10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 49- What a Bad Luck

The moment her full weight tugged on the fabric, her arms straining and her breasts pressing tightly against the silk, she squealed—not out of fear, but at the terrifying mental image of Cruxius ruthlessly killing the guards when he found the empty bed. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

’No, don’t be sympathetic. I need to think about myself first.’ Thalia calmed her racing mind, focusing on her aching hands, given the wind outside was getting colder and wrapping intimately around her exposed curves.

Hand over hand, she lowered her suspended body, her core tightening as she whispered curses in her heart with each knot passed.

’Academy can be dangerous; I need to first escape to some other city and let Cruxius fall for some other woman’s body and lose interest in me.’ While moving, she planned to lay low until Cruxius’s insatiable lust found a new target.

Given his immense wealth and power, no matter where she escaped, the possibility of her being dragged back into his bed was high. Even the Academy was not safe if he were to use his dark influence.

"How can someone be so disgusting? Can’t you just leave me alone, you perverted, arrogant man?"

A sharp snap.

She froze. Her heart hammered against her ribs. One knot gave a little.

"...I take it back! He is amazing! Kind! Sexy! A man any woman would cry for! Please God, I don’t want to die!"

Another loud creak.

SCRRCHH

’No, No, NO!’ Thalia’s emerald eyes widened in sheer terror. She had covered two portions of the three and was just a few meters above the ground. But the expensive curtains finally gave way. They hadn’t budged when she tried to tear them from their rods, but now, holding her weight, they shredded. Her hands flailed, grasping at empty air as she plummeted, tightly shutting her eyes, already bracing for the agonizing crunch of broken bones.

Swish

"If crashing into my arms was your idea of foreplay, I’ve got to say... I’m very turned on."

’!?’

’....No.’ Even though her delicate body didn’t meet the rough concrete or any blinding pain, she felt herself weightless, caught effortlessly against a wall of hard, warm muscle. Two impossibly firm arms were holding her securely in a romantic princess carry.

Yet even before that dark, velvet voice could officially tell her that she had fallen right back into the hands of the most perverted man in the universe, she already felt his large, calloused fingers heavily groping her butt. His possessive grip squeezed her soft flesh right through her thin skirt—yeah, it was definitely Cruxius.

"Let me down, now," her eyes snapped open, emerald irises glaring up at him as she firmly declared in a bold, breathless tone, her chest heaving right against his.

Cruxius just smiled. The pale moonlight framed his sharp jawline like some kind of smug Greek god cosplaying as a billionaire villain. "Going somewhere, princess?"

Thalia stared, stunned, her soft limbs still draped helplessly in his massive arms like a bridal carry she absolutely did not sign up for.

"....I was hungry," Thalia tried to lie, glancing away, only to find Darithi standing nearby. The bodyguard was staring completely at the floor, not even looking at them, as if thunderstruck by some heavy shock.

’So, he even forced her too—’ Thalia instantly realized, her mind racing to the only logical conclusion for the bodyguard’s vacant, flushed expression. Cruxius must have just shown his relentlessly perverted side to that woman as well.

"I always catch what’s mine." Cruxius, seeing Thalia distracted, leaned down, lazily rubbing his straight nose against her soft cheek. His voice was a intoxicating mix of velvet, sin, and sheer smugness. "But I gotta admit, using the hotel’s finest silk curtains for an escape? Bold choice. Should I charge the damage to your room, or just spank these for your bad behavior?"

"You egotistical—psychotic—man-child—" Thalia’s voice hitched sharply into a gasp as she felt him actively molding her rear where his large hand supported her weight, shamelessly kneading her plush curves like soft dough.

"Oh no, no," he interrupted, grinning wickedly as he began walking confidently toward the bright entrance of the hotel. He clearly savored the softness beneath his hand, his hot palm rubbing and his long fingers deeply clenching the yielding flesh hidden behind her torn floral skirt. "Don’t stop now. Your angry curses turn me on."

She looked away, fuming, her jaw clenched tight. Her face flushed a violent, humiliating crimson against her will the moment she noticed several well-dressed guests and staff looking in her direction, whispering among themselves. "Put me down, you shameless pervert."

"Gladly," he purred. And then he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive shell of her ear, "But next time, let me tie the knots. I’m very, very good with ropes... especially when it comes to tying beautiful women to my bed."

A shiver racked her spine and she slapped his shoulder—but he casually dodged the weak strike even at point-blank range.

He just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound against her chest.

"Thalia, save your energy....Once we finish our bath, you’re gonna want all the sleep you can get." Cruxius stared down at her with a dark, promising smirk, giving a lazy, flirty gaze to the stunned onlookers watching them.

Clearly, every eye in the lobby was pointed toward Thalia’s exposed, dangling legs. She was mortified, her embarrassment fiercely evident from the sudden, scorching rise in her body temperature.

The deep flush near her ears and cheeks intensified as she tried to clench her fists in his shirt fabric. This was definitely the first time she had been entirely at a man’s mercy, so physically vulnerable and exposed in front of so many people.

"Bath my ass... just put me down now," Thalia mumbled, burying her burning face into the crook of his broad shoulder. She heard the faint click of cameras around her, mostly from the phones of gossiping individuals. She knew that if she were captured in the arms of the sole heir of the Blac family, everyone would recognize her, making it utterly impossible to hide from him anywhere in the city.

"Fine then," he whispered darkly, his fingers giving her ass one final, possessive squeeze. "Let’s bathe your ass first."

’!’

"Someone help me!" And there she finally snapped into survival mode, violently squirming against his hard chest, thinking she could use this public moment to declare this man a kidnapper after listening to his wicked intentions.

But, bad luck—they had already stepped seamlessly through the hotel’s luxurious main doors, and the heavy, soundproof glass slid shut behind them, sealing her fate completely.