She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 376: The Other Side of Loyalty
Chapter 376: The Other Side of Loyalty
“Despite having such a beautiful wife,” Tisha whispered, her fingers lazily adjusting a stray, sweat-dampened strand of hair from her forehead. “He’s always wandering like a stray dog, sniffing around for scraps of meat.”
Heena didn’t flinch. To her own surprise, she didn’t feel the sting of insulted pride or the sharp flare of anger.
Instead, a wave of cold, heavy relief washed over her.
It was the relief of a prisoner finally hearing someone else acknowledge the bars of her cage.
Someone finally saw the truth of her marriage… the hollowed-out silence and the starving neglect.
“He doesn’t… deserve you, Heena.” Tisha breathed, the sentence fracturing as Alex shifted behind her.
His hands closed around her thighs, lifting them with that same effortless authority, draping her legs over his shoulders as he repositioned himself between them.
There was no hesitation in his movements… no negotiation or pause for permission.
He settled against her and his mouth found her again with a focused, consuming intensity that made the earlier pace look like a warm-up.
“Ahh — there… right there — slower…”
Tisha’s head dropped back, her spine arching off the seat, her fingers clawing into the leather as his tongue worked her with a precision that bordered on cruelty.
“Annnhh… God—you always… you always know exactly where—”
Her words dissolved. The sentence gave up trying to be language and became a wet, broken sound that climbed upward.
Tisha stopped focusing on Heena, her head lolling back as she surrendered entirely to the mouth between her thighs with the total, graceless abandon of a woman who had forgotten anyone else existed.
Heena sat in the driver’s seat, her body twisted toward them.
Her eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on the scene behind her with the rapt, breathless attention of a woman watching her own fantasies performed live.
She wasn’t hiding it anymore.
The shame had burned itself out somewhere between the moan and the pulled-over car. What was left in its place was something rawer… a hunger so starved it had stopped caring about propriety.
She watched the arched figure of her always poised colleague, taking in the blissful, shattered expression on Tisha’s face with a mounting, heavy envy.
Heena couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt anything close to that.
She searched her memory… years of it, fifteen years of a marriage… and found nothing.
Sterling’s touch had never produced that expression on her face. Not even in the beginning. Not even when she’d loved him.
’Or maybe,’ she thought with a sudden, jagged bitterness, ’he was simply never capable of it.’
She cursed him silently… the man who had left her to rot in a cold bed while he played at being a king in every other woman’s.
Her eyes drifted down to Alex.
He was buried in the task, his jaw working with a rhythmic, punishing intensity.
Then, as if sensing the weight of her stare, his gaze flickered upward.
As he saw her staring, a slow, dark smirk formed on his lips. He didn’t look away; instead, he held her eyes with a terrifying clarity.
It was the look of a man who didn’t just see her, but saw through her… a look that confirmed he knew exactly what she was craving, exactly how starved she was, and exactly how much she wanted to be in Tisha’s place.
His mouth didn’t stop. His rhythm didn’t break.
He held her gaze.
And then he went harder.
His pace intensified… deliberate, aggressive, a visible escalation that was aimed not at the woman beneath his mouth but at the woman watching from the front seat.
“Oh my god… Alex… slow down… you’ll kill me…” Tisha cried out, her voice breaking into a high, frantic wail.
Her hips bucked violently against the seat, her fingers flying to his hair, clawing for purchase as the intensity threatened to snap her spine.
But Alex didn’t slow. If anything, he became more ruthless, his jaw set in a hard, punishing line.
Through the tangled mess of Tisha’s hair and the frantic movement of her body, his eyes stayed locked on Heena. Dark. Unwavering.
Eating Tisha while looking at Heena as if to say: ’This is what I do. This is what it looks like. And you’re next.’
Heena felt it hit her like a physical force… a wave of heat that crashed through her belly and settled between her legs with a weight that made her gasp.
Her thighs pressed together, a reflexive, desperate clench, but the pressure only made it worse.
Tisha squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers knotting into the fabric of the seat, her hips bucking helplessly..
She was feeling it. As if his tongue were on her. As if those dark eyes looking up from between Tisha’s thighs were looking up from between hers. The phantom sensation was so vivid, so immediate, that her hips shifted involuntarily in the driver’s seat.
A small, unconscious grind against the leather that sent a spike of pleasure through her core sharp enough to make her bite down on her own knuckle.
Her underwear was ruined. She could feel the dampness spreading, the fabric clinging to skin that hadn’t been touched in months but was responding now as if every nerve ending had been waiting for exactly this permission to wake up.
She was watching a man devour another woman and her body was responding as if it were happening to her.
And she couldn’t stop.
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Heena was so lost in the heat behind her eyes that she didn’t register the movement until it was too late.
Tisha’s hand… still trembling, still damp… reached forward between the front seats and pressed firmly against Heena’s chest.
Heena’s breath left her body in a single, violent rush.
The touch wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t tentative. It was the deliberate, knowing press of a woman who had been watching another woman unravel for the last twenty minutes.
Tisha’s thumb brushed across the stiff peak straining against the fabric of Heena’s blouse.
The friction sent a jolt through Heena’s spine that made her entire body seize.
“Look at these,” Tisha whispered, her voice wrecked but her eyes sharp. “So stiff, Heena. You’re already there. Your body made the decision for you the moment we pulled over.”
Heena’s hand flew up — reflex, instinct, the muscle memory of a woman who had spent her entire adult life maintaining boundaries.
Her fingers closed around Tisha’s wrist.
But she didn’t pull it away.
Her hand just sat there. Wrapped around Tisha’s wrist.
”It’s just your mind that’s still resisting,” Tisha purred, her fingers squeezing, testing the weight of Heena’s arousal. “But your skin… your skin is screaming for a touch that doesn’t come from a man who’s forgotten you exist.”
Tisha’s fingers pressed deeper, and Heena’s head fell back against the headrest, her eyes fluttering shut. A trembling exhale escaped her—a low, broken sound that carried none of the composure of Professor Sterling. In that one breath, the woman who had walked out of the faculty lounge an hour ago was officially dead.
”Show her, Alex,” Tisha commanded, her voice dropping into a husky, rhythmic cadence as she turned her focus back to the man between her legs. “Show my friend what she’s been missing while she was busy being a ’good wife’ to a bastard.”
Tisha leaned back, her body arching into Alex’s relentless work, her eyes fixed on Heena’s shattered expression.
She wasn’t just enjoying the moment; she was advertising it, selling the raw, physical power of the man handling her.
”He is so good, Heena… he’s a revelation. He’ll make you forget Sterling’s name before the night is over.” Tisha let out a jagged moan, her hips bucking in a frantic circle.
“Forget about that pathetic husband of yours. He never deserved the woman you are. While you were rotting in that cold house, he was busy losing himself in the skirt of whatever bitch looked at him twice. He’s a dog, Heena.”
Heena was too far gone to care about the insults. The mention of Howard’s betrayal didn’t hurt anymore; it functioned as a permission slip.
Each word from Tisha acted as a hammer, shattering the last of her loyalty. She was drowning in her own arousal, the heat in her lap turning into a pulsing, undeniable ache that demanded to be answered.
“You know what he did today?” Tisha continued, her voice steadying just enough to deliver the blade. “Your husband. He came to my office. Cologne. Rehearsed lines. That sad, desperate smile he thinks is charming.”
Heena’s eyes opened.
“He offered me a ride home,” Tisha said. “Told me his wife was busy with curriculum. Told me she’d be working late. As if I didn’t know exactly what he was doing.”
The words landed like stones dropped into still water, but they didn’t bring the sting of a new wound. Instead, they brought the cold, heavy weight of confirmation.
“I sent him away, Heena.” Tisha’s voice softened. The mischief drained, leaving something bare and honest. “I looked at your husband and I felt nothing. Not even anger. Just pity.”
Her hand pressed gently against Heena’s chest… not squeezing now, just resting there. Holding her.
“Why would I want a man like that,” Tisha whispered, “when I have someone who makes me feel like this?”
A moan broke the sentence — genuine, unplanned, ripped from her by something Alex did that she hadn’t seen coming.
Her body arched, her grip tightening on Heena’s breast involuntarily, and the pressure sent a jolt through Heena that made her gasp out loud.
When Tisha’s breath returned, her eyes found Heena’s. Close. Wet. Honest.
“Forget him, Heena. He’s out there right now, lost in some other woman’s skirt, not giving you a single thought. He doesn’t deserve your guilt. He doesn’t deserve your loyalty. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She let the words settle. Let the silence do its work.
