NOVGO.NET Chapter 293: The Reveal
Chapter 293: The Reveal
“If you want this cock so bad… give me one good reason why I should pull out of this tight, high-class pussy…”
He searched her eyes, waiting for an answer.
“…and settle for you.”
Vivienne felt a jolt of electricity. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was clarity. She looked at him, her lips parting, a desperate plea forming on her tongue. She was ready to beg, ready to promise him anything just to get him out of that woman.
But before she could speak, the woman beneath him cut her off.
“Ohh… my… god… Yes…” Helena moaned, tossing her head back.
Her voice was breathless, wrecked with pleasure, but she still found the air to twist the knife.
“She’s just cheap labor, Mr. Hale,” Helena taunted, clenching her internal muscles around him to stake her claim. “Don’t waste your energy on her.”
Helena looked sideways at her cousin, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
“What can a little assistant possibly offer you that I, Vivienne Vanderbilt, can’t?”
Vivienne froze. The insult landed, but this time, it didn’t hurt. Instead, something inside her snapped. Not a break, but a realignment.
The fear vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity.
She looked at her cousin… sweating, moaning, pretending to be royalty while taking a pounding like a common whore. And then she looked at Alex, the man holding the strings.
Slowly, terrifyingly, Vivienne smiled.
A dark, cruel amusement twisted her lips, transforming her face from a mask of despair into something far more dangerous. It was the smile of a predator who just realized the cage door was unlocked.
“What can I offer?” Vivienne repeated softly, her voice steady and smooth as glass.
”I can offer you the only thing you actually care about, Alex.”
Alex stopped mid-thrust. The rhythm of the room shattered instantly. He held himself there, buried deep inside Helena, and looked down at the woman standing over them.
”Oh?” Alex asked, his voice dripping with cynical curiosity, though he didn’t pull away. “The only thing I care about… and what could that be?”
Beneath him, Helena let out a frustrated, needy whine, glaring daggers at her cousin for interrupting her climax. But Vivienne ignored the venom in Helena’s eyes. In fact, she fed on it.
Seeing him stop for her gave her a surge of pure triumph. She smiled… a dark, victorious curve of her lips.
She stepped closer, invading his space, completely ignoring the intimacy of the moment. She moved with a terrifying calmness, dropping to her knees right beside where they were joined.
She didn’t ask for permission.
Vivienne reached out. Her hand didn’t tremble this time. She wrapped her fingers firmly around the base of his cock, right where it disappeared inside her cousin.
With a slow, possessive pull, she slid him out.
Helena gasped at the sudden emptiness, but Vivienne didn’t look at her. She held Alex’s glistening, heavy length in her hand, claiming the weapon that had been used against her.
“Such a big bad boy…” she whispered, a dark, husky sound that vibrated in the silence.
She wrapped her fingers tighter, slowly caressing the length of him. Her eyes traced the thick, ropey veins that spiraled down the shaft, marveling at the sheer violence of its size. It was glistening with Helena’s fluids, pulsing angrily against her palm.
’This,’ she realized, watching the head twitch in her hand. ’This is what broke me.’
This was the instrument that had stripped away her dignity, forced her to her knees, and made the Vivienne Vanderbilt do things she had never even imagined she was capable of.
It had turned a Queen into a beggar.
She began to stroke him then… a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her touch was soft but commanding, maddening in its precision. She milked the hardness she had reclaimed, keeping him steel-hard and ready, all while she lifted her gaze to lock eyes with its owner.
“Aren’t you here to get your revenge on Jennifer, Mr. Hale?” Vivienne asked, her voice steady and lethal, her hand still working him in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. “To humiliate her? To fuck her mother?”
Alex didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He glanced down at Helena. Helena met his gaze, and a spark of dark amusement passed between them. There was no shock, no confusion. It was a shared look of satisfaction… a silent acknowledgment that the mouse had finally tired of the maze and was trying to negotiate with the cats.
She was finally dissecting her own game, stripping away the layers of lies she had fought so hard to keep in place.
“Isn’t that your goal?” Vivienne pressed, tightening her grip on his shaft to draw his eyes back to her, mistaking his silence for hesitation. “I can give you that. I can give you the ultimate victory.”
She squeezed him possessively, offering him the prize.
“I can make you the man who fucked her mother.”
She saw the flicker of interest in his gaze and pushed her advantage, desperate to seal the deal.
”Hell, I can probably even deliver Jennifer herself,” she vowed, her voice trembling with the weight of the betrayal. “Wrapped in a bow, begging for your forgiveness.”
Alex stared down at the woman kneeling at his feet, his brows knitting together. He played his part perfectly.
”And how exactly,” he asked, his voice dripping with mock skepticism, “can a ’little assistant’ deliver the Vanderbilt heir?”
Vivienne laughed. It was a dark, rich sound that echoed off the walls.
“Because I’m not the assistant, you idiot.”
She pointed a shaking, accusatory finger at the woman beneath him.
“She is.”
Vivienne straightened her spine, rising tall on her knees to look him in the eye, reclaiming her dignity even while naked on the floor.
”I am Vivienne Vanderbilt. I am the mother of Jennifer. I am the CEO of this company.”
She glared sideways at Helena with pure venom.
”And that… thing… you were just inside? That is Helena Vanderbilt. My assistant. My employee.”
She looked back up at Alex, her eyes burning with a volatile mix of shame and desperate power. She squeezed his cock harder, demanding his full attention.
”You asked for a reason to stop fucking the help and settle for me?”
She looked up at him, her gaze locking onto his, and delivered the truth with breathless intensity.
”Because you’re fucking the wrong mother.”
Vivienne remained there, chest heaving, her eyes wild with expectation. She waited for the explosion. She waited for the shock, the anger, the realization that he had been tricked.
But there was nothing.
Alex didn’t flinch. He didn’t recoil. He just looked down at her, his expression completely blank.
Confused, Vivienne whipped her head toward Helena. Her cousin should be cowering. She should be terrified now that the truth was out.
But Helena wasn’t cowering. She was just… watching. Resting back on her elbows, looking at Vivienne with the same bored, impassive stare as Alex.
The silence stretched. And stretched.
It wasn’t dramatic anymore; it was suffocating. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an awkwardness that made Vivienne’s skin crawl. Her triumph began to curdle into panic.
Why weren’t they saying anything? Why weren’t they reacting?
She looked back and forth between them, her heart hammering against her ribs, the terrifying realization that she had missed something crucial starting to dawn on her.
”I…” Vivienne stammered, the silence crushing her. “I said… I am…”
Alex looked at Helena. Helena looked at Alex.
And then, they burst out laughing.
It wasn’t a nervous laugh. It was a full, belly-shaking roar of genuine amusement.
Helena shook her head, looking down at her cousin with a mixture of pity and sadistic delight. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the sound sharp in the sudden noise.
”Tsh! Tsh!” Helena sighed, feigning deep disappointment as she wiped a tear of laughter from her eye.
“In the end, you really couldn’t hold your tongue for long, could you?”
She looked at Vivienne, pouting playfully.
”And I was enjoying it so much…”