She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 396: Dinner With The Monster(3)

"Delicious," Alex whispered, savoring the wine on his lips as he locked eyes with her. "You taste incredible just like this... I doubt I can hold back until I’ve devoured your every inch tonight."

Once more, he bent forward, taking one of her wine-glistened nipples into his mouth. He suckled hungrily, his tongue expertly circling the tender tip, pulling it further inside.

A fierce shiver ran through Heena, a fragile, fractured moan slipping from her lips.

"Ahh... fuck..." she gasped out, her voice quivering with desperate longing as ecstasy surged to her center.

Ragged breaths escaped her. She reveled in the thrilling vulnerability of being bare at the sophisticated dining table, illuminated only by the sparkling city skyline.

"Who’s stopping you then?" she uttered amid her moans, her tone thick and sultry.

"I’m all yours, Alex... eat me however you desire."

She hesitated briefly, then tacked on with a touch of petulance, eyes narrowing faintly, "But it seems you’d prefer a slut over me..."

A deep, affectionate chuckle escaped Alex, obviously entertained by her envious streak. He was aware she’d noticed his interaction with Lydia. He hadn’t bothered concealing it.

With two fingers, he tilted her chin upward, compelling her to hold his stare.

"Look at that," he remarked, his tone playful yet soft. "My precious professor fears a mere girl, does she?"

Heena huffed and averted her gaze, declining to reply.

Alex refused to let her dodge. Effortlessly, he scooped her up and drew her onto his lap, positioning her to straddle him.

A startled yelp burst from Heena at the abrupt shift, though she soon relaxed, her bare form molding against his.

Lydia or any other woman faded from her concerns now. In her heart, she recognized this day belonged to her. Regardless of schemes, no one could pry Alex from her grasp.

That unspoken confidence empowered her deeply.

Nonetheless, she savored the undivided focus lavished on her.

"Don’t trouble yourself over some insignificant girl," Alex advised, his words deep and comforting, tinged with shadowy mirth.

"She’s just a little useful... While you, my dear professor," he breathed, his palms exploring her freely... squeezing her breast, gliding along her waist, following each contour like he possessed her outright.

"Mmm..." Heena surrendered to the bliss, dissolving into him. The pleasure was exquisite, and she wished it eternal.

"You’re a delicacy I’ll savor repeatedly... and again."

His possessive declaration sent shivers through Heena, shattering her lingering doubts. A warm, delightful radiance bloomed in her heart. She smiled tenderly to herself, feeling treasured and craved like she hadn’t in ages.

Yet Alex had more in store.

"Worry instead about managing this monster," he snarled, thrusting his hips up to let her sense his thick, rigid cock pressing firmly against her wet entrance.

"Since I have no intention of halting tonight. Not even if your husband shows up."

Heena’s breathing caught abruptly.

"What do you think he’ll say," Alex pressed on, his tone sinister and taunting, "when he witnesses his prim wife destroyed beneath me, hmm? Pleading for a cock that truly fulfills her?"

His laughter rumbled low and sinister. "Can he even cope?"

Heena joined in the laughter... a light, panting echo... as her thoughts wandered to that very vision. She imagined herself screaming under Alex, his massive cock ravaging her without mercy, while Howard watched in stunned horror, compelled to see his dignified wife demolished.

The forbidden excitement caused her core to tighten with sinful hunger. Her wayward imagination yearned for it.

Meeting Alex’s derisive grin with her own, she lifted her gaze, eyes sparkling with fresh audacity.

"So what if he can’t handle it?" she breathed, her voice smoky. "He’ll have no choice."

Drawing nearer, her lips grazed his ear as she murmured with subtle rebellion,

"I would rather have him come..." Heena whispered, her tone hushed and audacious, "and watch how his wife is being taken care of... what he failed to do... by a real man."

While speaking, her hands grew daring. She slipped between them to yank at Alex’s bathrobe belt.

Dark pleasure flared in Alex’s eyes at her daring speech. A husky, entertained laugh vibrated in his chest.

"Look at you," he mocked affectionately, his voice gravelly with praise. "My timid professor is turning exceptionally daring tonight. I love this facet of you."

The tie unraveled smoothly. She parted the silky material, baring his chiseled chest and abdomen fully.

Alex assisted, slipping the robe from his shoulders amid a soft chuckle.

Heena bunched up the cloth and flung it toward the door, where it pooled in a pale pile.

Completely nude under her now, Alex reclined in the seat, his thick, erect cock rising boldly between them.

Heena gracefully slipped from his lap, sinking to her knees on the soft carpet and nestling between his parted legs.

At this vantage point, she enjoyed a clear, perfect glimpse of his formidable manhood... thick, veined, and pulsing with urgent desire.

Her gaze lifted to meet his, eyes shadowed by raw hunger, as she encircled the base with her fingers in a tight, claiming grasp. The scorching heat and girth sent her heartbeat into overdrive.

"I needed this so badly..." Heena breathed, her tone heavy with craving.

She paused there, cradling his weight and strength in her palm while locking eyes with Alex. Then, maintaining that intense stare, she advanced, lips parting to envelop him.

Her pace began leisurely—relishing the stretch as her mouth widened over the crown. Her tongue circled the tender head languidly, sampling the briny precum already seeping out.

A deep, ravenous hum resonated along his shaft while she eased him further in, cheeks concaving with her suction.

Alex let out a guttural groan, his fingers weaving softly into her wet locks.

"You’re quite good at this, Professor," he commended, his voice gravelly from ecstasy. "Look at you... taking me so well already."

His praise fueled her boldness as Heena serviced him with rising assurance... bobbing her head along his length, her hand pumping the portion beyond her reach.

Each descent drew him deeper, her throat yielding to accommodate more of the sturdy rod. Drool slicked him fully, rendering every glide wet and lewd.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck..."

Tiny, sloppy noises echoed through the hushed suite as she adored him.

She withdrew for air, panting moistly... a trembling, needy "haah..." slipping from her lips, linked by a slender saliva strand from her puffy, shining mouth to his tip.

Peering up with misty, desire-drenched eyes, she murmured huskily:

"I want every inch of this monster inside me tonight..."

With that, she plunged forward again, engulfing him further, resolved to show she could manage it all.

***

In the executive service zone below, Lydia arrived at her station and plopped down, her fingers darting over the keys to access the Presidential level's reservation logs.

Suite 801 showed as taken... reserved via a bland company alias: "Evergreen Holdings." No guest details listed, no extra info. Merely a routine elite booking with maximum privacy activated.

Leaning back, Lydia's eyes sharpened. Pseudonyms, naturally. Her aunt had opted for utmost discretion here.

To conceal the occupants of 801, she’d avoid any blatant clues... particularly from her.

Confirmation of their arrival wasn’t possible from this spot.

Though irritated, Lydia rose purposefully and made for the primary kitchen servicing the upper two levels. Should 801's visitors be settled, room service requests would’ve come in.

Entering the hectic kitchen, Ruby—the junior staffer dispatched to deal with the pesky pair—glanced over from the counter, face weary.

"Lydia, you’re back already?" Ruby queried, cleaning her hands on her apron.

Lydia cut straight to it. "Has anyone from 801 ordered anything yet?"

Ruby huffed theatrically, rolling her eyes.

"How should I know? Those ’sweet’ guests you stuck me with won’t give me a break. They’re devouring food like starved animals. Especially the lady... so picky. Constantly switching sides and demanding ’perfect seasoning.’ Total nightmare."

Lydia ignored the gripe, approaching the ready cart to eye the prepared plates. Way too much spread... sufficient for four or beyond. Seared seabass, truffle risotto, entire lamb rack, crisp salads, assorted accompaniments. Lavish, oversized servings.

Meeting Ruby’s gaze, she caught the anxious look. The girl’s worry was plain.

Lydia offered a sly, understanding grin.

"This is surely plenty for just two," she remarked evenly, "but it’s not coming from our pockets, right? Finish it up and deliver."

Ruby breathed easy. "Alright... I’ll wheel this up now."

"Hey Ruby," Lydia called as she turned, "tip me off if you pick up anything on them."

Ruby shrugged, grabbing the cart. "Sure thing. But what’s got you so curious?"

Lydia flashed a charming, guileless smile. "Just handling my duties."

She observed Ruby depart, pushing the laden trolley to the staff lift. Thoughts whirled in her head.

Such secrecy from her aunt signaled something big. VIP visitors? Elite patrons? Or another angle?

Regardless, she had fresh intel to relay to Alex.

She pivoted sharply on her heel and strode back toward the elevator, her eyes gleaming with a flicker of thrill.

Yet before she could...

Lydia halted briefly, veered her course, and dashed off on a swift detour.