She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 494: Mother, Avenge me

The door of the private suite opened with a soft click.

Alex stopped mid-thrust, his thick cock still buried deep inside Sophia as he slowly turned his head toward the entrance.

His eyes found Natalia Steele standing just inside the gate, barely a few steps into the room.

Her gaze was glued to him... intense, unwavering, and filled with a certain hunger that Alex knew very well.

Lust.

His eyes slowly lowered from her face to her body.

She looked stunning.

She was wearing the same black-and-gold gown that clung to her mature, voluptuous body like a second skin.

The neckline plunged daringly, showcasing her full, heaving breasts, while the fabric hugged her wide hips and thick thighs in all the right places. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her makeup was flawless, accentuating her sharp, seductive features.

Alex’s eyes gleamed with dark realization.

’Can’t be more perfect timing than this...’

He knew now exactly how to push the mission to 100%.

A slow, confident smirk spread across his lips as he turned his gaze toward Marcus, who was still struggling to lift his head, trying to see who had entered.

Alex looked back at Natalia, his smirk deepening.

He wasn’t sure how she would react after seeing her son in such a pathetic state.

He knew she was far stronger than him. If she truly loved Marcus and went berserk, even he might be in danger. But he had measures in place — just in case.

’Let’s see what you prefer, dear Natalia Steele... family or power.’

With that thought, he stopped caring about her presence entirely.

He looked down at Sophia, who was lying flat on the floor, trying to hide her face in fear and shame after seeing Natalia.

She didn’t know what to do, how Natalia would react after seeing her like this, with her own son broken on the floor. Her body was tense, eyes wide with panic.

Alex didn’t care.

He gripped her hips firmly and started moving again... deep, powerful thrusts that made her body jolt forward with every impact. Sophia’s eyes widened even more as she tried to stop him, whispering desperately.

"Alex... wait... not now... she’s here... please..."

But Alex only thrust harder, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips as he claimed her right there, in front of everyone.

"So what if she’s here?" he growled, voice thick with dominance. "She can join if she wants. I’m not stopping for anyone."

His hips slammed into her harder and faster, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh growing louder. Sophia’s moans quickly turned into helpless, broken cries as she struggled to hold back, her body betraying her completely under his relentless assault.

***

Natalia Steele stood at the doorway, momentarily shocked.

Alex hadn’t even given her the importance she had expected. Instead, he had simply glanced at her and continued fucking the young whore beneath him without missing a beat.

’What a waste of skill...’ Natalia whispered to herself.

She had come prepared with her best techniques, the ones that had never failed to command the attention of anyone she desired. Yet every time she came into contact with Alex, those skills started failing her.

And worse... they began affecting her in reverse.

She was starting to get addicted to this boy.

No... this man.

She composed herself quickly, stepping inside with her usual elegant posture and composed demeanor.

"Mother..." The broken voice jolted her awake from her dream-like state as she looked ahead of herself.

Her son — Marcus — lay crumpled on the cold marble floor, bloodied and broken, barely conscious. His face was swollen and unrecognizable, blood pooling beneath him.

And just a few feet away, her future daughter-in-law, Sophia, was on her knees in a shameless doggy-style position, moaning loudly as Alex thrust into her from behind with powerful, possessive strokes. Sophia’s cum-covered body jolted with every impact, her heavy breasts swinging, her face twisted in raw ecstasy.

For a split second, pure shock flashed across Natalia’s face, wide eyes, parted lips, a sharp intake of breath.

"Mother... You finally here..." Marcus said, his voice regaining a fragile spark of hope once again as he looked up at her with desperate, tear-filled eyes.

"Marcus...!" Natalia’s voice cracked for the briefest moment as she rushed toward him with fast, urgent steps, her elegant gown flowing behind her.

She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands gently but firmly checking his injuries.

She was relieved that he didn’t have any mortal wounds, but her fingers still trembled slightly as she saw how badly he was hurt... the deep gashes, the broken bones, the blood. The realization of how far her son had been pushed hit her like a slap.

"What happened to you, my son?" she asked, voice filled with genuine concern as she brushed blood from his swollen cheek.

Marcus tried to speak, but barely any words came out. His voice was hoarse and broken as he sobbed, tears mixing with the blood on his face. He weakly raised a trembling hand, pointing desperately toward Alex and Sophia.

"Mother... He... He..."

Natalia followed his gesture and looked back at Alex.

He was still looking at her with complete indifference, as if her presence and her son’s suffering meant nothing to him. He kept pounding into Sophia with powerful, possessive strokes, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing shamelessly in the room.

Sophia couldn’t even look Natalia in the eyes. Her face was flushed with shame, but her moans didn’t stop... helpless, broken cries of pleasure as Alex claimed her right there.

"Kill him, Mother..." Marcus rasped, voice filled with pure hatred and desperation. "Kill that bastard...!"

Natalia turned back to her son. She gently pressed a finger to his lips, her expression softening for a brief moment.

"Shh... Don’t speak, my son. Save your strength. Everything will be as you wish."

But Marcus didn’t listen.

He wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, his swollen eyes gleaming with mad, desperate hope as he looked at Alex.

"My mother is here, you bastard..." he laughed, the sound broken and unhinged, echoing through the room. "Now you’ll see how you die...! You’ll not leave this place alive...!"

Natalia suddenly noticed a small bottle lying beside her son — the same Crimson Veil she had gifted him in case of mortal danger. It was open and empty.

"Marcus... my son..." Natalia whispered, voice filled with a mix of shock and barely contained fury.

"What have you done?"

Marcus flinched at his mother’s sudden outburst, realizing what she was looking at.

"He... he forced me to take that step, Mother..." he rasped, voice weak and trembling. "I was powerless... I felt useless that I couldn’t defeat him... I had no choice..."

Tears mixed with blood on his swollen face as he reached out a shaky hand toward her.

"And Sophia... she chose him... right in front of me, Mother..."

His voice was broken, filled with pain, shame, and raw pleading.

"Please avenge me... Please."

His voice was broken, filled with pain and shame.

Natalia looked at the face of her son... swollen, bloodied, and utterly broken. For a brief moment, pure, burning anger flashed clearly across her face, her eyes narrowing with cold fury and her jaw tightening.

Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, she masked it completely. Her face returned to its usual cold, elegant, and expressionless state... the perfect Steele matriarch once again.

She looked back at the couple, who were still busy in their fucking, completely uncaring about her presence.

"I’m cumming... Sooo good... Fuck yeah... Right there...!" Sophia moaned shamelessly, her voice echoing in the room.

Alex grunted loudly, his hips slamming into her with powerful strokes.

"I’m about to cum..." he growled.

’Do I attack him...?’ Natalia calculated coldly. ’After capturing him, I can have him all for myself... and use him whenever I want.’

But she couldn’t see through him at all. All her skills were worthless against him. And what if he was more powerful than her...?

Her mind ran at lightning speed, weighing every possibility.

Then she suddenly heard Alex’s deep, primal grunt as he reached his climax.

Sophia dropped to her knees in front of him, eagerly taking his cock into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could while the excess cum spilled onto the floor.

Natalia felt a surge of anger at the sight of those precious drops going to waste on the floor. Her eyes narrowed at the whore in front of her.

She stepped forward, her presence commanding the room.

Sophia froze, her arousal fading instantly into shame as she realized Natalia was watching. She quickly pulled away from Alex, cum still dripping from her lips.

Natalia gave her a long, cold look... one filled with disdain and warning.

"Leave," she ordered, voice sharp and authoritative. "Now."

Sophia didn’t dare argue. She hurriedly gathered her clothes and ran out of the room, half-naked and ashamed.

Natalia stood there, watching and glaring at Alex with cold intensity. For the first time in her life, she had become this indecisive. Her mind raced with possibilities... attack him, demand answers, protect her son, or even try to turn the situation to her advantage.

Yet something about him made her hesitate. She couldn’t read him. She couldn’t predict him. And that uncertainty was dangerous.

Alex slowly stood up, completely unbothered by his nakedness.

Natalia’s eyes involuntarily locked onto his body... the powerful, sculpted muscles still glistening with sweat, the broad shoulders, the defined abs. Then her gaze drifted lower.

His cock was still hard, thick, and proud, standing tall and inviting even after everything. It was coated in a mix of Sophia’s juices and his own cum, glistening obscenely under the dim lights.

Alex walked casually to the bed and sat down on the edge, legs spread comfortably, completely at ease in the tense atmosphere.

He looked at Natalia with a calm, almost amused expression, waiting for her to make the first move.

Natalia took a deep breath, as if she had finally decided on something.