Vivienne’s laugh ca out broken, jagged, punctuated by moans.
"Jennifer? Ahh—she’s just a... mmm... brat!"
Her head turned sharply toward the window, her eyes blazing with contempt as if she could see straight through the glass to her daughter hiding in the darkness.
"A useless... oh GOD... puppet who thinks... ahh... thinks she can lead this family because she shares my blood!"
THRUST.
"Really?" Alex asked, his voice rich with amusent as he enjoyed the twisted competition between mother and daughter.
He kept thrusting her slowly... deliberately slow... drawing out every word, every confession.
"Yes!" Vivienne affird between gasps. "She has no idea what real power feels like!"
"That’s rather cruel," Alex said, and suddenly he stopped.
Completely.
His motion ceased mid-thrust, his voice carrying a mocking edge. "Even for you."
Vivienne felt the emptiness imdiately as he withdrew, pulling out of her completely.
"No..." she gasped, her head whipping back to look at him, her eyes desperate and questioning.
’Why did you stop?’
Alex stood directly behind her, completely still.
His hand traced down her spine slowly, making her shudder and arch desperately beneath his touch.
"You really are pathetic, aren’t you?" he said, his voice rising just enough to carry through the glass. "Your daughter is outside sowhere, heartbroken and crying, while you’re here, begging to get fucked."
"I’m just teaching her a lesson," Vivienne said quickly, frantically trying to justify herself, desperate to earn him back. "She needs to know her place."
Alex’s hand shot forward.
His fingers wrapped around her throat... not choking, but commanding... and he pulled her up with sudden, brutal force.
"Ahh!" Vivienne cried out in shock as her feet scrambled beneath her, her legs trembling as he forced her to stand.
Her back pressed against his chest, his hand still firm around her throat, tilting her head back.
"Teaching her a lesson?" Alex’s voice was low, mocking, his breath hot against her ear.
His free hand slid up her body, finding her breast... full and heavy, the nipple hard and aching.
He gripped it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"Why don’t you tell the truth, Vivienne?"
He twisted.
Sharp. Deliberate.
"ANHH!" Vivienne’s cry was broken, half-pain, half-pleasure, her body arching into his cruel touch.
"You’re a whore who gets off thinking about her distressed daughter," Alex whispered, his voice carrying just enough to bleed through the glass. "Aren’t you?"
He twisted harder.
Vivienne’s hands flew to his... not to push him away, but to press his grip deeper, harder, into her aching breast.
"YES!" she scread, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Yes! I’m your whore! I love it! I love thinking about her out there while you fuck !"
Her voice broke completely.
"I don’t care about her! I only care about THIS! Please, Sir, just fuck ! Please!"
Alex leaned down, his chest pressed against Vivienne’s back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dark and intimate. "Fucked. Broken. Ruined."
He pinched her sensitive nipple.
Hard.
"Anhh!" Vivienne’s cry was sharp, her body jerking in his grip.
"But tell sothing, Vivienne..."
He twisted slowly, deliberately, drawing out her suffering.
"What if I want your daughter too?"
Vivienne’s breath caught, her body going rigid.
"What if I want to fuck Jennifer?" Alex continued, his voice dropping to sothing dangerous. "Break her the sa way I’ve broken you?"
He pinched harder. Twisted.
Vivienne’s moan was long and high-pitched... a sound of pure, shaless ecstasy mixed with sothing darker.
"I don’t care!" she sobbed, her voice breaking completely. "Do whatever you want to her! Use her! Break her! Ruin her just like you’ve ruined !"
Her hands covered his, pressing his cruel grip deeper into her breast.
"Make her your whore too! I don’t care! All I want is you! Just... please... please give it to !"
Alex released her nipple, his hand sliding down to grip her waist.
"Good girl," he murmured, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes.
And then he moved.
His hands tightened on her waist... one still at her throat, the other around her middle... and he lifted her completely off the ground.
Vivienne gasped as her feet left the floor, her body weightless in his grip.
***
Jennifer’s eyes were glued to the scene inside, unable to look away even for a second.
Her hand moved between her legs in a slow, sensual rhythm... circling, pressing, teasing herself with the sa deliberate pace she was watching him use on her mother.
The anger that had burned through her when her mother dismissed her... called her useless, a puppet... lted away the instant he defended her.
The instant he stopped fucking her mother because of what she’d said.
’He wants .’
’He wants to fuck .’
The thought alone was enough to make her wetter than she’d ever been.
Her fingers pressed deeper, matching the rhythm of his slow, deliberate thrusts.
And as she watched her mother beg, watched her agree to give up her own daughter just to keep feeling him...
Jennifer’s lips curved into a cruel smile.
’Just wait, Mother.’
Her fingers circled faster.
’I’ll take him from you.’
’Make him mine.’
’And when he’s inside instead...’
’When he chooses my young body over yours...’
’I’ll make sure you’re watching.’
’I’ll make sure you see everything.’
A sudden, sharp cry from inside shattered her fantasy.
Jennifer’s eyes snapped back to the window, her hand freezing between her legs.
She watched in frozen horror as Alex carried her mother directly toward the window.
Toward her.
’Oh god. Oh god, he’s coming toward .’
Panic flooded her system.
Jennifer stumbled backward, pressing herself against the stone wall beside the window fra, her breath coming in sharp, silent gasps.
She could hear them now. Closer. Just on the other side of the glass.
The sound of Vivienne’s ragged breathing. The heavy thud of Alex’s footsteps.
Jennifer’s hand flew to her mouth, desperately muffling the sound of her own panicked breaths.
’Please don’t see . Please don’t see .’
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