She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 388: Unmasking

Heena stared at the man in front of her, his sturdy build eclipsing the lavish shine from the suite behind.

The chilly night breeze rushed over the balcony, a biting and bold stroke against her heightened skin. It ignited the sparks of a longing she'd buried for more than ten years, ultimately chilling away the final bits of her pride.

Heena held her ground. Rather, she advanced toward Alex with a languid, cat-like elegance she never knew she had until now.

Every step deliberately cast off her former self. She halted mere inches away, the warmth from his body drawing her like a magnet.

Her perfectly groomed fingers slipped into his hand, gripping tight as she pressed closer.

"What’s the matter, Alex?" she taunted, her gaze fixed on his with bold fire. "You brought me all the way up to the clouds... surely you didn’t bring me here just to look at the view?"

Alex’s grin widened, a shadowy, hunter-like curve of his mouth as he grasped her chin with thumb and finger, making her hold his stare.

"What a naughty professor you are," he whispered, his tone a deep, rough rumble. "Begging for your student while your husband is right there, just behind that wall."

Heena showed no hesitation. Howard’s name sparked no guilt anymore; it fueled her like a rush of thrill. A playful, wild smile formed on her lips as she melted into his hold, her breath brushing his skin.

"Then strip away every last remnant of him, Alex. Make me forget his name," she breathed against his mouth, her voice a sultry, sweet murmur leaving no escape.

"Show this teacher of yours just how capable this ’big bad student’ of hers really is."

She required no reply. She lunged ahead, seizing his lips in a kiss that declared battle.

It became a frantic, parched clash.

Alex exhaled sharply and roughly as he surged to meet her, his hands clamping her lower back and yanking her tight against his frame.

Heena’s fingers wove into his hair, tugging him nearer, desperate to banish every bit of distance between them.

"Mmmh," she moaned into his mouth as the kiss intensified, twisting into a wild, gasping probe.

Alex’s tongue invaded her mouth, dominating with cocky confidence that weakened her knees.

She pressed against him, drowned in his flavor and the fierce, relentless press of his lips taking hers.

No longer mere a kiss; it turned into a ravenous hunt for every suppressed flame of passion. And each moment revealed them all.

At last they parted, staying close, panting heavily, eyes intertwined in wordless hunger and mutual hidden cravings.

In a swift rush, they shed the walls of their past world. Alex grabbed her blouse, undoing it then tossing it aside smoothly.

As the final layer fell, her two flawless, creamy breasts burst into sight, tips already stiff from the cold breeze and sizzling charge between them.

They stood ideal, plump and yielding, quivering with each labored breath.

"So perfect," he growled softly, tone deep and worshipful.

His hands enveloped them, palms burning on her fair skin, hold strong and owning like claiming the prize he'd eyed all evening.

He bent low instantly, tongue flicking each stiff tip, shooting sharp jolts of thrill to her center. Then he engulfed one completely, sucking hard and insistent.

"Anhh!" Heena gasped, fingers clawing his shoulders, nails piercing his flesh.

His warm, slick mouth on her tender skin overwhelmed her, stark opposite to the cool air still whispering over her back.

She unraveled, final restraint melting into fog of raw feeling as he devoured her.

"Alex... please..." she pleaded softly, unsure of her plea, only aware the blaze he'd lit raged into wildfire.

Only after the sensitive tips turned deep red and swollen did he let go, breath scorching and uneven on her skin.

He pressed on; hands slid downward slowly. Palms scorching and weighty as they followed her spine's arch then dipped further.

Heena’s hands froze, her power fading as Alex skillfully triggered each of hers.

He commanded her body like a tuned fiddle, pinpointing every spot to coax a cry from her.

"Anhh, goodness!" she gasped out, her head lolling backward while his fingers delved deeper, discovering the scorching warmth between her knees.

"You’re primed for devouring, Professor," he whispered huskily, his tone shifting to a sinister, hunter-like growl that triggered shivers of eager thrill through her body.

He rose up straight, keeping his gaze locked on hers, as he peeled off his shirt with a single, seamless motion.

Shirtless beneath the moon's silvery cascade, Heena became utterly mesmerized by the vision of him.

He embodied a paragon of primal strength... taut, sinewy muscles rippling across his torso and vast shoulders crafting a profile that seemed more fable than flesh-and-blood reality.

Her trembling fingers trailed across his chest, sensing the fierce, steady pound of his heartbeat and the flexing sinews that throbbed with the shadowy force now saturating the air around them.

The Professor had vanished. In her place stood a woman unraveling thread by thread, truly invigorated for the first time in fifteen long years.

Entwined in a frenzy of passion and lunar glow, they melted into one another until a nearby glass door's rasp pierced the twelfth floor's hush mere steps away.

"Wow... Such a lovely view from here, Howard! Everything is so beautiful."

Siobhan's voice pierced the air, shrill and keen, buzzing with the elation of someone at last entering the elite sphere she deemed her due.

"Yes, this one is really top class," Howard responded, his tone nearer now, laced with the arrogant glee of a man convinced of his triumph.

Heena froze stiff, breath snagging in her throat. Her pulse thundered against her chest—not from the chill dread of a spouse exposed in deceit, but a fierce, blazing surge of exhilaration.

Her history loomed mere inches distant, barred only by frosted glass and the night's whisper.

Alex refused to withdraw. He pressed closer instead, lips brushing her ear's curve as he registered the shudders coursing through her frame.

"Can you hear them, Professor?" he breathed, his words a rough, rumbling hum that ignited another rush of fire within her.

Heena nodded, eyes riveted to his. Howard's voice—that of the man who'd dismissed her for fifteen years—echoed like a specter angling to seize her once more.

"We should go inside, Alex," she urged softly, her words a fragile, quivering whisper.

"Why go inside, darling?" he murmured in reply, his palms gliding down to caress the silken fabric of her skirt.

A wicked gleam ignited in his gaze, transforming him from mortal to tempter demon sealing a forbidden bargain. "Since we can hear them so clearly... let’s give them something interesting to listen to in return."

Without a chance for her objection, Alex acted with swift, merciless precision. He spun her body around, compelling her to confront the endless cityscape sprawling below.

Heena's palms slammed onto the icy iron railing, fingers clenching the steel until her knuckles bleached pale.

Alex sank to his knees at her back. A harsh, eager yank bunched her skirt high around her waist, the balcony's chill breeze slapping against her naked skin.

He wasted no time. His broad, heated hands parted the fullness of her backside, laying her bare to the moon's glow... and his hungry stare.

Then he pressed forward, his tongue thrusting into her most intimate depths with a profound, insistent lick.

"Anhh... Alex!" Heena's cry ripped free from her lips before she could stifle it.

Her palm slapped over her mouth, eyes flaring wide as she gazed across the urban expanse.

Howard and Siobhan's laughter drifted from just paces off, their chatter of tomorrows unfolding while a student dismantled her beneath the stars.

The peril flowed like venomous honey; terror and ecstasy blended into a volatile blaze, setting every fiber of her being alight with raw, fearsome vitality.