She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 528: Invitation

Margaret quietly closed the door behind her and walked away.

Inside the office, the world no longer existed.

Alex and Victoria were completely lost in each other. Time, place, responsibishared, all of it had vanished. There was only the heat of their bodies, the slow-then-deep rhythm of their joining, and the soft sounds that filled the quiet room.

Victoria’s breath hitched sharply.

"Alex... I’m— I’m going to cum again..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. Her arms tightened around his neck as her body began to shake.

She had already lost count of how many times she had come. The desk beneath them was soaked. Clear, glossy trails of her release ran down the polished wood and dripped onto the floor. Her thighs and the insides of her legs were shiny and wet, marked thoroughly by how many times she had already come for him.

Alex’s eyes darkened with quiet intensity. He leaned in, forehead pressed to hers, and spoke in a low, firm voice.

"Hold it."

Victoria’s eyes widened slightly.

"We’ll cum together," he said.

Before she could answer, his pace changed. The slow, loving strokes suddenly grew deeper and faster. His hips drove into her with controlled power, each thrust deliberate and relentless. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, louder now, more urgent.

Victoria cried out softly, clinging to him. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she tried to obey. Her fingers dug into his back. She was trembling hard, every muscle fighting the rising pressure.

"Alex... I can’t—" she gasped, voice breaking. "It’s too much... I can’t hold it anymore..."

"Just a little longer," he murmured against her lips, his own breathing growing heavier. "Stay with me."

He thrust harder, deeper, chasing that shared edge. Victoria’s body arched against him, her walls fluttering wildly around his cock as she struggled to keep control. Her soft, desperate whimpers turned into broken moans.

Then it hit them both at once.

Victoria’s cry was sharp and helpless as her orgasm crashed through her. Her whole body seized, legs locking around him, as a fresh rush of wetness spilled between them.

At the same moment Alex groaned low and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard inside her. Thick, hot pulses flooded her while he held her tightly against him.

For several long seconds neither of them moved. They stayed locked together, chests rising and falling in uneven rhythm, foreheads still pressed close.

When Victoria finally opened her eyes, they were shining... soft, dazed, and full of quiet emotion. Alex looked back at her with the same intensity, his gaze warm and satisfied.

Neither of them spoke right away.

They simply stayed there, still joined, breathing each other in... completely content in the moment they had just shared.

Victoria’s fingers drifted lightly along the side of Alex’s neck. Her eyes were soft, dreamy as she looked up at him.

"That felt... incredible," she whispered, her voice still a little unsteady. "I don’t even know how to describe it. It felt like I was floating... like I was in heaven and didn’t want to come back down." A small, content smile touched her lips. "I always want to be like this with you. Just like this. Close. Connected. Not thinking about anything else."

Alex watched her for a moment, then gently brushed a few damp strands of hair away from her face. His touch was careful, almost tender.

"You can always be like this," he said quietly. "Near me. Whenever you want."

Victoria slowly raised her head and looked into his eyes.

Surprise flickered across her face first... soft, genuine, almost disbelieving. Then it melted into something warmer. Her eyes brightened, and a quiet, happy emotion spread through her expression, as if the words had reached somewhere deep inside her.

Alex watched every small change on her face, never looking away.

"Yes," he said, voice steady and clear. "Come and live with me, Victoria."

The question hung softly between them... simple, direct, and full of quiet meaning.

Victoria’s happy expression slowly dulled.

The bright emotion in her eyes softened, then dimmed as reality settled over her again. She looked at him for a moment longer before speaking, her voice quieter than before.

"I really want to," she said. "More than you know. But... I can’t."

She lowered her gaze slightly, fingers still resting against his chest.

"You know how intense the fight has become. Catherine is trying everything she can to gain any advantage. If I suddenly start living with you... people will talk. There will be rumors. Scandals. I don’t want to create any trouble for her because of me."

Her eyes lifted to his again, filled with clear concern.

"And it’s not just about her. If those people decide to come after you because of me... you could be in danger too. I don’t want that."

Alex listened without interrupting. When she finished, a calm, confident smile touched his lips.

"Your man is not just anyone," he said evenly. "I’m strong enough to protect myself... and you. In fact, you’ll be safest at my place."

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his tone steady and sure.

"As for the rumors and scandals that might affect Catherine... don’t worry about those. I’ll take care of everything."

He held her gaze, voice softening just a little.

"You don’t have to carry all of that alone. Come stay with me. Let me handle the rest."

Victoria searched his face for a long moment. The worry was still there, but something in his certainty slowly eased it.

She thought about him, about how strong he truly was, and how capable the people under him were. If anyone could handle the consequences of her decision, it was him.

A small, reluctant smile returned to her lips.

"...Alright," she whispered at last. "I’ll come."

Alex’s expression lit up almost immediately. A low, genuine laugh left him as he leaned in closer.

"Then this calls for a celebration," he said, clearly pleased.

Victoria laughed softly at his reaction until she felt him stir against her again. Her eyes widened slightly, and she pressed a hand lightly against his chest.

"Stop," she said, still smiling, though her voice carried a note of warning. "You’re getting hard again..."

She glanced toward the door, then back at him.

"We’ve already taken too much time. If someone walks in right now, we really won’t have any way to explain this."