Rex felt the desperate pressure of her hand against his crotch, but instead of pulling her closer or unzipping his trousers, he leaned back just enough to create a torturous sliver of space between them. He watched her face, savoring the way her eyes were glazed with a mix of holy terror and carnal desperation.
He wanted her to suffer a little more; he wanted her to feel the weight of every sin he had just whispered into her ear.
"Are you sure, Alia?" he teased, his voice dripping with a cruel, mocking sweetness.
He gestured vaguely toward the door, toward the room where her son was. "Are you really sure you want to be stroking a man’s—who’s also your son’s friend—cock like a desperate whore while Apollo is just a few feet away?"
"He’s out there, you know... probably holding Mireya’s hand, thinking his mother is a saint, while you’re in here, practically vibrating with the need to be filled by a man who just insulted his entire existence." Rex grinned.
’Oh my goddess... I forgot that Rex is this kind of person... he loves edging ...’ Alia thought. ’I really need to be used to it because... oh goddess... it keeps making my pussy dripping...’
He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek, his scent overwhelming her. "Think about the scandal... The High Priestess, caught red-handed, her hands wrapped around the very thing that’s making her forget her goddess of life."
"It would be a beautiful fall from grace, wouldn’t it?"
Alia felt a cold sweat break out on her brow. The ntal image was a nightmare of sacrilege: her son’s innocent face juxtaposed with her own depraved hands.
But the more she thought about the danger, the more her clitoris throbbed, the more her body demanded the very thing her mind feared. The risk wasn’t a deterrent; it was the fuel.
"My room..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers tightening around his massive, heavy bulge as if she were afraid he would vanish. "Rex, please... let’s go to my room..."
"We can lock the door. We can... we can hide there."
Rex let out a short, dry laugh that sent a shiver down her spine. He didn’t move an inch toward the door.
Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even more firmly against his powerful thigh.
"My room? That sounds far too easy, Alia," he murmured, his eyes dancing with mischief and malice. "It’s a bit cliché, don’t you think?"
"A little too safe for a woman as ’devoted’ as you..."
"Honestly, the idea of moving is getting a bit boring, and I think I prefer it right here... in this chair... in this room..."
"With the whole world, your husband, your son, your goddess are just on the other side of that door," Rex laughed. "Well, of course, your husband is not near... but technically... he’s outside... the sa as that fraud goddess of life."
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, wicked whisper.
"Unless... you want to play a real ga?"
"We stay here... We do everything right here in the open... And if soone walks in?"
"If Apollo or Cassius opens that door and finds the High Priestess of Life kneeling between my legs, begging for my cock? Well..." He grinned, a predatory, beautiful expression. "That would be funny as fuck, wouldn’t it?"
"The look on their faces when they realize their ’saint’ is nothing but a slut for ."
The suggestion hung in the air like a thick, intoxicating incense, blurring the lines between divinity and depravity. Alia’s mind, usually a fortress of logic and theological precision, was completely besieged.
The thought of being caught the sheer, unmitigated scandal of it should have sent her fleeing to her knees in prayer. Instead, it acted like a stimulant, driving her blood to her loins and making her heart race with a terrifying, delicious adrenaline.
She looked at the door, then back at Rex’s dark, mocking eyes. The risk was astronomical.
If she was caught, her reputation, her position, her very life as a priestess would be shattered. But the thought of the sensation the thrill of his massive, heavy cock being thrust into her while her son was re feet away was a temptation too potent to resist.
She was no longer a High Priestess; she was a woman possessed by a singular, carnal madness.
’Let them co,’ a dark, traitorous part of her soul whispered. ’Let them see the truth of .’
"Here?" she breathed, her voice barely a ghost of a sound, her eyes wide and searching his. "Right here, in the sitting room? With... with everyone so close?"
"Right here," Rex confird, his voice a low, steady vibration of pure confidence.
He didn’t doubt her for a second. He knew he had already broken her.
Alia swallowed hard, her hand still desperately clutching the massive, uncomfortable bulge in his trousers. She leaned in, her forehead almost touching his, her eyes pleading.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice cracking with a mixture of terror and lust. "But... but you must be careful, Rex..."
"You must be quiet... If we do this here, you can’t be loud."
"You can’t make a sound that carries through the walls..."
"We have to be silent... we have to be so, so quiet so they don’t hear us..."
Rex let out a low, guttural chuckle that vibrated through her very bones. He reached up, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb tracing her lower lip with a mocking tenderness.
He knew her. He knew the way her body worked, the way her pleasure was always a violent, overwhelming thing.
"Quiet?" he repeated, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her earlobe one last ti, his voice a dark promise. "You’re asking to be quiet, Alia?"
"You’re the one who’s going to be screaming."
"You’re the one whose moans are going to ring through this entire house, and you think you can keep it in?" Rex laughed. "You think you can take and not let out a single, desperate cry of how good it feels to finally be filled?"
He pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Don’t worry about , you little slut..."
" I’ll be as quiet as a grave. But you?"
"Oh boy... You’re going to be loud as fuck..."
"You’re going to be so fucking loud that Apollo will think the gods themselves are descending into this room to claim you."
Rex didn’t wait for her to respond to his mockery. He reached out, his large, tanned hand moving with sudden, commanding intent to grip her chin.
His fingers dug slightly into her soft skin, forcing her head back just enough to expose the elegant line of her throat before he surged forward to claim her mouth.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a conquest. He invaded her lips with a brutal, hungry intensity, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to claim hers as his own.
He tasted of masculinity and dominance, and Alia felt her knees go weak as he began a deep, heated French kiss that seed to suck the very breath from her lungs.
’Oh, gods...’ Alia thought, her head spinning as her senses were completely overwheld. ’He’s taking everything...’
’He’s not even asking anymore; he’s just taking...’
’His tongue is so thick, so warm... it feels like he’s trying to reach deep inside my very soul...’
’I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to... I just want to drown in him.’
She didn’t fight him; she surrendered completely. Her hands, which had been clutching his crotch, moved up to his muscular shoulders, pulling him closer as if she could rge her body with his.
She t his tongue with her own, her mouth becoming a playground of wet, desperate friction. The sound of their kiss filled the quiet room: the rhythmic, sloppy slurping and the wet, heavy sounds of their mouths clashing in a frantic dance of saliva and desire.
"Slurrppp... mrrrgghhh... bleerrggghhh..."
’The noise...’ she panicked montarily, her eyes fluttering open for a second to see the shadows of the room. ’It sounds so filthy...’
’If Apollo hears these wet, slurping sounds... if he hears how much we’re salivating over each other... he’ll know... He’ll know his mother is nothing but a starving animal.’
But the panic only served to heighten her arousal. Every wet smack of their lips felt like a sacrilege, and she found herself leaning into the filth, her tongue dancing wildly with his.
As the kiss deepened, Rex’s hand wandered. He slid his palm down from her waist, his fingers grazing the expensive fabric of her priestess robes before finding the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh.
He began to caress her there, his touch firm and possessive, slowly inching his way upward toward the heat of her crotch.
’Yes... please, more,’ she pleaded silently, her eyes rolling back in her head as his hand moved. ’Claim ...’
’Don’t just kiss , Rex... Break the priestess... Break the mother... Break everything until there is nothing left of Alia but the woman who belongs to you...’
’His hand is so large... so warm... it feels like he’s marking his territory, carving his na into my very flesh.’
"Mrrrppphhhh... bleeehhhh..."
She let out a muffled, needy moan against his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated want, as the conquering of her body truly began.
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