She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 385: The Room Next Door

Heena gazed at the thick, shadowy blotch staining his pants, the irrefutable evidence of her own downfall, then locked eyes with the intense, hunter-like darkness in his stare.

She grasped that obedience was her only path. He had shattered her pride, wielding her climax as his ultimate hold over her.

​Yet, while beholding him, a disloyal flicker of delight sparked deep in her bosom.

A buoyant freedom washed over her, that raw pulse of true vitality she hadn’t known in ages past.

She clasped his hand.

"Good girl," Alex murmured softly, aiding her as she climbed out.

Chilly night wind slapped her skin right as she emerged, and she instantly recalled what passion in the cabin had driven from her mind.

She wore nothing below.

Devoid of her silken panty shield, the gust turned into a biting, probing stroke across her ultra-sensitive flesh.

She glanced downward at her outfit—skirt disastrously rumpled, hem mangled from her wild spasms in the car, blouse faintly off-kilter. In her view, she resembled total disarray... a striding testament to the outrageous yielding that had unfolded moments before.

"A-Alex." She clutched his sleeve, voice sinking to a humiliated hush. "Wait. We can’t go in there like this."

He eyed her, noting her squeezed-together thighs and the subtle shake rippling through her frame, grasping the issue without delay.

His gaze swept the stream of guests entering the doorway. Then returned to her.

"Let them look," he murmured. "Anyone who notices will spend the rest of their night wishing they were me."

​He stretched out, his palm gliding atop hers clutching his sleeve, easing her fingers free with gentle insistence.

​"Now, come," he ordered in a low tone.

​That brazen confidence hit her heart like pure adrenaline. Dread of discovery didn’t fade, but it twisted into a keener edge... exhilaration.

If destruction loomed, she’d claim the title of the building’s most desired wreckage.

​Pulse thundering madly in her chest, Heena drew a steadying breath, squared her shoulders, and trailed him toward the glow.

***

The lobby gleamed with cleanliness, illuminated by ceiling lights battling faint scratches on the faux-marble floor. It screamed upscale pretensions, pricey enough to ignore prying inquiries.

At the glossy, illuminated desk perched Lydia, her golden name tag catching the mellow, jaundiced shine from a chandelier past its prime eras.

Her stare tracked the vanishing pair into the lift, her veins still bubbling with sharp, vengeful spite.

’What a bitch,’ Lydia seethed inwardly, glaring at the spot Siobhan had vacated.

She damned the woman in silence, teeth grinding.

’Who cares about some geezer? Parading like she’s not just a money-grubber clinging for his cash.’

Lydia’s fury sprang from a wounded vanity.

She’d angled hard for the old guy’s notice upon arrival... pitching her tone lower, flashing her smoothest honeyed grin... only to earn an icy snub from his companion.

Lydia thrived on spotlight. Stunning, driven, too sharp for desk duty in this middling hotel, yet her aim wasn’t climbing ranks. It was landing a mark.

She hungered for the perfect tycoon to whisk her into the opulence she craved.

Returning to her logbook with grumbled curses, the door chime sounded anew.

"Another gold digger. Tsh!" Lydia grumbled without lifting her head. She figured it was yet another schemer with a sugar daddy.

But upon the duo stepping inside, Lydia’s eyes bulged, breath catching sharply.

Her focus skipped the woman, snared instead by the man.

Youth radiated from him... a bold, arresting youth... yet he exuded primal male dominance that dwarfed the prior elder like a spark beside an inferno.

His allure was lethal beauty, the sort that left composed ladies drooling. Broad shoulders dominated as he advanced with lethal elegance, each stride radiating dominance and unshakeable poise thick enough to weigh the atmosphere.

’He’s loaded,’ Lydia’s gut screamed. ’Stinking rich.’ No financials required; his bearing screamed it, commanding the space wordlessly.

Her pulse raced wildly against her chest wall.

’This is your shot, Lydia!’ her mind roared. ’Nothing like it will come again.’

Her glance finally shifted to the figure huddled in his wake, sparking a wave of scornful victory.

The lady was gorgeous, no doubt, but aged... from another era entirely.

'No rivalry,' Lydia judged with an icy, hunter-like glare. Flustered with disheveled clothes and downcast eyes, the woman resembled a bewildered, pure lamb far more than a crafty gold digger.

Internally, Lydia grinned slyly; such a refined, delicate woman would prove simple to brush aside. Securing this man's attention felt as easy as snatching candy from a toddler.

At once, Lydia's hands rushed to her hair, taming a loose strand while covertly tugging her uniform's neckline to reveal a subtle extra glimpse of skin.

She examined her image in the dim plexiglass, nibbling her lips to summon a flush of color. She had to appear mesmerizing... utterly impossible to overlook.

As Alex approached the counter, Lydia leaned in close, her features reshaped into a seductive facade of elite hospitality.

"Welcome to the Red Rose, Sir" she purred, her voice dipping into a sugary, tuneful whisper while fixing her gaze straight on Alex’s, totally disregarding the woman beside him.

"How can I make your stay... unforgettable?"

"It’s already going to be unforgettable," Alex replied, his tone a deep, vibrating rumble that dominated the whole lobby.

"Just arrange the best room you got."

Lydia edged closer, her pupils expanding with ravenous desire as his luxurious cologne's scent reached her.

"We have our Presidential Suite," she murmured, her words flowing like smooth velvet allure. "It’s very... discreet. I can personally handle the check-in so you aren’t disturbed at all."

Alex ignored the screen entirely. He cocked his head toward Heena instead, his stare loaded with wicked, teasing malice. "What do you think, Professor?"

Heena managed just a shy nod, her cheeks aflame from an inner blaze unrelated to the lobby's warmth.

Yet Lydia's attention had pivoted sharply.

’Professor?’ A wolfish grin pulled at her lip's edge. Adept in the affluent's shadowy cravings, she grasped precisely the illicit games indulged in private.

She grasped that Alex wasn't simply escorting a mature lady... he was living out a taboo fantasy with his instructor.

For Lydia, this revealed a prime opportunity. If the Professor's prohibited excitement drew him, the immediate allure of a girl expert in total submission would hook him without fail.

Her gaze fell to the wet stain on Alex’s pants, her grin sharpening into a sly, piercing smile. She snatched a key card, letting her fingers hover near his while gliding it over the marble counter.

"The Presidential Suite it is," Lydia cooed, her eyes darting to Heena with frigid, assessing disdain. "I’ll make sure the bed is... extra comfortable. I’m sure the Professor has had a very exhausting lesson tonight."

Heena saw it all plainly.

She observed everything through the cool detachment of a woman who had interred one existence and yet to define the guidelines of her new one.

Lydia giggling at words unspoken, seeking excuses to bend nearer. Lydia's eyes sliding... intentionally short... to the mark on his trousers before lifting with that subtle, aware smirk.

A stinging, frosty surge of ownership pierced Heena, but she compelled herself to stay motionless. She swallowed any retort. She refused to seem the envious sort before Alex... not this evening. Displaying her fangs prematurely would merely affirm the control he already wielded over her.

Instead, she held her position, thighs squeezed firm against each other, sensing the lobby's chilly draft. She reminded herself that Lydia chased a mere shot through flirtation—she herself carried his indelible claim.

"One more thing," Alex added, his voice switching to a laid-back, professional clip, like placing a room service order.

Lydia snapped straight up. "Of course, Sir."

"The couple who checked in just before me." He kept his eyes on the register while signing. "Howard. You remember them?"

Lydia blinked once. "Yes, Sir."

"Put the extra bills on my account." He pushed the card back over the counter. "And give them the room next to mine."

Silence hung for a moment.

"Sir?"

"You heard me. And be discreet."

"Yes — yes, of course, Sir." Lydia's fingers danced across the keyboard, her flirtatious display vanished, supplanted by the crisp obedience of one who knew a binding command.

At his side, Heena uttered no sound. But her eyes had frozen utterly still.