She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 382: Mrs. Sterling(4)

"You are very naughty, Professor... aren’t you?"

A low, gravelly rumble from Alex's voice buzzed right against her ear, unleashing another scorching rush of heat surging through her body.

No need for her reply—he lifted his hands, enveloping her breasts fully in his big, heated palms. He kneaded them firmly, assessing their heft, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh with a claiming, steady rhythm.

"Anh—!" Heena's head snapped backward, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.

He hit the truth spot on. Heavens, so utterly correct. For years, she'd concealed herself behind her lesson plans, fantasizing about this precise moment... dominated, commanded, and unraveled by a man indifferent to her credentials.

Books had described it, yet their tales paled as chilly imitations beside the brutal, overwhelming truth of Alex's grip.

Nothing in those pages matched the scorching, taboo thrill coursing through her at this instant.

"Please... please..." The plea spilled from her lips like a shattered supplication.

Far from halting him, she urged him onward, desperate for him to span her decade-and-a-half void of solitude in one feverish evening.

A deep, pleased grunt escaped Alex. He gripped tighter, thumbs teasing her stiff nipples over the delicate lace.

"You really have a pair of heavy, gorgeous tits, Mrs. Sterling. They’re so full... just begging to be handled."

Next, his palm started its torturously gradual slide downward.

Heena's breathing stuttered when his hand trailed over her belly, slipping under her skirt's edge.

Her skirt bunched high around her hips already, baring the bold, rebellious red of her silk underwear... a concealed vice she'd carried like a dark secret through the night.

Hypnotized yet appalled, she stared as his hand pressed her inner thigh. His coarse skin clashing with her fair, tender flesh blurred her sight.

"Oh, look at this," Alex breathed, his tone shifting to a husky, admiring murmur under the dome light's glow on her bold red silk.

He didn't merely glance—he examined her intently. That vivid red lace stark against her quivering pale skin stood as a confession impossible to retract.

His eyes followed her hip's swell to the smooth, slick warmth he'd now exposed.

"Did you somehow know this was coming, Mrs. Dirty Sterling?" he mocked, locking eyes with her, ridiculing her stunned, wide stare. "Did you prepare all of this... just for me?"

Heena struggled for words, aiming to claim the red silk mere chance, a random pick... yet the falsehood choked in her throat.

That morning, she'd chosen them amid an unexplained itch she only grasped now.

Alex skipped her fumbling justification. His fingers caught the red lace's side, fabric taut over his knuckles as he tugged it away.

Cool, biting air struck her bare as he unveiled her slick, rosy core.

"Look at you," he whispered, thumb tracing lazy, excruciating loops on her wet folds. "So prepared. So ready to be taught exactly how a woman like you is supposed to be handled."

No pause—he positioned his thumb right on her clit, swirling it with deliberate, maddening accuracy.

"Anhh...Please... please... I’m a married woman," Heena gasped out, her form bowing away from his thighs.

Meant as caution, the last shred of her crumbling world, those words echoed in the car's steamy quiet like an invitation. A dare.

"You’re a very naughty wife, aren’t you?" Alex shot back, his voice a hunting snarl. He ramped up the force, thumb quickening over her drenched flesh.

"Mentioning your husband... while you’re right here... dripping for your student. Moaning in his car because he doesn’t know how to make you sound like this."

He bent close, teeth nipping her neck's vulnerable line. "But since you like it so much... isn’t it my duty as a student to do exactly as the Professor asks?"

Abruptly, headlights slashed through the Audi's inside.

Blinding white illumination swamped the space for a heart-stopping, razor-sharp moment. They stiffened, gazes whipping to the front glass as another vehicle glided by leisurely, its motor droning like a pulse.

Heena's pulse thundered in her chest.

Utterly bare, perched atop a pupil for all to witness. Yet rather than retreat, her digits clawed Alex's shoulders, nails piercing shirt to skin.

Danger failed to frighten her... it ignited her veins with molten blaze.

"Oh..." Alex laughed softly, his tone a deep, ominous hum shaking the windows. He stayed put. Rather, he reclined slightly to eye the fading red taillights. "Look at that. Isn’t that the car of Mr. Sterling?"

Heena whipped her head toward the windshield, her neck cracking sharply from the abrupt motion.

Her sight blurred momentarily before sharpening on the fading Audi. That license plate was unmistakable. Those particular LED lights were too.

Him. Howard.

The truth slammed into her like a plunge into freezing water, but under the dread, a sharp, twisted excitement surged along her spine.

"Why do you think he is here, Mrs. Sterling?"

Alex questioned, his voice thick with playful, vicious intrigue.

His hand lifted, fingers tracing a languid, claiming path from her chin to the frantic pulse throbbing in her neck.

"Maybe your husband just can’t stay away from you for long. Maybe he wants to see exactly what his ’dignified’ wife is truly capable of."

Heena found no words. Her chest felt heavy with molten lead.

She stayed astride him, red lace shoved aside, her flesh still damp from his caresses, even as her husband's car sat mere hundreds of meters ahead.

Alex's gaze grew shadowy, catching the streetlamps like a hunter hidden in the undergrowth.

"Shouldn’t we chase him?" he breathed, lips brushing her earlobe. "Shouldn’t we catch up to him at the next light and show him how good his wife is? Hmm? Show him exactly how she moans for her student?"

"No... Alex, please..." she gasped out, fingers trembling on his shoulders.

"No?" Alex's laugh rang out, cutting and victorious.

Suddenly, he moved. With a single forceful shift, he avoided returning her to her seat... instead, he merely repositioned her, twisting her form toward the windshield yet keeping her securely impaled upon him.

He eased deeper into the driver's seat, arms stretching beyond her to seize the steering wheel, sandwiching her firmly between his torso and the dash.

The engine thundered awake, its deep, savage rumble pulsing through every inch of Heena's frame.

"Let’s see if he’s as fast as he thinks he is,"

Alex whispered, eyes glued to the vanishing red taillights of Howard’s Audi. He slammed it into gear, muscles coiling in his legs below her.

"Hold on, Professor. The lesson isn’t over. We’re just taking it on the road."