She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 358: A Messy Rivalry

Within the depths of the hidden row, the atmosphere grew suffocating, thick with the scent of moldering paper and dust, further intensified by the sudden, sharp heat emanating from the two girls on the ground.

"You are the only person who understands how to use it to bring us to ruin, Sir," Madison murmured.

She kept her eyes locked on his with an unsettling, transparent intensity as her fingers finally tightened around his length.

As her palm connected with his searing skin—thick, immovable, and pulsing with an aggressive, steady rhythm—a fractured, desperate sound escaped her lips.

"Umhh..." Her eyelids drifted shut, her head rolling back as if the overwhelming sensation of him was enough to fry her senses.

Her grip intensified, tracing the warm, protruding veins beneath his skin.

"Merely feeling this... it makes me truly alive again."

She lifted her gaze, watching him through her lashes for any sign of change as she began to move her hand with a slow, agonizingly precise friction.

Alex observed them from above, his expression a cold mask of amusement.

He could detect the frantic pounding of their hearts against his thighs, a tangible testament to his absolute control. Yet, time was running out; the library was a dangerous sanctuary, and he had no desire to play the role of the tender lover.

His smirk curled into something more menacing.

He leaned down, burying his fingers deep within their hair, and with a swift, authoritative tug, pulled Madison’s face toward him.

"Enough talking," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to dominate the very air in the archives. "Open your greedy mouth. Show me exactly how desperate you are for this."

Madison didn’t shrink from his intensity; she craved it.

She obeyed without the slightest falter, parting her lips as she leaned into his darkness, her eyes fixed upon his in a silent, absolute vow of submission.

Madison avoided haste. She moved with a slow, worshipful focus that proved far more intoxicating than any frenzied action.

She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to coat him with agonizing deliberation, mapping every ridge and vein from base to tip until he glistened under the dim library lighting.

She looked up at Alex one final time, her eyes glassy with unreserved surrender, before her lips finally yielded and parted.

She began to take him in slowly. His sheer size drew a ragged, involuntary whimper from her throat, and as he breached the sensitive depth of her throat—

"Ghk—glrk!" She gagged, a raw, visceral sound that echoed through the vacant rows.

She refused to recoil. Instead, she dug her fingers into his thighs, her knuckles pale as she forced herself to accommodate his size, her eyes watering but never wavering from his.

Emma watched from nearby, her breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

The vision of her friend being so thoroughly claimed—the wet, rhythmic sounds and the way Madison’s throat strained to swallow every inch—was complete sensory overload. Emma could feel herself aching, the friction of her costly skirt against her skin becoming intolerable.

The jealousy and hunger within her shattered her restraint.

"Go deeper, Madi," Emma hissed, her voice a sharp whisper. "Don't just hold him. Take all of him in."

Emma reached out, winding her fingers into the back of Madison’s hair. With a sudden, firm push, she guided Madison’s head, forcing her down with ruthless intent.

Madison released a muffled, frantic groan, eyes rolling back as she was pushed onto the hilt.

"Ghk—glrk!"

She gagged violently, her body convulsion with the intrusion, and she pulled back for a desperate heartbeat to catch her breath, a thin string of saliva connecting them.

She glanced up, her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson, her chest heaving. Yet, there was no resentment—only a burning, competitive need to prove she could endure whatever Alex demanded.

Without a word, she lunged forward once more, reclaiming him with a renewed intensity that drew a low, guttural murmur of approval from Alex.

He rested his head against the shelf of Historical Law, his fingers tightening in the girls' hair as he felt his own control beginning to fray.

"Good girl," Alex murmured, his voice a low vibration resembling rolling thunder. "You are discovering exactly what you were made for."

That was the breaking point. The praise—the implication that Madison was leading the race for his favor—struck Emma like a physical blow.

She could not remain a spectator for another moment. Her breath hitched, her pupils dilating until her eyes were dark voids of craving.

With a sudden, feline snarl, Emma shoved Madison aside.

"Move," Emma hissed, her voice a jagged blade of envy. "You have played the saint long enough, Madison. Let me show him what a real sinner looks like."

Madison stumbled back, a sob of pure frustration catching in her throat, her eyes stinging as she watched Emma’s desperate, starving grab for his attention.

Emma showed no hesitation. She seized him with a frantic, famished energy, her lips molding around him as if attempting to absorb the very core of his presence.

She was starkly different from Madison; where her friend was reverent and slow, Emma was aggressive and voracious.

She utilized her tongue with calculated, wicked friction, her eyes snapping to Alex’s, pleading for the same sign of approval he had just granted her peer.

"Am I... am I doing well, Sir?" she managed to gasp when she briefly pulled away, her face flushed a heated crimson. "Is it... is it better?"

Alex withheld the easy gift of a compliment. He merely stared down at her, his expression heavy and demanding. He reached out, his thumb tracing her jawline before hooking into her mouth and forcing it open wider.

"Less chatter, Emma," he commanded, his voice descending into a register that turned her resolve to liquid. "If you desire to be better, demonstrate it. Do not ask."

His rejection only fueled her fervor. Emma let out a whimpering moan and surged back onto him, her movements becoming faster, more rhythmic, and exponentially more desperate.

She pushed her limits, her hands gripping his thighs so tightly that her nails left crescent indentations through the fabric.

Alex leaned his head back against the iron shelving, a low, guttural sound escaping his chest.

The fierce rivalry within the shadows of the Hidden Shelves had reached a fever pitch.

Madison, unable to endure being a spectator while Emma commanded his attention, crawled back into the space with starving intensity. She made no attempt to push Emma aside; instead, she worked beside her, her lips finding every sliver of exposed skin, kissing and licking the base of him with frantic, wet devotion.

The two girls became a blur of blonde and brunette, their hands tangling and shoving against one another as they battled for position.

The air was saturated with the rhythmic, heavy sounds of their work and the sharp, ragged breaths of two women who had completely forgotten their location within a university library.

"Fuuuck," Alex hissed, his head thumping against the metal shelf. Books rattled ominously behind him. Precum leaked steadily, flooding Emma’s mouth until she coughed, white ropes splattering across Madison’s upturned face.

"You two are going to make me finish. Swallow every drop or I will turn you both over and breed those sloppy cunts right here."

The girls redoubled their efforts, mouths working in perfect tandem—Emma throating him deeply while Madison latched onto his balls, then trading places with tongues swirling over him in a messy, saliva-slick collision.

Hands were everywhere: Madison working the base, Emma cupping his sack, gently rolling the orbs before squeezing.

Alex’s abs tightened, his breathing ragged, the pressure building like a freight train in his groin... heavy, aching, and primed to unload.

Then, a sharp, electronic jarring cut through the carnal haze.

[Bzzz-zt... Bzzz-zt]

The phone was wedged in the folds of his discarded trousers bunched near his right ankle, and the vibration was a violent, buzzing intrusion against the sensitive skin of his leg.

Both girls froze instantly. Madison’s eyes widened, her lips still wrapped around him, while Emma looked up with a start, her face flushed and hair a chaotic web. The notification sound felt piercingly loud in the hollow silence of the archives.

Alex remained motionless. He let the silence linger, his gaze shifting toward the corridor to ensure the chime had gone unnoticed. Then, with a slow, calculated movement, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the device.

The screen's glow illuminated his face, carving deep, sharp shadows into his features.

[1 New Message]

"Where are you, Master? I’m becoming quite bored in here... and I am starving for you."