"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?"
