"So what’s it going to be?" Alex asked softly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Do you take this punishnt yourself? Or do you offer up your daughter to save yourself?"
The question hung in the air like a executioner’s blade.
Vivienne lay there, bent over, ass raised, trembling... not entirely from fear, but from the overwhelming cocktail of sensations flooding her system.
The tingling pain in her ass was still there. A burning, stinging reminder of how close he’d co to breaching that final barrier. How close she’d co to breaking completely.
She wasn’t a prude. In truth, she wasn’t even against the idea of him claiming her that way.
The thought of being completely filled by him, of being degraded to that level, sent a dark, forbidden thrill through her nerves. But not like this. Not dry. Not unprepared. The stinging sensation radiating from her rim told her exactly what would happen if he shoved: he would tear her apart.
But if she prepared... if she had ti to stretch, to practice, to ready herself properly...
A heavy, molten heat pooled low in her belly at the re idea.
’Next ti,’ she thought, the promise settling into her mind like a vow. ’Next ti I’ll be ready.’
And regarding Jennifer...
Vivienne’s lips curved into a small, secret smirk against the floor.
She wasn’t against that idea either.
In fact, she was already calculating. Already planning. Jennifer was young, beautiful, naive... exactly the kind of fresh conquest a man like Alex would crave. And if offering her daughter ant securing Alex for herself, maintaining this dark, intoxicating connection...
Besides, she told herself, the rationalization smoothing over the cracks in her conscience, it was a strategic move.
The vultures were circling. Richard... her own brothers... they all had plans for Jennifer. They saw her as a pawn in their corporate gas, a piece of at to be traded to so stuffy old board mber or used to seal a rger with a rival firm.
At least with Alex...
Vivienne looked up at the man standing over her... brutal, powerful, untouchable.
At least with Alex, Jennifer would be protected. He was a monster, yes, but he was a monster who owned what he touched. If Jennifer belonged to him, she would be safe from Richard’s sches and the greedy hands of her uncles.
Well.
Sacrifices had to be made.
’And if he wants to fuck her ass instead of mine...’ Vivienne’s smirk widened. ’...that’s not really my problem, is it?’
The pragmatism should have horrified her.
Instead, it made her wetter.
She was so aroused now that the pain didn’t matter. The tingling in her ass, the sha of her thoughts, the degradation... all of it fed into a desperate, overwhelming need that eclipsed everything else.
She needed him.
Needed him to fuck her brains out. Needed him to claim her properly. Needed him to make her forget her na, her title, her daughter, everything except the feeling of being completely, utterly taken.
"Well?" Alex prompted, his hand resting possessively on her reddened ass. "I’m waiting for an answer, Vivienne."
Vivienne’s decision crystallized.
She pushed herself up.
Not all the way... she didn’t stand... but she straightened her torso, twisting to face him, her hands reaching up to grip his neck for support.
"Fuck , Alex," she breathed.
And then she captured his lips.
The kiss was hard, desperate, demanding. She poured everything into it... all her need, all her frustration, all her dark, twisted desire. Her tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him even as she submitted to him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his neck.
When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes were wild.
"Fuck ," she repeated, her voice raw. "And I’ll present her to you by tomorrow."
Alex’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.
"Jennifer?" he confird.
"Yes." Vivienne’s grip on his neck tightened. "Tomorrow. I’ll bring her. I’ll deliver her however you want her."
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
"But right now, fuck so hard I forget everything else. Fuck so hard I can’t think. I can’t control myself anymore, Alex. I need..."
Her voice broke.
"I need you inside . Please."
Alex threw his head back and laughed.
The sound was rich, dark, genuinely amused.
"You’re seeing this, Helena?" he called out, not taking his eyes off Vivienne.
Helena, who had been watching from her position near the table, stepped closer. Her expression was a complex mixture of satisfaction, arousal, and sothing that might have been pity.
"Oh, I’m seeing it, Sir," Helena purred.
Alex’s smile turned cruel.
"Look at this," he said, his hand fisting in Vivienne’s hair, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "A mother so desperate for cock that she’s willing to serve up her own daughter just to get fucked."
Vivienne flinched, but didn’t deny it.
"Not just willing," Alex continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "Eager. Planning it. Already figuring out how to package her little girl like a gift."
He looked at Helena.
"What kind of mother does that make her?"
"A terrible one, Sir," Helena answered promptly. "A selfish, cock-hungry whore who doesn’t deserve to be called a mother at all."
The words should have devastated Vivienne.
Instead, they made her moan.
"Yes," she gasped, beyond sha now, beyond pride. "Yes, I’m terrible. I’m selfish. I’m a whore. Just please..."
"Please what?" Alex demanded.
"Please fuck !"
Alex’s smile was absolutely wicked.
"Since you asked so nicely..."
He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips with bruising force.
"I’ll fuck you so hard," he growled, lining himself up with her dripping entrance, "that you’ll never forget this dick for the rest of your life."
And then he thrust.
In one brutal, claiming stroke, he buried himself to the hilt.
"AHHHHGG!" Vivienne scread, her entire body convulsing.
The sensation was overwhelming... after hours of denial, of teasing, of desperate need, the sudden fullness was almost too much.
"FINALLY!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Finally! Oh god, finally!"
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