CHAPTER 38: RIDE HOME FOR A RIDE

Alex sat in a shadowed corner, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it. His mind buzzed, not with the chatter around him... senators, CEOs, Hollywood royalty... but with the delicious trap he’d set.

Sophia, his ex, the golden girl who’d crushed him, was on her way to his new mansion at 9 PM, walking straight into his trap.

And Victoria, her mother, would be there, tangled in his arms, claiming every room as theirs.

Lilith’s voice purred in his mind, dripping with evil delight. "You’re evolving, Alex. Inviting Sophia to your new home while you’re entertaining her mother? Exquisite. I can’t wait to watch."

"It’ll be interesting to watch. Really interesting." Alex’s lips curved into a smirk, his thoughts dark and gleeful. "I want to see despair in Sophia’s face when she walks in, sees her world crumbling."

The image of her... once untouchable, now scrambling for scraps... lit a fire in his gut. But a flicker of concern pierced his glee. "The real issue is Victoria. She’s Sophia’s mother. She won’t say anything... she’s too far gone for me... but I don’t want her feeling bad. Not when she’s my queen."

He needed to frame Sophia’s downfall as her own doing, keep Victoria’s loyalty ironclad without stirring her maternal guilt.

Alex sipped his whiskey, resolve hardening. He’d orchestrate this carefully, ensuring Victoria stayed his ally while Sophia drowned in her own ruin.

Movement caught his eye... Victoria emerging from the private family meeting, her sapphire gown clinging to her curves like a second skin, her eyes still dark with the hunger that had consumed her in the bathroom.

Her stride was purposeful, but there was a shy boldness in it, a crack in her CEO facade that only Alex could see. She spotted him in the corner, her lips parting in a smile that was equal parts possessive and vulnerable.

"Alex," she murmured, leaning close, her breath hot against his ear. Her voice was husky, stumbling with desire. "Let’s get out of here. Let’s go to our new house... make it our home. Our ’personal’ home."

Alex’s senses caught every nuance... her racing pulse, the flush on her skin, the faint tremor in her voice.

He leaned back, his smirk wicked, Silver Tongue sharp. "Still burning from earlier, aren’t you?" he teased, his voice low, eyes glinting with mischief. "Can’t wait to claim every inch of that mansion, can you?"

Victoria’s eyes flashed, embarrassment mixing with arousal. She bit her lip, voice dropping to a whisper. "Fuck, Alex, I can’t stop thinking about you... inside me, making me scream." The dirty words spilled naturally, her shyness melting under her horniness, just as her body betrayed her need.

He leaned closer, his hand sliding to her thigh, hidden by the table’s shadow. "Let’s see how bad you want it," he murmured, his fingers slipping under her gown, grazing her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched as he found her panties, already soaked, his touch deliberate and teasing.

He dipped a finger inside, feeling her slick heat, then brought it to his lips, tasting her slowly, his eyes locked on hers. "Still so fucking wet for me," he said, voice rough, savoring her taste. "You’re dripping, love."

Victoria’s cheeks burned, a shy giggle escaping, but her eyes darkened with raw need.

"God, Alex," she whispered, her voice trembling with arousal. "You’re gonna make me lose it right here." Her hand gripped his arm, nails digging in, her body leaning into him as if drawn by a magnet. "Let’s go. Now."

He grinned, standing and offering his arm with practiced gallantry. "Lead the way, my queen."

As they moved toward the exit, the ballroom’s eyes followed... some curious, some envious... but Alex felt only the thrill of the hunt, Sophia’s despair waiting just hours away.

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The parking garage was a cavern of sleek cars and dim lights, the air cool against their heated skin. Victoria’s Mercedes-Maybach gleamed like a predator in the shadows, its curves mirroring her own.

She paused by the driver’s door, turning to Alex, her boldness faltering for a moment. "I... I meant what I said," she stammered, her CEO poise cracking.

"I want you to make that house ours. Every room, every fucking surface." Her voice dropped, arousal overriding her shyness. "I want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight."

Alex stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing her lips. "Oh, I will," he promised, his Silver Tongue weaving seduction and control.

"But you’re gonna have to wait just a little longer. Builds the anticipation." He kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the champagne and desperation on her lips. She melted into him, a soft moan escaping, her body pressing against his hardness.

"Fuck, Alex," she whispered, pulling back, her eyes wild. "You’re killing me." But she smiled, a mix of shy delight and feral hunger, and slid into the driver’s seat, motioning for him to follow.

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The Mercedes glided through the city’s neon-lit streets, its engine a low purr that matched the tension humming between them.

Victoria’s hand rested possessively on Alex’s thigh, her fingers inching higher with every red light, her sapphire gown riding up to reveal smooth skin.

Her pulse was a drumbeat in his enhanced senses, her arousal a tangible heat filling the car. She drove with one hand, the other teasing him through his pants, her touch bold yet clumsy, like she was still learning to embrace this side of herself.

Alex leaned back, his smirk lazy but calculated. "So," he said, voice smooth as velvet, "what happened in that family meeting? More of James’s boring promises?"

Victoria laughed, "Same old shit," she said, her fingers tightening on his thigh, nails grazing him.

"James droning about infrastructure, Catherine pushing her own agenda... tax breaks for her cronies, as usual. All so fucking predictable."

She glanced at him, her cheeks flushing as arousal took over, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I couldn’t focus. Kept thinking about you... how you’d fuck me on that table while they all watched."

Her words hit him like a spark, igniting his own heat. He chuckled, low and teasing. "You’re filthy when you’re horny, you know that?"

His hand covered hers, guiding it higher, his Golden Hands skill sending shivers through her. "Keep driving, love. You’ll get what you want when we’re home."

Victoria’s breath hitched, her hand sliding to his crotch, feeling his hardness through the fabric. "God, I’m so wet just thinking about you," she murmured, her voice a mix of boldness and clumsy vulnerability.

"I want you to fuck me until I forget who I was before you, Alex. I want you to... to take me on that big bed, on the floor, against the fucking walls, make me scream so loud the whole city knows." She laughed, a shy giggle breaking through, but her arousal made the dirty talk flow naturally, her eyes dark with need.

Alex groaned softly, his control tested by her words, her touch.

"Careful," he teased, his voice rough. "You keep talking like that, we might not make it to Willowbrook."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But I love hearing you like this. My queen, begging for me." His fingers traced her wrist, her pulse racing under his touch, amplifying her desire.

She squirmed in her seat, her thighs pressing together, a soft whimper escaping. "Fuck, Alex, I’m so horny I can’t think," she admitted, her voice trembling with raw need.

Alex’s mind flicked to Sophia, the clock ticking toward 9 PM. He needed to keep Victoria steady, ensure her loyalty through the confrontation. "What about Sophia?" he asked, his tone casual but probing. "She’s been quiet since you froze her out."

Victoria’s expression flickered, a shadow of maternal guilt crossing her face.

Her hand paused, then resumed its teasing, her voice firm but tinged with conflict. "Sophia made her choices," she said, eyes on the road.

"She hurt you, Alex. I won’t let her ruin what we have. She’ll learn to stand on her own... or she won’t." The words were cold, but her grip on him tightened, as if anchoring herself to him.

Alex nodded, his mind racing. ’She’s mine, but I need to keep her steady. Sophia’s despair can’t break her.’

Lilith’s voice purred: "Well played, darling. She’s yours, body and soul. Now make Sophia pay."