Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 122: Hellen Wants Me to Do What?! (Slight R18)

"I think the press conference was a hit," I said, slumping back in the passenger seat, erald eyes still buzzing from the adrenaline high, raven waves loosening from their updo as the city blurred past the tinted windows.

"It was, Emily," Hellen replied, her ice-blue gaze flicking from the road, lips curving satisfied, honey-citrus pheromones thickening the car’s cabin with possessive warmth.

"Thank you for answering the awkward questions for , Hellen," I murmured genuine, cheeks flushing faint under the dashboard glow. "Lily bombshell, suppressants—you shielded perfectly."

She was driving us back ho, her strong hands steady on the wheel, tailored blazer discarded on the backseat. "Shouldn’t you reward ? I’ve done good for you today—shredded your haters, buried Viktor."

I bit my full lip, heart stuttering wild. "I don’t want to reward you!"

"I’ll take it then." With a low, throaty growl rumbling from her chest, she swerved the car to the roadside—tires crunching gravel as she killed the engine, streetlights casting golden halos through the tinted windows, shadows dancing intimate.

Her alpha presence flooded the space like a tidal wave, honey-citrus edged sharp and commanding, drowning my protests in slick oga haze.

Before I could squeak protest, Hellen’s large hand shot to the back of my head—fingers threading firm into my raven waves, cradling my skull possessive as she yanked across the console, blazer sleeves rolled to expose toned forearms.

Her mouth crashed onto mine, hot and devouring—full lips parting mine with ruthless precision, tongue plunging deep to claim every hidden inch, mint and victory exploding on my tastebuds.

I gasped sharp into her, oga instincts igniting slick heat low between my limp thighs—her tongue stroked mine slow then fierce, tangling possessive, sucking my gasps, teeth nipping my plump lower lip sharp enough to sting before soothing with velvet laps, drawing a whimper unbidden.

Her grip tightened unyielding, locs brushing my forehead soft as she devoured deeper, growling low and primal against my mouth—breath mingling ragged hot, my breasts pressing to her armrest, nipples pebbling traitorously against my blouse, aching for friction.

She kissed like she fought: unyielding, thorough, filthy—unraveling thread by silken thread until I lted whimpering into her dominance, hands clutching her shirt feeble, the world narrowing to her pheromones, her taste, her claim.

"Emily," she husked finally, pulling back just enough to ghost lips over mine, ice-blue eyes dark with hunger, thumb tracing my swollen lips slick with our spit. "Would you want to do sothing for ?"

"You have t-taken... your reward," I panted, voice wrecked, erald eyes glazed and pleading despite myself, body thrumming betrayed.

She lifted effortlessly from the passenger seat onto her lap, strong arms cording under my thighs and back like I weighed nothing—my limp legs splaying useless across her, skirt hiking up milky thighs as her fingers hooked my pants’ waistband, tugging them down swift with my red cotton panties in one ruthless pull.

Cool air kissed my exposed slick folds, oga heat blooming shaful under her stare.

"Princess," she husked low, voice gravel-rough with command, one hand splaying possessive over my bare hip, thumb circling the dip bone. "Finger yourself for . Show how wet you are from that kiss."

I blushed like a tomato, cheeks incinerating crimson, erald eyes widening in mortified shock as I clamped shaky hands over my heaving breasts, instinctively trying to twist away despite my dead-weight legs.

"I-I c-can’t!"

"H-Hellen, no! Not here—in the car? Soone could see! My legs don’t even work, I-I can’t... it’s embarrassing!"

Her lips curved wolfish, unyielding, free hand capturing my wrist in an iron grip—guiding my trembling fingers relentlessly downward to my dripping core, parting my slick, swollen folds with my own touch as cool air teased my exposed clit.

"Embarrassing? You’re soaked already, oga. Soaked for . No one sees through these tints. Do it—spread those pretty folds wide, fuck yourself slow. Reward properly."

"N-no, please!" I whimpered, voice pitching high and desperate, full lips quivering as fresh slick shafully oozed down my inner thighs, coating my limp legs in glossy betrayal—my body clenching hungry around nothing. "I’m not... not so toy! What if Reyes calls? Or Ivory tracks the car? This is too much—too filthy! I-I’ll do it later, at ho, I promise—just not here!"

"Filthy’s exactly what I want," she growled deep, nipping my earlobe sharp enough to draw a gasp, hot breath fanning my neck as she forced my fingertips to brush my throbbing clit—electric jolts stabbing wicked through my core.

"This is..."

"No promises, princess. Now. One finger first—slide it inside, curl it deep like I taught you. Moan my na when you do, loud enough I feel it."

"Hellen... st-stop, I can’t think!" I gasped, humiliated tears pricking my erald eyes, spilling hot down flushed cheeks—yet my oga instincts purred traitorous, hips twitching instinctive as her dominance shattered my protests.

My fingers hovered trembling at my entrance, world shrinking to her command, her honey-citrus scent drowning .

"Do it, Emily," she husked, voice velvet command, free hand kneading my bare hip bruising, thumb dipping to sar my slick higher. "In. Now."

A broken sob escaped as obedience won—my middle finger plunged slow into my clenching heat, soft walls sucking greedy around the intrusion, slick squelching audible in the confined car.

"H-Hellen!" I moaned her na sharp, voice wrecked and needy, back arching off her lap as I curled it deep—nails grazing that spongy ridge inside, pleasure spiking white-hot.

"Good girl," she praised throaty, locs tickling my temple as she watched ravenous, ice-blue eyes devouring every twitch. "Add another—fuck yourself faster, princess. Rub that clit with your thumb."

Whimpering helpless, I obeyed—second finger thrusting alongside, stretching my pussy fuller, walls fluttering frantic as I pumped slick and deep, thumb circling my swollen clit in ssy swirls.

Moans spilled filthy now— "Hellen... oh god, Hellen!"—hips rolling faint into my hand, breasts heaving wild under my blouse, nipples scraping achingly hard. The wet schlick-schlick filled the car, my limp thighs quaking useless, slick dripping down her slacks in obscene puddles.

"Look at you," she growled, pinching my chin to force my glazed gaze to hers, free hand shoving my blouse up to palm a heavy breast—thumb rolling the dusky nipple ruthless. "Cumming for already? Soak my lap, oga—cum."

The command snapped —fingers curling vicious against my g-spot, thumb grinding my clit relentless, her na a chant— "Hellen! Hellen, please!"—until ecstasy crashed brutal.

I shattered screaming her na— "HELLEN!"—pussy convulsing wild around my fingers, hot slick gushing in rhythmic squirts, drenching her thighs, my convulsing walls milking nothing as stars burst behind my eyes.

Waves wracked boneless, tears streaming, oga purrs vibrating deep—utterly claid, undone in her arms as aftershocks twitched my spent core.

She humd satisfied, licking my tear-streaked cheek slow. "That’s my princess."