NOVGO.NET Chapter 298: Round Two
Chapter 298: Round Two
The dining room was silent, save for the ragged, synchronized breathing of the two women on the floor.
Alex stood over them, hands on his hips, surveying the wreckage.
It looked like a bomb had gone off. Chairs were askew. The table runner was pulled half-off. Silverware was scattered. And in the center of it all, the Vanderbilt dynasty lay in a tangled, sweaty heap.
Helena was draped over Vivienne’s back, her face buried in her cousin’s hair, one arm hanging limp. Vivienne was flattened beneath her, cheek pressed against the Persian rug, eyes glazed and staring at nothing.
They looked less like high-society power players and more like shipwreck survivors.
[DING!!]
The sound chimed clearly in Alex’s mind, cutting through the heavy, musk-filled silence of the dining room.
He didn’t flinch. He just watched the golden text shimmer into existence at the edge of his vision, illuminating the dim room with a spectral glow that only he could see.
[MISSION COMPLETED: THE MATRIARCH]
Objective: Seduce Vivienne Vanderbilt.
Status: SUCCESS
Rewards:
• 10,000 CP
• +5 to All Stats
[RELATIONSHIP STATUS UPDATE]
TARGET: VIVIENNE VANDERBILT
Status: CONQUERED
Dependency: 78%
TARGET: HELENA VANDERBILT
Status: CLAIMED
Dependency: 74%
Alex scanned the numbers with a detached sense of satisfaction.
Seventy-eight percent.
In one night, he had taken the untouchable Iron Lady of the East Coast and turned her into a woman who was nearly eighty percent dependent on his existence. She wasn’t just attracted to him; she was chemically, emotionally addicted.
And Helena wasn’t far behind.
The text shifted, pulsing with a rhythmic light as a final prompt appeared at the bottom of the display.
[CLAIM REWARDS NOW?]
[YES] / [NO]
Alex looked at the blinking options.
Ten thousand CP. Enough to buy another major upgrade. Stat points that would push his physical capabilities even further. It was tempting to take the power boost right here, standing over his conquests.
But he looked down at the floor. At the two women who were currently wrecked because of him. At the mess he still needed to manage.
’Not yet,’ he decided. ’I want to savor this properly later.’
He dismissed the system with a mental flick, bringing his focus back to reality. The numbers were good, but the sight in front of him was far more interesting.
Alex laughed.
It was a low, dark sound that echoed off the high ceilings.
“That’s it?” he taunted, nudging Vivienne’s thigh with his toe. “The great Vivienne and Helena Vanderbilt… folded after one round?”
He shook his head, looking down at them with mock disappointment.
“I thought you two were tough. I thought you ran this city.”
No response.
Vivienne let out a soft, incoherent whimper, her fingers twitching uselessly against the carpet. Helena didn’t even move. They were catatonic. Blissed out. Completely fried by the sensory overload he’d just put them through.
“Pathetic,” Alex murmured, though a smirk played on his lips.
He glanced at his wrist, checking the time. Two hours. He’d been here for two hours, and in that time, he had completely dismantled the hierarchy of this house.
His gaze drifted to the side, catching a glint of dark glass near the table leg.
The wine bottle.
The vintage 1998 Margaux. It was lying on its side, miraculously unbroken, forgotten in the chaos.
“Such a good wine, lying on the floor,” Alex murmured.
He bent down, scooping it up. The glass was cool against his palm. He wasn’t a sommelier… he barely drank… but he knew enough to know this bottle cost more than most people’s annual rent.
He pulled the cork and lifted the bottle to his lips. No glass. He wasn’t in the mood for manners.
He took a long swig.
Dark. Rich. Heavy. It tasted like money and excess.
“Not bad,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He set the bottle down on the table, then looked back at the women. He couldn’t just leave them there like discarded laundry.
He set his jaw. Time to move.
He leaned down, sliding his left arm under Vivienne’s waist and his right under Helena’s.
With a grunt of exertion that was purely theatrical… his enhanced strength made the combined weight of two women feel like nothing… he hoisted them both into the air.
He held them easily, one in each arm, their bodies folding over his broad shoulders like sacks of grain.
The sudden elevation stirred them.
“Mmm?” Helena murmured groggily, her head lolling against his neck.
Vivienne blinked, her lashes fluttering as the world tilted. She found herself pressed against his other shoulder, her face inches from his chest.
They weren’t being dragged. They were being carried. Like brides. Like prizes.
Vivienne’s eyes met Helena’s across Alex’s chest.
The fog in their eyes cleared, just for a second. They saw the ease with which he handled them. The casual, terrifying strength of the man who held the two most powerful women in the family as if they weighed nothing.
A spark lit up in their gaze.
It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t shame.
It was a thrill.
Vivienne’s lips curved into a small, mysterious smile. She looked at Helena. Helena looked back, her own sleepy grin widening.
They didn’t speak a word that Alex could hear clearly… just a soft, shared exhale, a silent communication forged in the fires of the last two hours.
He thinks he’s finished, the look seemed to say.
He has no idea.
They wrapped their arms around his neck, interlocking their fingers behind his head for support, and nestled their faces into the crook of his neck, feigning exhaustion.
“Bedroom?” Alex asked, walking toward the doorway.
“Upstairs,” Vivienne whispered against his skin, her voice husky. “Second door on the right.”
Alex carried them out of the dining room, his bare feet silent on the marble stairs. He walked with a steady, rhythmic gait, the scent of sex and expensive perfume filling his nose.
He kicked the bedroom door open and walked to the massive king-sized bed.
“Alright,” he grunted. “End of the line.”
He lowered them gently, letting them slide from his grip onto the high-thread-count sheets. They landed softly, sprawling out on the mattress like boneless dolls.
Alex straightened, stretching his back.
“Rest up,” he said, turning to step back. “You look like you need… ”
He never finished the sentence.
Movement flashed in his periphery.
Before he could react, two pairs of hands shot out.
Vivienne grabbed his wrist. Helena grabbed his waist.
“What the… ?”
They yanked.
Alex stumbled forward, caught off balance, and fell onto the bed. Before he could right himself, they were on him.
It was an ambush. A coordinated, desperate, hungry attack.
“You are underestimating us, Mr. Hale,”
Helena purred, crawling up his body like a cat.
“You really think the Vanderbilts break that easily?” Vivienne whispered, her voice dripping with a dark, renewed hunger.
They pinned him down.
One moment they were dead to the world, and the next, they were predators.
Helena captured his mouth. She kissed him aggressively, her tongue invading, biting at his lower lip with a fervor that bordered on violence.
Vivienne straddled his hips.
She sat tall, her naked body gleaming in the dim light, looking down at him like a queen reclaiming her throne. She leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck, his collarbone, dragging her tongue down the center of his chest.
“Such a fine man…” Vivienne murmured, her hands roaming over his pectorals, squeezing the hard muscle. “You’re built like a god, Alex.”
She traced the definition of his abs, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving white trails that faded instantly. She moved to his biceps, marveling at the density of the muscle that had just carried them both with such ease.
“So strong,” she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. “So capable.”
She slid lower.
Her hips ground down.
Alex hissed as he felt the wet, hot contact.
Vivienne’s pussy… still soaked, still swollen from his abuse… slid directly onto his erection. She didn’t take him in yet. She just rubbed against him, the friction electric, her slickness coating his shaft.
His cock twitched, responding instantly, standing proud and hard against her belly.
Vivienne looked up, locking eyes with him as Helena broke the kiss to watch.
They both smiled. Dark. Voracious. Insatiable.
”We’re not done with you yet, Sir,” Vivienne whispered, her hips grinding a slow, wet circle against him.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her voice dropping to a husky, conspiratorial purr.
”You started a fire,” she murmured, her hand sliding down to wrap around his throbbing base. “You don’t get to walk away while it’s still burning.”
Helena giggled… a dark, delirious sound against his neck… and bit him, hard.
”Round two,” Helena promised.
And before Alex could even think about resisting, they dragged him down into the sheets, not as victims, but as insatiable, beautiful monsters who had finally found a meal that could satisfy them.