She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: How About Seducing Her Aunt?
“You want me to stop?” Alex asked quietly, voice carrying undertone that made the question feel dangerous.

Catherine’s breath hitched, eyes widening fractionally.

Before she could formulate response… before consciousness could reassert control over instinct… Alex’s thumb shifted, pressing against one of the pale silver points his skill had identified.

Not hard. Not overwhelming.

Just enough.

Just precisely calibrated pressure against psychological vulnerability that Catherine didn’t know existed, couldn’t see, couldn’t defend against.

Her entire body went rigid, eyes wide, lips parting in silent gasp as sensation flooded through her nervous system… not overwhelming, not painful, just present in a way that made thinking clearly impossible.

Alex felt her struggling beneath his touch, felt the desperate attempt to regain control, to form words, to do anything except lie there helpless while his fingers stayed exactly where they were.

The realization settled in Alex’s chest with weight that might have been satisfaction but felt closer to triumph.

Then… mid-motion, with Catherine still struggling beneath his touch… a sound chimed through Alex’s mind.

[DING!!!]

[New Mission Available…]

“Took you long enough,” Alex thought, lips curving into smile that Catherine… still frozen, still watching him with wide eyes… immediately noticed.

He’s laughing at me.

At my complete surrender.

At his triumph.

“I was beginning to think you’d gotten shy.”

“Oh please,” Lilith’s voice purred through his consciousness, carrying amusement that felt almost tangible. “I didn’t want to ruin your perfect moment. You were doing so well without me.”

Her tone shifted, taking on quality that suggested she’d been watching everything with focused attention and considerable entertainment.

“Besides,” she continued, something mischievous bleeding into her voice, “interrupting when she is struggling not to moan again felt… rude. Even for me.”

The translucent text expanded in Alex’s vision, overlaying reality with information only he could see:

[SYSTEM MISSION DETECTED]

[SEDUCE CATHERINE BLACKWOOD AND MAKE HER YOUR WOMAN]

[MISSION DIFFICULTY: SSS-RANK]

[TARGET: Catherine Blackwood (Peak Enhanced, House Blackwood Heir)]

Alex’s thoughts stuttered.

What the hell — SSS-rank difficulty?

“Oh, don’t look so shocked,” Lilith’s voice carried open mockery now, practically dripping with amusement at his reaction. “Did you really think this was easy?”

A pause, deliberate.

“Think about it, darling. How exactly were you planning to reach Catherine Blackwood without Victoria? The House Blackwood’s heir? The woman who makes senators nervous?”

Another pause, heavier.

“You’d never have gotten within ten feet of her estate without an invitation. Never have convinced her to meet you alone. Never have had this opportunity to touch her while she’s half-naked and vulnerable.”

The mockery in Lilith’s tone sharpened.

“So perhaps you should be a bit more grateful to dear Victoria for arranging this impossible meeting for you.”

Alex’s jaw tightened as realization crashed through him with uncomfortable force.

I didn’t earn this.

Didn’t plan this.

Didn’t do anything except show up to a meeting Victoria arranged.

Without her…

The thought completed itself with devastating clarity.

…this mission would be impossible.

He dismissed the translucent text with mental flick, choosing to ignore the System entirely and focus on what mattered.

His attention snapped back to the woman lying before him… flushed, breathless, unable to speak… and something in his expression shifted from momentary distraction back to focused intent.

“What?” Alex murmured, voice carrying note of amusement that made Catherine’s eyes snap to his. “Can’t handle a few touches?”

His smile widened fractionally, watching her face flush deeper.

“Aren’t you very brave, Catherine Blackwood?”

The mockery in his tone was gentle but unmistakable.

‘This bastard.’

The thought screamed through Catherine’s mind with force that almost broke through the sensation clouding her thoughts.

I don’t like his cocky attitude.

I don’t like how he’s enjoying this.

I don’t like…

“Or perhaps,” Alex continued, leaning closer, his voice dropping lower, “you’re afraid.”

Catherine’s breath stopped.

“Afraid of being caught by Victoria… with her man?”

His lips brushed against her earlobe… barely contact, just warm breath and proximity that made every nerve ending Catherine possessed light up like he’d touched them directly.

“I promise I won’t tell her,” Alex whispered, voice carrying intimacy that felt more invasive than his hands on her skin.

A pause.

“Unless you want me to.”

Alex didn’t wait for response.

His hand moved… slow, deliberate, tracing downward from her neck with touch that felt both clinical and devastatingly intimate.

Past her collarbone.

Lower.

Catherine’s breath stopped entirely as his fingers reached the edge of her breast, hovering there for heartbeat that felt suspended in time.

Through his Enhanced perception, Alex saw it clearly — a brilliant crimson point glowing at the tip of her breast, visible even through the thin bikini fabric that barely covered her.

The glow pulsed with intensity that marked it as a primary sensitivity zone, the kind of spot that would make her gasp, maybe even cry out if he touched it directly.

The urge to touch it, to press his thumb against that glowing point and watch her shatter completely, was almost overwhelming.

Not yet, Alex decided with effort that required genuine restraint.

Save that for when she’s even more desperate.

When she’s begging.

Then his hand moved around it… barely touching, just the faintest pressure against fabric and skin… circling with precision that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what effect it was having.

Oh God.

Catherine’s eyes locked with his, unable to look away, unable to close, unable to do anything except stare while his touch moved with maddening slowness.

Part of her… that traitorous, desperate part… wanted him to stop circling.

Wanted him to actually touch.

Wanted him to do whatever he wished without asking permission she couldn’t give.

But she couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t admit what she wanted even to herself.

Alex’s hand continued downward, leaving her breast untouched, moving to her abdomen with same deliberate care.

His palm pressed flat against her stomach, warm through the thin bikini fabric, then began tracing slow circles that made her muscles contract involuntarily.

Catherine’s breathing had become shallow, uneven, each breath visible in the rise and fall of her chest.

Her eyes never left his.

And what Alex saw there made satisfaction deepen into certainty.

Hunger.

Raw, undisguised hunger that Catherine couldn’t hide anymore, couldn’t control, couldn’t rationalize away as anything except what it was.

Desire.

Need.

Surrender that hadn’t quite reached her lips but blazed in every micro-expression her face couldn’t suppress.

She’s losing it, Alex realized, watching her pupils dilate, watching her breath quicken, watching every defense she’d spent decades building crumble under touch she couldn’t resist and hunger she couldn’t deny.

Alex looked directly into her eyes, holding her gaze with intensity that made Catherine’s breath catch.

Then he stood.

Stepped back.

Removed his hands from her body entirely.

The absence hit Catherine like physical blow.

No.

Why?

Her mind screamed the questions she couldn’t voice, panic flooding through her chest with force that overwhelmed every other thought.

Why did he stop?

Why did he?

I need…

The realization crashed through her with devastating clarity.

I desperately want him to touch me again.

Her eyes tracked his movement, helpless to look away, and found something that made her breath stop entirely.

The bulge straining against his pants was unmistakable… visible, prominent, undeniable evidence of exactly what their encounter had done to him.

Catherine’s eyes widened.

That size…

She’d never imagined… couldn’t have guessed… that he was packing something of that magnitude.

The reality of it made something clench low in her stomach, made the ache between her legs intensify into desperate need she could no longer pretend didn’t exist.

Alex’s hands moved to his shirt, fingers working buttons with deliberate slowness that suggested he knew exactly what effect the simple action was having.

The fabric fell away.

Revealing muscle definition that shouldn’t have surprised Catherine but somehow did… shoulders broad and powerful, chest sculpted, abdomen showing the kind of definition that came from real training rather than vanity.

Alex moved back toward her, and Catherine’s breath quickened involuntarily.

“Weren’t you curious?” he asked quietly, settling beside her on the bench, close enough that she could feel his body heat.

“What I plan to do next? About Sophia?”

His voice dropped lower, taking on quality that made the question sound less like inquiry and more like threat.

“About my revenge?”

Catherine’s mind struggled to process the shift, struggled to understand why he was talking about Sophia now, when all she could think about was the absence of his touch and the desperate need for it to return.

Alex’s hand settled on her waist… casual, possessive… and Catherine’s entire body responded like he’d set her on fire.

“How about…” he continued, voice carrying dark amusement that made Catherine’s pulse spike, “…seducing her aunt?”

His fingers traced upward slowly, deliberately.

“Doing it right in front of her?”

The words registered through the haze clouding Catherine’s thoughts… shocking, dangerous, completely insane proposition that should have made her recoil, should have triggered every protective instinct she possessed.

But all Catherine could focus on was his hand on her skin and the way his eyes held hers with focused intensity that suggested he was completely, devastatingly serious.

“Making her watch,” Alex whispered, leaning closer, “while I…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Instead, he moved forward and captured her lips.

The kiss wasn’t gentle.

Wasn’t tentative.

Wasn’t asking permission.

It was claim… deliberate, possessive, overwhelming… and Catherine’s mind whited out entirely as every defense she’d maintained shattered under the reality of his mouth on hers.