She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 420: You’re a man of taste, Mr. Alexander Hale

"Welcome! Unwanted guests."

Alex greeted them with a mocking smile, yet he didn’t cease his movements. He delivered another powerful thrust to Heena, eliciting a resonant moan from her.

"Ahhh...! Master! So deep...!"

"As you can see..." he continued, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the two women. He kept pounding into Heena without pause, "I’m a bit occupied at the moment."

"Feel free to take a seat and enjoy for a while as I conclude this..." he added casually, as though offering them tea rather than continuing to have intercourse with his woman right before their eyes.

Witnessing the sheer audacity of the man, the younger woman’s countenance contorted with rage. Her jaw clenched fiercely as she directed a furious glare at him, clearly battling to suppress her anger.

Conversely, Mrs. Blackwell’s pleasant smile remained unmarred, though her eyes sharpened with intense curiosity.

She had seldom, if ever, encountered an individual possessing such brazenness to treat a member of the Sacred Order with such disregard.

"We can certainly wait..." she stated calmly, her voice silken and refined. She scrutinized Alex one last time, her gaze carefully studying his features. Abruptly, a flicker of recognition crossed her eyes.

’Have I encountered this man before...?’ she pondered, but the recollection eluded her.

Meanwhile, Alex leaned forward slightly, whispering to both Heena and Siobhan, his tone low and tinged with dark amusement:

"Let’s provide a memorable spectacle for our guests. Shall we?"

Without awaiting their consent, he firmly grasped Heena’s waist with one hand while skillfully inserting three fingers deep into Siobhan.

"Ahh—! Anh... Anh... Anh—! So good... So good... So deep—!" both women shrieked in unison, their voices dissolving into shameless, broken gasps as Alex subjected them to his brutal, relentless intensity.

Mrs. Blackwell’s eyes widened slightly at the overwhelming force. She had witnessed considerable events throughout her extensive life, but this… this was raw, primal, and utterly shameless. Her customary composure faltered for a fleeting moment as she observed the faces of both women contort in overwhelming ecstasy.

The younger woman’s face had become a deep crimson… whether from indignation or mortification, it remained uncertain. She glared at the abhorrent spectacle before her, fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms.

’When will Master arrive...?’ she silently implored, her voice nearly inaudible. She could sense her own body betraying her as she pressed her legs together tightly, watching Alex brutally engage with the two women.

The sight was so unvarnished, so devoid of inhibition, that it ignited an unwelcome heat coursing through her veins.

Mrs. Blackwell observed her junior’s subtle reaction. A faint, knowing smile graced her lips.

"Endure..." she advised softly, her voice steady and elegant. "Consider it a trial for you."

A profound blush spread across her face as she realized she had been noticed. She swiftly averted her gaze, unwilling to observe further. Her eyes drifted sideways… and settled upon the man slumped against the wall.

Howard remained seated, utterly defeated, his gaze fixated on the scene of his wife being treated as a common prostitute. His mouth hung slightly agape, and the shameful bulge in his ruined trousers was undeniable.

’Disgusting...’ the younger woman mused, her lips curling in disdain. ’What sort of man simply sits and witnesses his wife being defiled in such a manner? Pathetic.’

Suddenly, a loud, uninhibited scream echoed through the space, compelling the younger woman to look back against her will.

"Ahhh—! Master—! I’m cumming—!!"

"Fuuuuck—! Sir—!!"

Both women climaxed simultaneously, their bodies convulsing violently. Heena’s intimate area contracted and spasmed around Alex’s member while Siobhan squirted once more, drenching the floor beneath her.

Alex let out a deep groan, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, forceful surge, he withdrew, ejaculating powerfully… thick streams of his seed arcing across both women’s backs, buttocks, and thighs. He marked them both with his climax, claiming them as his personal possessions.

Mrs. Blackwell’s eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the scene. So visceral, so primal, that even she… who had always prided herself on remaining unaffected by the opposite gender… felt a warmth spread across her cheeks. Her breathing grew slightly unsteady.

Then, Alex rose to his feet.

He stood slowly, looming over both women. His robust, muscular physique glistened with sweat, his formidable member still half-erect and slick. The sheer masculine aura he exuded was potent.

His gaze fixed upon both women as he spoke, his voice measured yet laced with distinct arrogance:

"So… how was it?" he inquired, a languid smirk gracing his lips. "Did you savor the performance?"

Mrs. Blackwell’s cheeks flushed. She had encountered numerous influential men throughout her life, yet none had ever rendered her feeling quite so… unsettled. For the first time in decades, she found herself uncertain of her course of action or response.

She swiftly regained her composure, though a faint blush still tinged her cheeks.

Abruptly, the sound of footsteps carried from the corridor.

At the doorway, two women made their appearance.

One individual, who bore a resemblance to hotel staff, stood slightly behind with an air of deference. However, the woman positioned ahead of her was the one who immediately captured everyone's focus.

Her hair cascaded in long, shimmering silver strands, and her beauty exuded an elegant maturity. Despite her age, her physique was remarkably alluring, and the undeniable self-assurance she projected left no doubt that she held little regard for others.

Her very presence seemed to suffuse the entire space.

Alex was suddenly enveloped by an intense, palpable pressure. It wasn't boisterous or confrontational in nature; rather, it was serene, meticulously controlled, and distinctly intentional. He grasped the situation immediately.

’She’s doing this deliberately...’

His gaze sharpened as he took in her appearance.

[Name: Elyria Voss]

[Realm: Apex Realm (Late Stage)]

[Association: Sacred Order]

[Threat Level: EXTREME]

[Status: Neutral]

[Loyalty Rating: 1% (Interest)]

Alex’s eyes widened in surprise.

’So this is the sensation of facing an Apex...’

The atmosphere within the room became noticeably more oppressive. Even Mrs. Blackwell and the younger woman unconsciously adjusted their stances under Elyria’s commanding aura.

Elyria’s gaze, cold and sharp, slowly traversed the room... initially fixing on Alex, then shifting to the two women soiled with his essence, and finally settling on Howard, who remained slumped against the wall, resembling a discarded mannequin.

A subtle, almost mirthful smile graced her lips.

"You possess a discerning palate, Mr. Alexander Hale."