She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Jealous Fury
“Fuck…” Sophia breathed, more aroused than angry.

Her hand… still between her legs from before… moved again, fingers slipping beneath lace. But her eyes stayed on the screen, glowing with a strange, hungry light.

“God, yes.”

On screen, Lila dropped to her knees at Alex’s feet… thighs spread, back arched, hands braced against his hips.

Her mascara was already smudged, hair disheveled.

She looked up at Alex… eyes wide, submissive, hungry… and opened her mouth.

He didn’t make her wait. His hand fisted in her hair, angling her head back to expose her throat.

And she took him in… slowly at first, then deeper.

Her lips stretched obscenely wide around his thickness, jaw straining, throat working as she forced him deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against his pelvis and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Completely at his mercy. Utterly debased. And from the way she moaned around him… she loved every second of it.

Sophia’s thighs clenched, arousal building again as she watched. Every moan, every wet sound, every deliberate movement…

She’s good at this.

The thought flickered through her mind, unbidden. Professional, even.

Sophia’s fingers moved faster, breath quickening.

Then Lila’s eyes flicked up.

Not to Alex.

To the camera.

Straight at Sophia.

And she smiled around his cock. A small, deliberate curve of her lips while her mouth was still full of him.

Sophia’s hand froze mid-motion, breath catching… not from arousal this time, but from pure, white-hot rage.

That fucking whore.

The arousal evaporated like smoke, replaced by something colder. Sharper.

Lila knew exactly what she was doing. Knew Sophia was watching. And she was performing for her.

Mocking her.

On screen, Lila redoubled her efforts… taking him deeper, gagging deliberately, making it theatrical. Her eyes kept darting back to the smoke detector between strokes, checking if Sophia was still watching.

You little bitch. You think this is a game?

Sophia’s hand fell away from her panties, fists clenching at her sides.

She stood abruptly, still wearing only her black lace panties and heels. Her skin… flushed with arousal just minutes ago… now burned with a different kind of heat.

Rage.

She paced in front of the monitors, unable to look away but unable to stay still.

Then Alex’s voice came through the speakers, rough with pleasure: “Goddamn, you’re good at this… sucking me like you were made for it.”

The words hit Sophia like a slap.

Good at this.

Her jaw tightened until her teeth ached.

She wanted to scream through the monitor… I taught her that! Every angle, every pressure point, every way to make you desperate.

She watched Lila’s eyes light up at the praise… watched her moan louder, work harder, desperate for more of his approval.

He’s praising her. Complimenting her. Like she’s done something worthy of recognition.

The jealousy burned hotter than the rage.

Sophia had spent months training Lila. Months molding her into the perfect weapon. Teaching her every trick, every angle, every way to make a man desperate.

And now this girl… this disposable tool… was basking in Alex’s attention like she’d earned it on her own merit.

Like she was special.

You’re nothing without me, Sophia thought viciously, nails biting into her palms. Nothing.

Every touch, every word, every manufactured moment of vulnerability… all of it came from me. You’re just following a script I wrote.

But Alex didn’t know that. To him, Lila was genuine. Devoted. Good at this.

Lila deepthroated him again, throat convulsing, eyes watering… but still managing to glance at the camera one more time.

And she winked.

Actually fucking winked.

Sophia’s vision tunneled. Her breath came faster, sharper.

I’ll destroy you for this. I’ll make you wish you’d never…

“Yes… just like that, you filthy girl,” Alex panted, his hips rocking, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts.

Lila moaned louder… deliberate, theatrical, performative.

Alex’s thrusts grew erratic. “Gonna cum… swallow every drop. Understand?”

Lila nodded eagerly, mouth full, eyes locked on his… devoted, obedient.

With a final thrust, he held her head in place and erupted. Lila swallowed greedily, throat working, not spilling a drop.

Sophia watched, chest heaving, skin flushed… but not from arousal anymore.

From fury.

When Alex pulled out, Lila licked her lips with a satisfied hum, then glanced at the camera one last time.

And smiled.

Victorious. Smug. Triumphant.

You think you’ve won.

***

On screen, Alex hauled Lila up, crushed her against his chest, kissed her fiercely. They stood there for a moment, tangled and breathless.

Then Lila pulled back slightly. She looked directly into the camera… holding Sophia’s gaze through the lens… and took Alex’s hand.

She led him toward the bed.

The big bed.

No.

Sophia’s breath caught.

They were just getting started.

Round two. And Lila was leading him there. Taking control. Performing for Sophia’s benefit like this was some kind of show.

This bitch thinks she’s untouchable.

Sophia grabbed her phone from the desk, fingers trembling… not from fear, but from barely contained rage.

Fine. You want to play games? Let’s see how you handle this.

She opened a burner app… untraceable number, encrypted… and pulled up her contacts.

Mike.

Lila’s so-called boyfriend. The one they’d both used like a tool, a willing prey. The poor fool who still believed Lila was some naïve, innocent girl who had fallen for him.

Oh, poor Mike… if only he knew what she’d become. Watching his illusion shatter would be delicious. The thought alone sent a thrill through Sophia.

Sophia had collected his number weeks ago. Standard protocol for all assets.

Time to put it to use.

She pulled up the footage, scrolling back to the oral scene. Frame by frame, she watched with cold precision, rejecting each shot with clinical detachment.

Not that one. Her eyes are closed… looks like she could be forced.

She needed Mike to see pleasure. Needed him to understand this wasn’t coercion… this was choice. This was his girlfriend choosing another man, enjoying another man, moaning around another man’s cock like she’d been starving for it.

That’s what would destroy him. That’s what would make reconciliation impossible.

She scrolled forward.

Not that one. Angle’s wrong. Doesn’t show enough.

Forward again.

Then… there.

Perfect.

Lila on her knees, mouth stretched wide around Alex’s cock, eyes half-lidded with pleasure… not fear, not coercion, but unmistakable enjoyment. Saliva dripping down her chin. One hand gripping his thigh, nails digging in like she was desperate for more.

The image was crystal clear. Undeniable. Humiliating.

Sophia’s lips curved into a cold smile as she attached the image to a new message.

Her fingers flew across the screen:

“Thought you should know what your girl’s really been up to. Check her apartment. Now.”

She hit send before she could second-guess it.

The message delivered instantly. Read receipt popped up within seconds.

She tossed the phone onto the desk and turned back to the monitors, a slow smile spreading across her face.

On screen, Lila was pushing Alex onto the bed, climbing on top of him, still glancing at the camera every few seconds with that smug, victorious smile.

Enjoy it while it lasts, you stupid whore.

Sophia leaned back against the desk, arms crossed over her bare chest, eyes fixed on the monitors.

In half an hour… maybe less… Mike would burst through that door.

She could already picture it:

The doorknob rattling. The lock giving way. Mike’s face… red with rage, betrayal written across every feature… as he took in the scene before him.

Lila on top of Alex. Mid-thrust. Mid-moan. Mid-everything.

The scrambling. The shouting. Lila trying to cover herself, stammering excuses that wouldn’t matter.

She imagined Mike’s fist connecting with Alex’s jaw. The shock. The confusion giving way to horrified realization… this is my best friend’s girl.

Alex scrambling for excuses that wouldn’t come fast enough. Stammering. Defensive. Caught.

Mike screaming… You knew! You fucking knew she was mine!

And Alex… proud, controlled Alex… reduced to nothing. Stripped of his dignity. His friendship shattered. His reputation in ruins.

Beautiful.

Sophia’s smile widened.

The chaos. The destruction. The beautiful, satisfying ruin of everything Lila think she can be part of.

And Sophia would watch every second of it.

From the safety of her bedroom, glass of wine in hand, she’d watch Lila’s carefully constructed lies crumble in real time.

Watch her understand… truly understand… what happened to girls who forgot their place.

Sophia’s smile widened, cold and satisfied.

This is what happens when you think you can mock me. When you forget who holds the leash.

On screen, Lila threw her head back, moaning as Alex thrust up into her. She looked at the camera again… still smiling, still triumphant.

Not for long.

Sophia reached for her wine glass, took a slow sip, and settled in to watch.

The show was just beginning.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and felt every twist, turn, and pulse of the story.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter; things are only going to get more intense!