She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 410: She is My Wife!!

"Who is that lady with you? Is she your wife?" Alex inquired casually, his voice easily cutting through the partition.

Simultaneously, Alex spun Heena around, pressing her body flush against the cool glass wall. His thick cock was a heavy, hot presence between her thighs, teasing her already wet entrance.

He moved closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered with dark amusement, "What do you suppose he would say, Professor?"

A smirk played against her skin. "His reaction will be quite telling..."

Heena's heart hammered against her ribs. Trapped, defenseless against the glass, fully exposed, and knowing Howard was mere steps away. A part of her yearned to hear his reply... the same man who had dismissed and belittled her for years.

On the other side of the partition, Howard’s gaze was fixed on the faint silhouette visible through the frosted glass... the enticing curve of a woman's backside, her slender frame, and long legs.

A potent thrill shot through him.

’So this is what a woman of quality looks like undressed...’

His mouth began to water. If only he could find an opportunity with a woman like her...

As he was lost in his fantasy, Alex's voice cut through again, calm yet commanding.

"I did not receive your answer."

Howard's thoughts snapped back to reality. He cleared his throat, a shrewd glint appearing in his eyes.

"Yes, sir... she is my wife," he responded, attempting to maintain an air of composure.

’If this man is open to sharing...’ he thought with a lecherous internal chuckle, ’I wouldn’t mind a trade for a night.’

He cast a glance at Siobhan, who stood before him. She looked up, a puzzled frown creasing her brow, clearly sensing the abrupt shift in his demeanor and the opportunistic spark in his gaze.

Hearing Howard's declaration, the person most taken aback was none other than Heena herself.

Her eyes flared with indignation and disbelief. The scoundrel was claiming that hussy as his wife, mere moments after abandoning her for years.

Alex observed her reaction, a smirk spreading across his face, clearly relishing her distress.

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as he whispered,

"This is merely the prelude, Professor. I shall reveal the true nature of your esteemed husband to you."

Then, raising his voice slightly so it would carry over the partition, Alex replied with feigned surprise,

"Ohhh... your *actual* wife? That surprises me. I rarely see people bring their wives to establishments like these..."

"You certainly are an intriguing fellow, old man."

Howard let out a loud, forced chuckle, undeniably pleased with his own maneuvering. He believed he had successfully captured the man's interest.

A swift connection with someone residing in the Presidential Suite could unlock significant opportunities.

He glanced down at Siobhan, offering her a sly smile. Despite her confusion, she played her part flawlessly.

"Yes, sir... We have enjoyed fifteen years of blissful marriage," Howard stated smoothly, striving for sincerity. "And my love and fear for my wife are profound. I would never entertain other women."

Siobhan beamed at the glass partition, unwilling to be left out.

"Indeed... our love for each other is immense," she added sweetly.

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Absorbing Howard's brazen pronouncements... his claim of loyalty after all his transgressions... Heena shut her eyes tightly. A solitary, searing tear escaped, carving a glistening trail down her flushed cheek.

For an instant, the agony of years of neglect and betrayal pierced her like a blade.

Then, her eyes snapped open once more.

The tear remained, but something else was now present... raw fury mingled with an incendiary desire.

Her gaze met Alex's, sharp and ravenous.

"Fuck me, Alex," she commanded, her voice low yet quivering with raw intensity as she locked eyes with him. "Fuck me so intensely that he hears precisely what a true man is capable of with his wife."

Alex's smirk transformed into a dark, deeply satisfied grin. He saw the inferno within her... the pain, the wrath, and the desperate yearning to be possessed.

"It would be my distinct pleasure," he murmured, gently brushing the tear from her cheek with his thumb. His voice dropped, growing rough with unspoken promises. "I shall erase every last vestige of that man from you."

Heena trembled at his words, her breath catching as a fresh wave of heat surged between her thighs.

Without a millisecond of hesitation, Alex seized her hips firmly and surged forward, plunging himself deep within her in a single, potent thrust.

Heena gasped sharply, her cry echoing loudly and clearly into the night.

"Ahh—! Yes...!"

She clutched the back of his neck, her nails digging into his skin as her fierce, lust-addled eyes remained fixed on his. Her voice emerged ragged and pleading.

"Fuck... Harder... Please...!"

Alex offered no restraint.

He drove into her forcefully against the glass, deep and unyielding. Each powerful thrust drove her back, pressing her bare rear against the cool surface. The wet, decadent slapping of skin against skin reverberated across the balcony as he penetrated her without mercy.

Heena's moans intensified, becoming unrestrained and voluble.

"Ahh—! Sir...! Yes—! Harder—!"

Beyond the frosted glass barrier, an absolute stillness descended. Howard and Siobhan stood motionless, their gazes locked in speechless astonishment. The noises emanating from the adjacent room, however, had become impossible to disregard—loud, unashamed, and ceaseless.

Howard’s expression contorted, a turbulent blend of disbelief and envy washing over him. Those sounds, the passionate moans, the sheer desperation in that woman’s voice—they were a stark contrast to the demure, measured utterances Siobhan ever offered him.

Siobhan's face flushed crimson. She could vividly feel each movement, each forceful impact accompanying the moans, accompanied by the distinct sound of flesh meeting flesh. A potent, unwelcome surge of desire coursed through her very being.

The gentleman occupying the neighboring suite was evidently affluent, and with undeniable skill in his bedroom pursuits.

She looked towards Howard, her eyes shadowed with a peculiar mixture of covetousness and longing. "Perhaps we should… join in?" she inquired, her voice a low, raspy murmur.

Howard’s throat tightened, his erection pulsing despite the sharp stab of jealousy. He harbored a desire to assert his dominance, to prove he was no mere insignificant figure overshadowed by the neighbor. Yet, he vehemently shook his head, compelling himself to maintain composure.

He understood the folly of being too aggressive or acting rashly when dealing with someone residing in the Presidential Suite. Individuals of such stature possessed the power to grant opportunities or irrevocably deny them.

He could not afford to incur the displeasure of this man.

"Let’s… hold off until he concludes," Howard mumbled, his tone subdued and guarded. "We must not jeopardize our prospects."

Siobhan regarded him with evident disappointment, but she acquiesced with a sigh. Her attention returned to the partition, her senses keenly attuned to every sound.

Suddenly, a guttural, breathy moan pierced the night air from the adjoining suite.

"Ohhh… God… So large…!"

The voice was raw, undeniably female, and laden with genuine astonishment and intense pleasure.

Howard stiffened instantly. That particular voice struck him as strangely recognizable. A knot of apprehension tightened in his gut as he strained to identify its owner.