She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Before the Fall
Unaware of Sophia’s jealousy and rage, here in Lila’s apartment, the storm continued.

For a beat, neither moved.

Alex’s chest heaved, hand still fisted in her hair. She stayed on her knees, pulse thrumming, throat raw, satisfaction humming through her veins.

Then his expression shifted… something dark and taunting sliding into place.

“Is that all you’ve got?” His voice dropped lower, mocking. “Already tired, sweetheart? I thought you said you could handle me.”

Lila’s breath caught.

He tilted his head, eyes raking over her with deliberate slowness. “Look at you… on your knees, completely wrecked, barely able to catch your breath. And I’m just getting started.”

His thumb traced her lower lip, pressing slightly. “Maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Maybe this was all talk and no follow-through.”

The words lit something fierce inside her chest.

Oh, you think I’m done?

She pushed herself up from the floor, legs still unsteady but determination burning bright.

Her body ached… throat raw, knees bruised from the hard tile… but she’d be damned if she let him think she couldn’t keep up.

“Tired?” She laughed, breathless but defiant. “Baby, I’m just getting warmed up.”

His eyebrow arched, challenge gleaming in his gaze.

She reached for his hand, fingers lacing through his, and tugged him forward with surprising strength.

“Come on,” she said, voice still rough but laced with heat. “I’ll show you exactly what I can handle.”

She led him toward the bedroom, hips swaying deliberately with each step.

The bed waited… perfectly made, sheets smooth and inviting, pillows fluffed.

She’d prepared everything carefully, wanting this to be perfect.

But before she pulled him all the way there, she paused.

Her eyes flicked up… toward the smoke detector in the corner of the ceiling. Toward the camera she knew was hidden there.

Toward Sophia, watching everything.

I should have followed the plan and called Mike by now.

The thought crashed into her like cold water, guilt twisting sharp beneath the pleasure.

The plan had been clear from the beginning: seduce Alex, get him here, then call Mike. Let him walk in and see his best friend… the man he trusted more than anyone… fucking his girlfriend.

Not just fucking. Forcing.

That was the key. Sophia’s brilliant, vicious plan.

Make it look like Alex had used force. That Lila was the victim. That his best friend had betrayed Mike in the cruelest way possible.

The fight would be explosive. Brutal. The kind that shattered friendships beyond repair.

And Alex would be left broken, isolated, destroyed.

Simple. Elegant. Devastating.

But Lila was hesitating; she hadn’t made the call.

She’d told herself she was waiting for the right moment. That the timing had to be perfect.

But the truth… the truth she couldn’t quite face… was that she didn’t want to.

Not yet.

Not when he was looking at her like this. Not when his hands were still on her body, his voice still rough with her name.

I’m delaying, she thought, panic flickering. Sophia knows. She’s watching. She’ll know I’m stalling.

Another glance at the smoke detector. Another wave of guilt.

But then Alex’s hand tightened around hers, and the guilt evaporated like smoke.

Just a little longer, she told herself. Just… a little more time with him.

She turned back to him, schooling her expression into something bright and eager.

“Ready for round two?” she asked, voice teasing despite the turmoil churning beneath.

Alex’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”

She pulled him toward the bed, releasing his hand only when her calves hit the edge of the mattress.

Then she climbed onto the bed… crawling backward on hands and knees, hips swaying, giving him a view she knew would drive him wild.

She settled in the center, kneeling, and crooked one finger at him.

“Then come here. Fuck me until I can’t move” Her words were a breathless plea, eyes dark with lust as she spread her legs wider, inviting him to take control.

***

Alex didn’t move immediately. Just stood there at the edge of the bed, eyes tracking her like prey.

The silence stretched… taut, electric, dangerous.

Then he moved.

Fast.

Crack.

His palm connected with her ass… sharp, brutal, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

“Fuck…!”

The cry tore from her throat… raw, shocked, pleasure spiking white-hot through the pain.

Her body jolted forward, fingers digging into the sheets.

For three heartbeats, she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Then… slowly… she turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.

And smiled.

Wicked. Triumphant. Knowing.

“There it is,” she breathed, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

His jaw clenched, eyes flashing dangerous.

She shifted onto her knees, turning to face him fully, that taunting smile never leaving her lips.

If this is all I get to keep of him… if tonight is all I’ll ever have… then I need it to be brutal. I need him to wreck me so completely that I’ll feel it for days. A souvenir carved into my body when everything else is gone.

That’s why she had to push him. Had to provoke him. Had to make him lose control.

“Where’d all that self-control go, Alex?” Her voice was silk and venom. “Where’s the man who told me no? Who walked out my door acting like he had morals?”

She crawled forward… slow, deliberate… until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed, close enough to feel his heat.

“You sat right there in the car,” she continued, tilting her head, “and told me you couldn’t do this. That betraying Mike was a line you wouldn’t cross.”

Her hand reached out, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch.

“You looked me in the eyes and rejected me.” Her voice dropped lower, more intimate. “Made me think I’d lost you forever.”

Her hand drifted lower, wrapping around his cock… thick, hard, already leaking.

She stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching his pupils blow wide.

“So what happened?” She squeezed lightly. “What happened to loyalty? To brotherhood? To doing the right thing?”

His breathing roughened, hands flexing at his sides.

“You walked away from me once,” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips brushed his jaw. “Walked away like you were so much better. Like you had control.”

She bit his earlobe… sharp enough to sting… then pulled back to meet his eyes.

“But you couldn’t stay away, could you?” Her smile widened. “God, you tried so hard.”

She stroked him faster, thumb circling the sensitive head.

“But here you are.” Her voice turned mocking. “Between my legs. Hard as fucking stone. Ready to fuck your best friend’s girlfriend.”

Something flickered in his eyes… something dark and explosive.

“So tell me, Alex.” She rolled her hips forward, grinding against him. “Who really has the power here? The man who walked away? Or the woman who made him come crawling back?”

For one suspended moment, everything went still.

Then his hand shot out… fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so violently she gasped.

“Power?” His voice was lethal quiet. “You think you have power over me?”

His other hand gripped her throat… not squeezing, just holding, a promise of control.

“You think because I came back, that makes you special?” His face was inches from hers, eyes burning. “You think your little performance earned you something?”

“Didn’t it?” she challenged, breathless but defiant.

His grip tightened.

“No.”

Then he moved.

He shoved her down… face-first into the mattress, one hand pressing her head into the sheets while the other yanked her hips up, ass exposed and vulnerable.

CRACK.

The slap was vicious… harder than before, meant to punish.

She cried out, the sound muffled by the mattress.

“That smart fucking mouth,” he snarled, hand smoothing over the burning flesh, “is going to be your downfall.”

CRACK.

“You want to talk about control?”

CRACK.

“About power?”

CRACK.

“Let me show you exactly who’s in control here.”

Her ass burned, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity, but God… she was soaked, dripping, her body betraying her completely.

“I came back,” he growled, fingers digging bruises into her hips, “because I wanted to. Not because you have power over me. Not because you won.”

He leaned down, lips against her ear.

“I came back to fuck a manipulative whore who plays victim in front of my best friend. A slut who traps good men with fake innocence while she’s really just desperate for someone to treat her like the whore she is.”

His hand tightened on her throat.”You needed punishment. And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

His hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her wetness, and he laughed… dark, cruel.

“Look at you. Dripping like a little slut you are while I beat your ass.” He thrust two fingers inside her roughly. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To push me until I broke?”

“Yes…” The admission tore from her throat.

“Then take what’s coming.”

He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself.

“I’m going to fuck you so brutally,” he promised, voice lethal, “you’ll forget you ever thought you had control.”