She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 527: Feels Like Home

"I still haven’t had enough of you, my sweetheart..." Alex murmurred as he shifted his hips against her, letting her clearly feel the hard length pressing firmly between them once more.

"I’m not leaving this office until I make you cry and beg for mercy today."

Victoria’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. She pressed herself closer, rolling her hips just enough to answer him, feeling every inch of that familiar heat against her.

"Who’s gonna cry?" she whispered, voice warm and steady. Her eyes stayed locked on his, full of quiet affection. "I could keep you inside me the whole day and night without complaining..."

She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, slow and unhurried.

"So don’t hold back... and show me how you’re going to make me beg for mercy."

There was a clear playful challenge in her tone. Alex caught it immediately, a slow smirk spread across his lips. He lifted her chin with two fingers, tilting her face up until her eyes met his completely.

"Looks like someone is feeling overly confident today," he said, voice low and amused. "You already reached peak human state?"

Victoria’s eyes widened slightly.

"You already knew...?" she asked, her voice carrying a clear note of shock.

Only then did the realization hit her. Of course he knew. Alex had always been able to tell a person’s realm just by looking at them. She had planned to surprise him with her progress... to watch his reaction when he learned she had finally reached the Peak Human state. Instead, he had seen through it without her saying a word.

Alex only smirked, as if reading every thought that crossed her mind.

"How can I not?" he replied, voice low and certain. "But that won’t be enough to save you, my darling.".

Before she could respond, he began pushing himself into her, slow, deliberate, and without any rush. The thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance, then steadily sank deeper.

Victoria’s lips parted.

"Annhh... ummm..."

A soft, breathy sound left her as he stretched her open again. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded, watching his face with a look that was pure warmth and quiet hunger.

Alex kept going until he was fully buried inside her. He stayed there for a moment, forehead resting lightly against hers, letting her body adjust around him.

Victoria’s breath came out in short, shaky pulls. Even though he had entered her as slowly as possible, the sheer size of him left her completely stretched and impossibly full.

Her walls fluttered around his thick length, struggling to accept every inch. She dug her fingers into his back, nails pressing hard against his skin as a soft, overwhelmed sound escaped her throat.

"Ohhh goodness..." she breathed, voice soft and slightly strained. "You’re impossible, you bully..."

She had thought reaching Peak Human would change things. That the increase in strength and endurance would finally let her take him more easily... maybe even give her a chance to push back, to last longer, to put up a real fight against him.

Only now did the truth settle in.

No matter how strong she became, no matter how high her realm climbed, against Alex, and against this impossible monster of his, she would always be powerless.

Alex let out a low, amused laugh.

"Bully?" he repeated, eyes gleaming with quiet mischief. "Then let me show you what real bullying feels like..."

Without warning, Alex changed everything.

His slow, loving rhythm vanished. In its place came hard, deep, relentless thrusts... fast and powerful, each one driving into her with force. The desk creaked beneath them as he fucked her properly, hips slamming forward without restraint.

"Ahh—! Alex...!" Victoria’s moan broke into a startled cry. Her fingers dug into his chest as the sudden intensity overwhelmed her. "W-wait... slower... please..."

Her voice trembled between pleasure and protest.

Alex stopped completely. He stayed buried deep inside her, looking down at her with a teasing smirk.

"What? Already giving up?" he asked, voice low and amused. "I thought you had become powerful and brave after reaching Peak Human..."

Victoria’s cheeks flushed deeper. She let out a soft, breathy laugh and continued tracing her fingers lightly across his chest.

"I like it better when you go slow like this..." she managed between shaky breaths, her voice soft and sincere. Her fingers continued tracing lightly across his chest as she looked up at him. "I can feel every inch of you inside me... so clearly. The way you stretch me open... how deep you reach... everything feels so sweet when you take your time with me."

Alex’s expression softened.

He leaned down and kissed her — slow, deep, and full of quiet affection.

"I want to feel every inch of you too," he murmured against her lips. "Being inside you like this... it feels like home."

Then he began to move again. Slow, deep strokes. No urgency. Just the steady, loving rhythm of a man who wanted to feel every second of her.

Each time he pushed in, Victoria made another soft, seductive sound — a quiet "ahh..." that melted into a longer, satisfied hum.

Her hands slid up his back, fingers tracing the muscles there as she looked at him with open affection. The earlier raw hunger had settled into something deeper. Softer. More intimate.

Alex kissed the corner of her mouth, never breaking the slow pace of his hips.

Victoria moaned softly against his lips, her body squirming gently in his arms as he kept fucking her with those deep, measured thrusts.

She clung to him, legs tightening around his waist, completely lost in the loving rhythm they shared... every movement filled with quiet intensity and mutual desire.

***

Margaret returned from the bathroom, her appearance carefully restored. She had washed her hands thoroughly, fixed her skirt, and forced her breathing back to normal.

From the outside, she looked composed again.

But the moment she stepped closer to the office door, that composure cracked.

The door was still slightly open.

Inside, Alex and Victoria were completely lost in each other.

Victoria sat on the desk with her legs wrapped around him, her arms around his neck, forehead resting against his as he moved inside her with slow, deep, unhurried thrusts. Their faces were close. Their eyes were locked. Soft, intimate sounds filled the quiet office... quiet moans, the gentle shift of bodies, the low murmur of words meant only for each other.

There was no rush. No performance. No awareness of the outside world.

Just the two of them, completely absorbed.

Margaret stood frozen for a moment, stunned all over again. The raw intensity from earlier had transformed into something softer... deeper. It almost hurt to look at... the way Victoria looked at him, the way Alex held her like she was the only thing that mattered.

A strange mix of shock, envy, and quiet amazement settled in Margaret’s chest.

She didn’t interrupt.

Instead, she carefully reached out and closed the door properly, making sure it shut without a sound. Then she turned and walked back toward her desk, already deciding she would stop anyone who tried to come near the office.

For now, they deserved to be left alone.