She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 359: The Archive of Sin(1)

Chapter 359: The Archive of Sin(1)

Alex stared at the glowing screen for a second longer, the light carving his smirk into a sharp, cruel edge.

Madison and Emma looked up at him, their faces a mess of sweat and smudged mascara, their eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and desperate curiosity.

“What is it, Sir?” Madison whispered, her voice trembling.

Alex didn’t answer. Instead, his thumbs danced over the screen, typing out the exact location of their hidden corner of the Archives.

He set the phone down on a stack of dusty books with a deliberate, heavy thud.

“Another slut of mine is on her way,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. “And she doesn’t like to share. Which means you two don’t have much time left to impress me. Show me what you’ve got before she gets here to claim what’s hers.”

The girls’ eyes widened in a flash of pure, territorial panic.

“Who is it, Sir?” Emma gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard it was visible through her silk blouse. “Is it someone from the college?”

“You’ll know in a few minutes,” Alex replied, his voice dropping into a register that made their spines turn to water. “But if I were you, I’d stop talking and start working. Every second you waste asking questions is a second she gets to take from you.”

The competitive fire in the row spiked to a lethal temperature.

Madison and Emma shared a sharp, fleeting look… a silent pact formed in the heat of the moment. They weren’t rivals anymore; they were a united front, determined to prove that this territory was theirs and theirs alone.

​”Whoever she is… she’ll have to wait her turn for you, Master,” Madison whispered, her voice thick with a new, dark resolve.

​They didn’t just take him; they attacked him.

Madison dived for the base, her tongue working with a wicked, slick friction that seemed to set his nerves on fire, while Emma claimed the head, her eyes watering as she forced herself to take him as deep as she could possibly manage.

Alex watched their panic… a frantic, beautiful desperation… with eyes that glinted like a predator observing its prey. The shift in the room’s energy was visceral; the air grew thicker, charged by the silent pact they had made to hold their ground.

He leaned back against the iron-reinforced shelving, a dark, sovereign amusement blooming in his chest as he witnessed the sudden, violent surge in their devotion.

​They weren’t just serving anymore; they were fighting for their lives.

​He let out a long, ragged exhale that was almost a moan as Emma’s tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock with a wicked, practiced friction. The sensation was sharp and electric, cutting through the dull hum of the library beyond the archives.

Madison was just as relentless, her hands and lips working the base with a feverish intensity, her fingers digging into his thighs to anchor him in place.

“That’s it,” Alex hissed, his voice a low, vibrating scrape that seemed to rattle the very shelves behind him. “Very good. You’re both being such perfect little distractions. So eager to prove you worth.”

“But enough of this gentle shit,” he hissed.

He took full control. With a sudden, forceful surge, he began to drive into their mouths with a rhythmic, punishing pace. He didn’t wait for them to accommodate him; he forced them to adapt.

Madison and Emma were a blur of blonde and brunette, their heads bobbing in a frantic, messy synchronization. Alex’s hands were iron vices in their hair, guiding them, shoving them down until the sound of their gagging became a rhythmic accompaniment to the wet, slapping sounds of the act.

“Ghk—glrk! Ghkk!”

They were choking, eyes rolling back, their bodies trembling on the cold stone floor, but neither of them dared to pull away. The fear of the “other woman” arriving and finding them lacking was more powerful than the physical biological revolt of their throats.

Alex leaned back, his abs clenching as he neared the edge, his breath coming in ragged, savage hitches.

The pressure in his core was building like a tidal wave, and through the haze of pleasure, he could hear the distant, rhythmic click-clack of high heels echoing through the silent, shadowed corridor of the Archives.

She was close.

***

Jennifer felt her phone vibrate against her thigh, and she snatched it out immediately.

Seeing the name on the screen, a triumphant smile carved its way across her face. She was thrilled that her Master had replied so quickly, but as she read the text, her brow furrowed in momentary confusion.

​’The Library?’

​”Is he really calling me there?” she whispered to herself. The idea of him summoning her to the cold, silent depths of the Archives sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through her.

She didn’t spend another second thinking.

She stood up, grabbed her coat, and began moving toward the library with a frantic, singular focus.

​Sophia, sitting nearby watched Jennifer’s sudden transformation with narrowing, suspicious eyes.

She had never seen Jennifer act like this… practically vibrating with a dark sort of excitement, her usual icy composure discarded as she rushed out the door.

​’Why is this bitch so excited?’ Sophia thought, her eyes tracking Jennifer’s silhouette. ’And why the hell is she running toward the library?’

​Sophia knew Jennifer wasn’t the type to pull a long study session for no reason. This wasn’t about grades; this was something far more interesting.

Sensing a secret she could use, Sophia waited until the door clicked shut before slipping into her shoes.

​She followed at a distance, moving like a ghost through the quiet campus corridors.

She watched as Jennifer disappeared into the massive stone entrance of the library.

Jennifer stepped through the heavy oak doors of the library, the sudden blast of clinical LED light and the sheer volume of people making her recoil for a fraction of a second.

The main hall was a sprawling sea of desperation.

Every table was occupied, every outlet claimed by tangled chargers, and the air was thick with the humid, stale scent of hundreds of students cramming for finals. It was a hive of frantic activity… the scratching of pens, the low hum of laptops, and the occasional hushed, panicked whisper of a study group on the verge of a breakdown.

’Why are all these bugs here?’ Jennifer cursed internally, her lip curling in a sneer of pure elitist disgust.

She felt a surge of possessive irritation. The idea that these common “bugs” were occupying the same air as her Master felt like a personal insult. She worried for a heartbeat that their presence would ruin the dark, private fun he had promised, but as she scanned the room, she realized she was invisible to them.

They were too buried in their textbooks and caffeine-induced trances to notice her. To them, she was just another student; to her, they were obstacles to be bypassed.

She didn’t waste another second. Adjusting her coat and masking her feverish excitement with a veil of icy indifference, she began to navigate the maze of tables.

She moved with a predatory grace, weaving through the crowded aisles toward the back of the building where the light began to fail.

The further she moved toward the South Wing, the more the crowd thinned. The modern desks were replaced by heavy, dust-caked mahogany, and the “white noise” of the main hall faded into a heavy, tomb-like silence.

She reached the entrance to the Archives. The air here was colder, smelling of ancient leather and forgotten secrets.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, rhythmic drumbeat of anticipation.

She stepped onto the stone floor of the wing, her heels beginning that sharp, unmistakable click… click… click… that echoed through the dark, towering stacks like a countdown.