She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 381: Mrs. Sterling(3)

"Mph—!" Heena let out a muffled cry into his lips, her eyes widening hugely from the abrupt, bold possession he asserted over her.

Her hand instinctively darted to his chest... aiming to shove him off, to fight back, to embody the respectable woman she believed herself to be.

Yet her hand ignored the command. Rather, her fingers clutched the material of his shirt, gripping tight and tethering her to the very presence she should have rejected.

In mere moments, she was utterly lost.

Alex kissed her with deliberate slowness, drawing on her bottom lip in a lingering, relishing manner that curled her toes within her footwear.

There was no haste from him. He granted her moments... moments to adapt, to yield, to experience every instant of her own unraveling.

Heena stood stunned at her body's swift capitulation. Even worse, its eager reaction to his touch.

Perhaps, a soft inner voice suggested, this was what she'd craved deep down. Craved a man seizing her this way. Ceasing to request and simply claiming what he knew she'd permit.

’So this is how it unfolds,’ she mused dizzily. ’How even Tisha Wells, the icy, unapproachable woman capable of chilling a room with one glance, winds up nestled in this demon’s lap.’

Abruptly, she sensed his tongue pressing at her lips' edge, snapping her back to harsh reality.

’No. You mustn’t, Heena. Halt him. Stop immediately.’

The objection shrieked inside her head, piercing and desperate... yet her lips refused to heed.

They parted for him in unwitting submission, yielding like a portal long awaiting the right push all evening.

She berated herself inwardly. ’Not even ten seconds of self-control. You’ll mean nothing to him. Merely another willing conquest. Just another spouse unable to resist... ’

Her body paid no mind.

The prior half hour had overwhelmed it beyond endurance... the observing, the yearning, the intense strain of proximity to a desire starved for years.

Now, handed the slightest taste of its longing, it tuned out her thoughts completely.

It was adrift. Submerged. Utterly oblivious to the battle her morals still waged in its defense.

Tentatively at first, awkwardly, her tongue brushed his—the motion of someone who'd lost touch with such sensations.

Then an inner barrier shattered. Her grip tightened on his shirt. Her head angled back. A faint, involuntary moan rose from her throat, defying all mental reprimands.

She’d surrendered fully. Ceased resistance. Chosen to plunge completely, regardless of the abyss below...

Then he withdrew.

"Hah... hah..." Heena panted, her bosom rising and falling rapidly, her plump lips agape amid quick, shallow breaths.

His mouth's abrupt departure struck like a painful jolt. Blinking in bewilderment and disorientation, she stared at him, her gaze scanning his features with near-wounded perplexity.

’Why stop now? I was just... ’

"Hehehe..." Alex laughed softly... deep, entertained, the sound of a victor savoring a hard-won prize and her total defeat.

"Look at that," he whispered, his thumb stroking her puffy lower lip's swell. "Not pretending any longer, huh?"

Heat surged across Heena’s cheeks. Embarrassment, desire, and the lingering haze of his kiss crashed together in her core... beneath it all, the empty, crushing truth that she'd pursued him in the final moments.

Her gaze remained fixed on his, breath catching at his shadowed, confident grin.

She perceived it clearly... the intense, pulsing delight he derived from her collapse. Victory wasn't enough; he relished witnessing her devastation.

A flicker of former Heena ignited.

’Stay strong,’ she urged herself, nails biting into her palms. ’Be resilient. Quit behaving like the pushover he sees. You’re a Sterling. A Professor.’

But the resolve barely formed before everything flipped.

In a seamless, forceful move, Alex’s palms grasped beneath her thighs.

No request came, no effort apparent; he effortlessly lifted her like fragile china, pulling her across the console toward himself.

Within the car's tight, steamy space, Heena was wrenched from her realm of decorum and settled squarely astride his lap.

"Ahhh—!"

The yelp blended surprise and breathlessness. Before grasping the shift, she straddled him, knees digging into leather, skirt hiked scandalously upward.

Awareness slammed into her like a punch... she perched right atop him.

He must sense it. Her silk's wetness, the warmth, the blatant proof of her excitement now pressed against his pants.

Then she registered it.

A rigid bulge. Thick and firm, it nudged her center through scant cloth barriers. Like a searing imprint, an unmovable heat source that fried her thoughts.

Without thought, her palm descended. Fingers acted ahead of reason, wrapping around his girth to grasp the source.

Her eyes expanded, pulse halting as cognition reached her touch.

Meeting his stare, her expression pure shocked discovery.

Alex met her look, his grin stretching into fiercer, more feral hunger.

His palms shifted downward to her backside, digits sinking into plush cheeks, securing her against him with commanding, weighty hold.

"You... you can’t do this to me," she breathed shakily, words feeble. "I’m... I’m your teacher, Alex. This is..."

"Hahaha!"

His laugh rumbled richly, darkly, resonating through her frame. Titles meant nothing to him. Rather, they ignited him further.

"That makes it even more fun, doesn’t it, Professor?" he purred, tone gravelly. "The fact that you’re supposed to be in charge... and yet, here you are."

He offered no pause for her to absorb the taunt. One hand glided up, scorching her side beneath her blouse's edge. Heena jerked, a soft cry slipping free as his fingers found her chest.

Her nipples throbbed, stiffer than ever, taut against lace confines.

With skilled ease, he nudged the cup away. Fingers captured her peak, pinching it firmly between thumb and forefinger.

"Anh...!"

Heena’s neck arched back, lids clamping shut as lightning raced from breast to her soaked core.

"Look at this," Alex murmured, lips grazing her jaw. "My dear, dignified Professor... so horny for her own student. So desperate for the boy she’s supposed to be grading."

He pinched once more, his free hand massaging her thigh.

"You’re very naughty, aren’t you Mrs. Sterling," he whispered hotly against her skin, a sinister vow. "Exactly like those books of yours."