She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 544: What Kind of Work
Previously on She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother...
"The night is still young... and we have far too much left to do."
The words rolled off Alex’s lips like a dark, hypnotic vibration, rumbling directly through Naomi’s spine and sending a molten ache coiling straight into her belly.
She was completely pinned. Seated firmly across his thighs with her back flush against the unyielding wall of his chest, there was no escaping the suffocating heat of her predicament.
Beneath the thin crimson silk of her dress, the heavy, rock-hard ridge of his erection pressed firmly against the curve of her backside... an undeniable reminder of the predator holding her. At the same time, his large hand rested heavy over the swell of her breast, fingers splayed wide in an unapologetic claim of ownership.
Naomi’s breath hitched, coming in shallow, ragged shudders. Never in her wildest, darkest fantasies had she imagined a situation spiraling into something this overwhelmingly hot and dangerously erotic.
She was a Late Stage Enhanced mercenary, trained to control every variable, to use her body as a weapon, to stay detached. Yet here she was, thoroughly dismantled, drowning in a feverish, illicit thrill that made her veins sing with pure adrenaline.
Her eyes cut across the dim room and locked straight onto her husband.
He was still standing in the shadows by the elevators, staring right back at them. His face was pale with choked fury, his fists clenched so hard they trembled. He was watching every second of it — another man’s hand on his wife’s chest, her body resting on another man’s lap.
Yet he didn’t take a single step forward.
Looking at him, Naomi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. Instead, a dark, perverse heat surged through her core, thick and intoxicating.
Seeing the man she had married rendered completely powerless... forced to stand in the dark and bear silent witness while a true apex predator claimed her in broad view... felt filthy, taboo, and utterly addictive.
Over the smooth curve of Naomi’s bare shoulder, Alex watched the entire exchange.
He caught the silent look passing between husband and wife, and the murderous hatred burning in the man’s eyes across the room. Yet his boots remained glued to the floor. Even with his wife sitting on another man’s lap, her dress pushed aside, he didn’t dare take a single step forward. He just stood there in the dark, choking on his own helplessness.
’Whatever they’re paying you two for this contract,’ Alex thought, his amusement turning cold and razor-sharp,’ it must be an extraordinary sum for a man to swallow his pride and endure this. But let’s see how much longer you can just stand there and watch.’
Alex tilted his head down until his lips brushed the sensitive curve just beneath her ear.
"Playing over silk is getting old, sweetheart," he murmured, his deep rasp sending a sharp shiver down her neck. "I want bare skin."
Naomi’s breath hitched in her throat. A jolt of raw anticipation shot straight down her spine. Her heart hammered against her ribs as her mind raced, wondering just how far he was willing to push things right here in the open lounge.
The hand resting on her breast slowly loosened its grip. Instead of pulling away, his fingers trailed lazily upward across her chest, skimming her collarbone before grazing the side of her throat. He lingered for a second against the frantic pulse beneath her skin, feeling just how undone she already was.
Then, his fingers hooked into the low cut of her crimson neckline.
Slowly, deliberately, he eased the fabric away from her body and slid his hand inside.
Naomi’s back arched against his chest the second his calloused palm met her bare skin. The sudden heat was suffocating. There was no silk left to protect her as his large hand cupped the soft, heavy curve of her naked breast, his thumb brushing directly across her hardened nipple.
Her breath tore out in a choked, trembling gasp.
Instinctively, her gaze snapped across the floor, colliding dead-on with her husband’s.
He was on the absolute brink of exploding. His chest heaved with shallow, violent breaths, his feet shifting as if every instinct in his body was screaming at him to abandon protocol, draw a weapon, and charge them.
Seeing the sheer madness in his eyes, Naomi gave a tiny, desperate shake of her head.
’Don’t,’ her gaze warned through the gloom. ’I’ve got this.’
Even with another man’s hand buried beneath her dress, she wanted him to think she was still the operative in command, still running the play, still bending the target to her will.
Alex chuckled against the curve of her neck, a low, dark sound that told her she wasn’t fooling anyone.
He didn’t give her a second to recover.
Tilting his head down, Alex buried his face into the sensitive hollow of her neck, pressing slow, bruising kisses along the delicate cord of her throat. Under the crimson dress, his fingers spread wide, possessing the full, heavy weight of her bare flesh, kneading and shaping it with steady, intoxicating pressure.
"So gorgeous..." Alex murmured against her damp skin, his voice a gravelly, hypnotic rasp that vibrated straight through her ribs. "You are burning hot, Naomi... every inch of you."
Naomi bit down hard on her trembling lower lip, but a soft, ruined whimper still slipped past her teeth as his thumb rolled over the sensitive, hardened peak beneath the silk.
His mouth trailed up the curve of her jaw, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "The moment I first laid eyes on you downstairs... playing the modest little lawyer beside that pathetic man... I was already wondering what you were hiding beneath that quiet suit."
Underneath the crimson silk, his fingers squeezed her bare flesh with possessive, punishing warmth, drawing another shuddering breath from her parted lips.
"...And feeling you like this now, stripped bare in my hands," Alex murmured, his low rasp vibrating straight into her skin, "is far better than anything I imagined."
Alex’s other hand began its slow, deliberate descent. His fingers slid down from her chest, tracing over her ribs and following the curve of her waist before slipping past the high slit of her crimson dress.
Naomi’s breath caught in her throat. She knew exactly where that heavy, calloused palm was headed, yet the sheer inevitability of it made her head spin. Her opened eyelids fluttered shut in helpless anticipation, her body tensing as every trained instinct warred against the molten ache coiling in her lower belly.
When his hand finally reached the bare skin of her trembling leg, he paused.
His fingers rested heavy just above her knee, the heat of his touch searing through her flesh like a brand. Alex leaned in until his lips brushed the heated shell of her ear, his breath a low, tantalizing rasp.
"You know what I regret the most at this moment, sweetheart?"
Naomi was in no position to answer. The words disintegrated before they could even reach her tongue. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate gasps as she tried to anchor her slipping composure.
She couldn’t speak, and Alex didn’t wait for her to try.
His hand moved again, slow and agonizingly deliberate, sliding higher along the sensitive, heated curve of her inner thigh. The unhurried drag of his palm sent a sharp, electric tremor straight through her core, her fingers tightening involuntarily against his suit trousers as his touch crept deeper, claiming the soft, burning flesh with effortless possession.
Alex’s lips grazed the cord of her neck, his voice dropping into a dark, hypnotic rumble against her skin.
"I regret why I didn’t approach you earlier," Alex rasped softly against her skin, his deep voice vibrating into her neck. "...Instead of letting you waste your time with that useless husband of yours."
His fingers slid up until his hand reached the thin lace of her panties.
A violent, electric shudder ripped through Naomi’s body. Her knuckles dug into his thighs, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting with every ounce of discipline she had left to choke down the ruined moan threatening to spill into the open lounge.
Every nerve was screaming with raw heat, her body trembling helplessly under his palm.
"Though I wasn’t entirely at fault either," Alex continued smoothly, his hand resting heavy against her, his voice teasing and effortless. "I was in an urgency when I arrived. Needed some important work done first."
Despite the molten fog clouding her senses, and despite his hand resting directly against her most sensitive place, the mercenary inside Naomi flickered back to life.
She swallowed hard, desperately forcing her runaway pulse under control to seize on the opening.
"What..." Naomi drew a ragged, uneven breath, trying to stitch a semblance of composure back into her voice. "What kind of work?"
Against the crook of her neck, Alex’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk.
