She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 364: Sophia(3)

The sharp afternoon breeze struck Sophia’s face like a sharp slap, yet it couldn't smother the scorching humiliation burning in her chest.

She lingered right beyond the massive Archive doors, her breaths arriving in short, ragged gasps that scorched her throat.

Inside those doors, the "Ice Queen" was getting torn apart, and every moment of it thrilled her.

’He’s at it once more,’ Sophia mused, her nails digging fiercely into her palms until she worried about drawing blood. ’He’s truly carrying it out.’

A heavy weight sank into her stomach with the realization. This amounted to a deliberate takedown.

​First came her mother. Next, her aunt. And now, this wench Jennifer.

​He had transformed her into a mewling, loyal slut purely so Sophia could witness the devastation up close.

"You believe you've triumphed, right?" she murmured, her voice a faint, quivering whisper echoing in the dim corridor. "You figure you've outplayed me in my very own scheme."

She squeezed her eyes closed with force, but the scene lingered etched in her vision: Jennifer’s head tilted back, mouth agape in desperate supplication, and that taunting, victorious grin she’d flashed at Sophia amid the shelves.

It resembled the expression of someone who’d scaled a peak, unaware she teetered on a precipice.

’No. This means nothing,’ Sophia ordered herself inwardly, her mental defenses snapping shut with a frigid, steely snap. ’He’s exploiting her. He’s wielding that arrogant, superior slut solely for vengeance against me.’

A sharp, manic chuckle rose in her throat.

Jennifer remained so dazzled by the "Master" that the recurring scheme escaped her notice.

Alex never loved the women he shattered; he deployed them as reflectors to throw Sophia’s defeats right back in her face.

It mirrored what happened with her mother. Identical to her aunt. And identical for this slut.

"He still harbors emotions for me," Sophia snarled, her eyes flying open, now steely and tearless. "That’s why he ensured I saw it. That’s why he positioned me right there."

She envisioned Jennifer in that spot at this very instant, likely still crying out, still mocking her mentally, convinced she’d seized the supreme reward.

"Relish your seat of power while it endures, Jennifer," Sophia breathed, a gradual, deadly smile curving her lips at last. "I’ll witness your expression when the truth dawns. When you grasp that you’re not the ruler of his affections... you’re merely the newest victim in his battle against me."

She adjusted her luxury coat, ran fingers through her hair, and erased the final hint of moisture from her cheek.

She drew in one final calming breath, the aroma of aged books and Jennifer’s capitulation still lingering at the back of her throat, then shoved away from the wall.

​’Appear as a Blackwood,’ she instructed her image in the shadowy glass of a close display case. ’No matter if you feel fragile as crystal.’

She refused to flee like some defeated fool. She’d stride from this library as if it belonged to her, then devise precisely how to demonstrate to Jennifer the speed at which a Master tosses aside a ruined plaything.

***

When she stepped from the Archive passage into the vivid, sunlight-flooded Main Hall, the transition jarred harshly.

Sunlight in golden streams flooded from the towering arched windows, highlighting swirling dust particles in the atmosphere and the multitudes of students bent over their devices.

For them, it was merely another ordinary day. For Sophia, the entire world had ignited in flames.

The moment she entered, she sensed the room’s collective attention pivot.

The typical soft whispers persisted, but they grew pointed, laced with keen intrigue.

The insects observed. They always did, yet today their stares pressed like a tangible burden on her flesh.

They searched her for fractures... pondering where the invincible Sophia had vanished to, and why she appeared set to raze the structure.

’Observe them,’ she reflected, eyes locked forward without falter. ’Utterly clueless. Secure in their tiny realm of averageness.’

She moved past a cluster of first-years who hastily shifted their belongings aside.

Normally, she’d have bestowed a glare of sheer contempt, but today they registered not at all.

Her thoughts formed a strategic grid, reliving each instant of the demolition among the shelves. Whenever Jennifer’s derisive smile resurfaced in her mind, Sophia’s jaw clenched harder.

’Do you imagine you’re unique, Jennifer? Do you suppose you’re the initial one he forced to grovel?’

She arrived at the substantial glass exit doors, warmth from the afternoon seeping through the glass. For a fleeting moment, she glimpsed her reflection... keen, refined, and completely inscrutable.

"Enjoy the view from the floor, Jennifer,"

Sophia whispered, her tone a spectral menace as she thrust into the fresh air. "Once I finish, you’ll understand that being his ’favorite’ merely dresses up the fact you’re next in line for ruin."

She marched toward the parking area, steps elongated and resolute. Her next stop was already chosen.

***

​Amid the oppressive warmth of the concealed aisle, the Archives’ quiet shattered under the steady, slick impacts of bodies and the fractured cries marking Jennifer’s downfall.

Alex hadn’t eased his pace since Sophia fled.

Quite the opposite—the awareness that Sophia had observed her social and emotional unraveling firsthand fueled him with renewed, sinister vigor.

This extended beyond the raw pleasure of witnessing Sophia crumble; it constituted a precise, strategic play.

He understood precisely her emotions... the craving, the frenzy, and the urgent drive to seize command again.

By dismantling her reality, he compelled her action, guaranteeing she’d deliver Marcus gift-wrapped for his destruction.

He thrust into Jennifer with unyielding, merciless power, fingers locked in her hair like vise grips, holding her against the chill stone ground.

Jennifer, trapped under his weight, lay in disheveled silk and slick perspiration.

Her neck craned back at an extreme tilt, eyes rolled upward into blank whites from overwhelmed sensations.

She’d forgotten the tally of her climaxes long ago; they merged seamlessly until her form became a quivering conduit for his dominance.

Imagining Sophia—the haughty, unreachable Sophia—rushing off with tears flowing proved the pinnacle of arousal.

Jennifer still savored the envy pouring from her companion; she still recalled how Sophia’s universe had spun askew.

​"You lost, Sophia..." she breathed, words quaking with twisted, delicious glee as she embraced the ferocity of his tempo. "You never stood a chance. Not against this."

​Her eyelids drifted shut, relishing the profound depth of her own devastation.

Knowing Sophia wandered somewhere outside, tormented by visions of her closest ally yielding to the man she desired, delivered the supreme ecstasy.

Jennifer transcended mere possession; she felt blessed.

Madison and Emma remained rooted in the golden gloom, their features bearing traces of their prior devotion.

They resembled carved figures of incredulity.

Had someone ever proposed that the immaculate, deadly Jennifer Vanderbilt might dissolve into a sobbing, spasming heap on library stone while Sophia Blackwood escaped weeping, they’d have dismissed it as absurd.

Alex unleashed a abrupt, savage plunge, driving so fiercely Jennifer’s brow almost smashed the stone.

"Ugh—ahhh!" Her utterance was less a groan than a piercing, lyrical wail of utter capitulation.

Alex bent above her, his exhalation a scorching, commanding pressure at her ear. His tone sank to a deep, rough rumble that set the nearby racks quivering.

"You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Jennifer?" he mocked, hips maintaining their brutal cadence. "Does it thrill you that your best friend just watched me break you like a common stray?"

"Master..." Jennifer gasped out, fingers scraping futilely at the coarse wood of the lowest shelf. "What if she... what if she tells..."

Before she completed the thought, Alex interrupted with yet another savage, profound thrust that robbed her breath.

"What? Tell the world how the ’Ice Queen’ prefers the floor to the throne?" Alex unleashed a sinister, derisive laugh.

His sharp eyes lifted, darting to Madison and Emma briefly before fixing back on the woman under him.

"Let her tell. Let her scream it from the rooftops. But she won’t." He dipped low, lips grazing Jennifer’s heated, slick skin.

"Sophia is a Blackwood, Jennifer. Her pride is a cage. To expose you is to admit that I’ve already conquered everything she ever cared about. She’ll choke on the secret before she lets a single word out."

His hold constricted, sinews tensing for the climactic, forceful impact.

"She didn’t run away to tell a secret, Jennifer. She ran away because she realized that no matter how much she hates you right now... she’d give everything she owns to be the one on the floor in your place."

Jennifer’s spine bowed, frame seizing as his declaration’s weight and motion’s fury propelled her beyond the brink once more. She wasn’t merely his plaything; she embodied his triumphant finale.