The taste of his release was still fresh on her lips as Helen slowly rose from the hardwood floor, her breathing heavy and erratic. The initial rush of oral pleasure hadn’t quenched her thirst; it had only made her more desperate for the real thing.

Without a word of hesitation, she turned around and bent over the mahogany cabinet, arching her spine to press her chest flat against the wood. She reached back with both hands, aggressively pulling her butt cheeks wide apart to expose her tight, puckered anus and her dripping, swollen vagina, which was already glistening with a thick layer of her own arousal.

"Fuck me, Alexander" said Helen, her voice a raw, breathless whimper as she cast a frantic glance over her shoulder at his massive frame. "Please. I need it so badly."

Alexander didn’t need to be told twice. The primal sight of his aunt exposed and being destroyed the last of his restraint. He stepped forward, his heavy boots anchoring him to the floor as he gripped his hips with iron hands, aligning his thick, rigid length with his drenched opening.

With one heavy, merciless lunge of his hips, he buried himself inside her, driving all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Ah! Oh god!" screamed Helen, her voice muffled against the wooden surface of the cabinet as the sudden, massive fullness stretched her tight walls to their absolute limit.

Alexander didn’t give her time to adjust. He established a brutal, rhythmic pace, hammering his pelvis against her bare ass with a raw, uncensored ferocity. The loud, wet slapping of their skin echoed through the quiet corridor, mixed with Helen’s continuous, desperate whimpers of pleasure as he ruthlessly claimed her from behind.

"You’re so damn tight, Helen," said Alexander, a low, gravelly growl tearing from his throat as he dragged his fingers bruisingly across her hips, pulling her back against his relentless thrusts.

They were consumed by the heat of the moment, the dangerous thrill of the hallway adding fuel to the fire, when the sudden, rhythmic thud of a silver-headed cane echoing from the grand staircase shattered the atmosphere.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Alexander? Helen?" asked Rachel, her sharp, demanding voice cutting through the heavy silence of the lower landing as her slow footsteps began drawing closer to the top floor. "Has Amy woken up yet?"

The sudden sound of the cane sent a violent jolt of adrenaline straight through them. Alexander instantly cut his movement short, gripping Helen’s waist to smoothly pull his wet length out of her with a quiet, fleshy pop.

They scrambled in a flash. Helen desperately pulled her clothes down, smoothing out her skirt with trembling hands while Alexander quickly tucked himself away, zipping up his trousers and grabbing his porcelain coffee mug off the cabinet just as Rachel’s silhouette appeared at the end of the long corridor.

Rachel stopped walking, her sharp, judgmental eyes narrowing instantly as she took in the scene. Her gaze darted between the two of them, locking onto their flushed faces and the heavy, erratic rise and fall of their chests.

"Has Amy woken up yet?" asked Rachel, her voice dripping with suspicion as she leaned heavily on her silver-headed cane, her knuckles tightening.

"No, Mother" said Helen, her voice shaking slightly before she quickly cleared her throat, forcing a calm smile onto her face. "Everything is exactly the same. She’s still exhausted and sleeping. We were just... discussing how to handle her recovery."

Rachel stared at them in a suffocating silence, her piercing eyes scanning the hallway as if she could smell the thick scent of sex lingering in the air. She clearly didn’t buy the excuse, but with no concrete proof, she simply gave a cold, dismissive click of her tongue.

"Keep me informed" said Rachel, turning her rigid frame around and heading back toward the grand staircase, the rhythmic thud of her cane slowly fading away into the distance.

The moment the sound died down, Helen let out a massive, breathy gasp of relief, slumping against the mahogany cabinet. Alexander let out a low, rough chuckle, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. Helen looked up at him, a nervous but giddy laugh escaping her lips as the sheer thrill of almost getting caught washed over them.

The laughter slowly subsided, leaving a heavy, grounded silence between them as Helen’s expression softened into something exhausted and melancholic.

"Being in this house is absolutely horrible, Alexander" said Helen, her voice dropping to a fragile, bitter whisper as she looked down at the floor. "After everything that has happened, the last thing I wanted was to be back under my mother’s roof. But... everything is over with my husband. He kicked us out. He literally threw us to the streets."

Alexander’s posture hardened instantly, a sudden, dark fury flashing across his piercing eyes as his grip tightened around his coffee mug until his knuckles turned white.

"What if I get an apartment?" asked Alexander, his deep voice cutting through the quiet hallway with an intense, protective edge as he stepped closer to her. "Would you move in with me?"

Helen’s eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat as she stared up at his massive frame in utter shock.

"With... with you?" asked Helen, her voice a breathless, disbelieving whisper.

Alexander stepped even closer, his shadow enveloping her as he looked down with a fierce, possessive intensity.

"Of course with me" said Alexander, his deep voice carrying a heavy, unyielding weight. "At the end of the day, all of this was entirely my fault. If I hadn’t pushed things, your husband wouldn’t have kicked you out."

Helen instantly shook her head, reaching up to place a gentle hand against his broad chest, her eyes soft with desperate reassurance.

"No, it wasn’t your fault" said Helen, her voice a tender whisper as she tried to ease his guilt. "Your godmother gave me her business card anyway. Even if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I still would have ended up going to her. I would have ended up in this position regardless."

Alexander didn’t let her finish. He moved forward, his large hand wrapping around the back of her neck to cut her off with a deep, authoritative kiss that silenced her words. He tasted her mouth thoroughly before pulling back just an inch, his dark eyes burning into hers.

"Don’t say another word" said Alexander, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "I don’t ever want to think about the possibility of another man fucking you."