no longer a pace; it was an execution. Every strike sent Helena’s body lurching forward, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. Her poise was gone, replaced by a raw, animalistic desperation.
”Ahhh! Yes! Faster! Please, Sir… faster!”
Helena’s voice was a jagged, high-pitched wreck, echoing off the high ceilings. She was beyond the point of words, her mind a flickering strobe light of white-hot pleasure.
“Break me! Just… don’t stop! More! I need more!”
She was begging for the very thing that was destroying her sanity. Her breath became a series of frantic, wet gulps as she tried to catch the air Alex was pounding out of her.
Beside her, Vivienne remained in her arch, her skin a burning crimson from the slaps, forced to listen to her assistant’s ecstatic ruin. She watched as Helena’s eyes began to glaze over completely, the pupils disappearing as the pleasure reached a terminal velocity.
”I’m… I’m going! Sir! Please!” Helena’s back snapped into a final, rigid curve.
A long, melodic scream ripped from her throat… a sound of pure, unadulterated release that seemed to drain the last of her strength.
Helena’s body finally gave way, her muscles twitching in the aftershocks of a climax that had wiped her mind clean. She collapsed into the carpet, a spent, breathing wreck. Alex didn’t offer her a hand; he simply withdrew, the sound wet and final in the heavy air.
He stepped over the near-unconscious assistant as if she were nothing more than a discarded silk robe, his dark, unquenched gaze settling on Vivienne.
The “Iron Lady” was a sight of total ruin. She was still arched, her skin glowing a violent crimson from his slaps, her eyes wide and glazed as she stared at Helena’s limp form. The sight of her own subordinate being driven to the brink of a blackout had shattered the last of Vivienne’s internal defenses.
Alex reached down, his fingers tangling once more in Vivienne’s hair, forcing her face up to meet his. He looked at her with a cold, mocking hunger that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
”She’s finished,” Alex rumbled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration. “She gave me everything. Now, Vivienne… what do you have left to offer that I haven’t already seen?”
Vivienne looked up at him, her lips trembling, her corporate mask not just cracked, but pulverized. She didn’t think about the banks. She didn’t think about the empire. She only thought about the weight she had just watched Helena endure.
”I have nothing left but this,” Vivienne choked out, her voice thick with a terrifying, ecstatic relief.
“I am your property, Sir. I’m nothing but a vessel. I’m your slut… and I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Please… don’t make me wait another second. I want to feel what she felt. I want you to destroy me just like you destroyed her.”
