She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 368: New Hunt

"Jealous, aren’t we?" Tisha teased, her tone dipping into a teasing cadence. She fiddled with her glasses, her eyes following him closely as he spun back to face her.

"I didn’t realize ’my man’ felt threatened by a Finance professor in a tailored suit."

Alex flashed a languid, insightful smile at her lighthearted jabs, yet he stayed utterly silent. That quiet amplified the menacing poise in his strides as he advanced on her chair.

His hand moved with precision, lifting the heavy lenses off her nose and setting them gently on the desk.

He bent forward, fingers grazing her temple while he swept a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

A rush of bashfulness flooded Tisha, her pulse pounding wildly in her chest, but Alex reached down before she could utter a word.

Effortlessly, he lifted her and planted her on the mahogany desk's edge, knocking some papers aside.

"Mph—!" A stifled yelp burst from her as he seized her lips right away, his kiss demanding and unyielding.

The instant his tongue pushed in, Tisha melted away, her composed life fading amid the fire of their embrace.

She matched his passion fiercely, fingers clutching his shirt fabric in their urgent, profound kiss.

At last, they parted, panting heavily for breath.

Tisha gazed up, cheeks burning scarlet, eyes blending fragility and lust.

"Why should I get jealous, Tisha?" Alex whispered, his tone a deep, possessive growl. "When I already have you all to myself."

While speaking, his palm trailed downward, grasping one of her breasts with a bold, insistent grip.

"Ahh—!" Tisha gasped sharply with need, arching as his firm touch sparked lightning through her core.

"Aren’t I?" Alex breathed, his words a husky rasp against her flesh.

Tisha’s head fell back, eyelids fluttering while she struggled for air. "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" he urged, eyes pinning hers with unyielding insistence.

He drew nearer, his aroma overwhelming the last whiff of Sterling’s scent until only he remained.

"I’m all yours," she confessed, words spilling free without her typical poised control.

Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails biting in as she yielded to his magnetic pull.

"Always... yours."

Alex held off from kissing her once more. His glance drifted to the sturdy wooden door... the one he’d just secured with a bolt.

"I’m just annoyed, Tisha," he muttered, voice sinking to a perilous, resonant purr. "Annoyed at that guy’s nerve... trying to woo my woman right before my eyes."

"You were right about the door. I should have bolted it the moment I entered. Had you sprawled here on this desk... let the entire hallway know precisely who owns you."

Tisha’s breath caught, her heart slamming in her chest.

The scene he described blazed in her thoughts... the humiliation, the baring, the primal rush of being marked under prying eyes.

Forbidden ecstasy surged within her, a molten warmth curling her toes and clouding her vision with hazy fervor.

As his words flowed, his hand pressed solidly on her inner thigh again, fingers kneading the tender, strained flesh.

"Sss-ah!" Tisha flinched, body jerking with a piercing cry. She shifted back a bit, palms pressing feebly on his chest in shaky resistance.

"No... no... please," she gasped, voice tangled in real dread and aching want. "It’s still hurting, Alex... I’m not ready for this yet."

Her own frailty crushed her; her thoughts blazed with craving to be ravished atop the mahogany.

Yet her form quivered, ruined and unequal to another bout of his savage claiming.

Alex just grinned slyly, noting her pupils swelling with adrenaline’s surge.

He pressed his body against hers, trapping her to the mahogany as his grin grew wicked. Her eyes’ terror clashed delightfully with her skin’s feverish glow. He lowered his head, tone weaving dark, secretive velvet.

"But we can’t let that nerve slide unpunished, can we, Tisha?" he queried, staring at her quivering lips. "A guy like that... imagines he can hover at my property’s threshold and strut off unscathed."

The worry and unease on Tisha’s face flipped in a flash.

Hearing of Sterling’s arrogant presumption lit a fierce, sly gleam in her gaze.

She lifted her eyes to his, last night’s fatigue vanishing as she spotted the lethal spark in Alex’s look.

She recognized it well; the expression of a conqueror who didn’t merely triumph... he obliterated.

"So. Are you going to help me put him in his place? Or do I handle this solo?"

Tisha skipped any questions for specifics.

Risks or career damage meant nothing; only his gaze on her, united versus all, mattered.

She nodded firmly, pressing into his aura, her craving echoing his.

Alex’s grin sharpened to a decisive edge. He inclined for a final brush of lips along her jaw’s delicate curve.

"Good. Then pack up, Professor. Adventure awaits us today."

Pure thrill shot through Tisha, unrelated to her weariness.

She slipped from the desk, limbs wobbly as liquid, but driven by fresh, shadowy intent. Gathering her strewn files, her glance flicked to Sterling’s departed door.

’This will be fun,’ she mused, a true, hunter’s excitement buzzing in her heart.

She stowed her ledger in her bag, grabbing her glasses with firm hands.

Beyond Alex’s prize now, she was his partner in crime. Imagining Sterling—cocky, assured in his might—torn apart piece by piece outshone any recovery sleep.

She yearned to witness his shock upon grasping he wasn’t the predator, but prey in a snare by a far deadlier foe.

"Ready," she declared, voice low and determined as she shouldered her bag. Meeting Alex’s eyes, her playfulness hardened to icy fire. "Let’s deliver the revenge he’s slaved for."

***

Alex and Tisha navigated the Finance department’s draining hallway, steps resounding with steady, intentional force.

Tisha’s pulse raced... not terror now, but the heady rush of the wager. She stole a sideways peek at Alex; he seemed utterly calm, a beast camouflaged amid normalcy.

They halted before a solid oak door bearing a gleaming brass plaque: Professor Heena Sterling.

Tisha drew a calming breath, smoothing her blazer once more before knocking crisply on the panel.

The door flew open promptly.

A woman in her late forties stood there, angular traits eased by tired yet sincere warmth.

She slid her reading glasses to her nose’s end, eyes lighting up upon spotting her guest.

"Tisha! What a pleasant surprise," Heena welcomed, tone lively and cordial. "I was just wrapping the mixer’s syllabus. It’s unusual seeing you this deep in Finance territory so late. Glad you’re here."

"Hello, Heena," Tisha answered, composure polished yet eyes twinkling with barely veiled roguery. "I hope we aren’t interrupting."

"Not at all. I welcome the break," Heena replied, eyes drifting to the poised, towering student behind Tisha.

"And who is this young man?" she asked, voice formal with an undercurrent of knowing cadence.

Alex caught it... the subtle, experienced glint as her scan roamed his build.

"Hello, Mrs. Sterling," Alex greeted, shifting to a courteous, deferential pitch that belied the one who’d just dominated Tisha on her desk.

A gradual, sly smile bloomed on his face... one heralding exquisite, orchestrated mayhem.