10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 96 - Marinating her for long Session

She whimpered loudly, a sharp, surprised gasp escaping her lips. The sudden chill caused the exposed nipple to tighten even more painfully, the rough friction from the displaced lace bra driving her completely crazy.

Her head rolled back on her neck, her mouth falling open as she panted out foggy, erratic breaths. But he didn’t give her a single moment to recover.

Cruxius yanked her forcefully back against him.

Their bodies slammed together with a heavy thud. Her bare, flushed tits squashed completely flat against his clothed chest. Her stiff, incredibly sensitive nipples dragged roughly across the heavy fabric of his dress shirt, sending actual bolts of lightning straight down to her clit.

He reached one large hand down, gripping her soft hip tightly to hold her in place. With his other hand, he deliberately pressed his thick thumb right between her plush ass cheeks—pressing firmly against her completely untouched, hidden back hole. He pressed it exactly like a button.

She jolted violently.

"Ahh... haah!" she cried out loudly. Her round ass jerked instinctively as his thumb began to slowly, torturously circle her tiny, tightly puckered asshole right through the soaked silk of her panties. The fabric sank inward just enough to make her squirm in absolute agony, her traitorous body betraying her yet again.

Her soaking pussy clenched around empty air, her thick juices actively dripping down her pale inner thighs. Her legs trembled so violently she could barely hold herself upright.

She was a completely sloppy, desperately horny mess—her heavy tits bouncing with every ragged breath, her cunt aching fiercely, her swollen clit throbbing so hard it physically hurt.

"P-please..." she begged him again, her voice cracking pathetically. She buried her flushed face deep into his neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin like she genuinely needed his taste just to survive the night.

"Mmmh..." she moaned directly into his skin. Her bare, hard nipples dragged over his chest once again as her hips moved with absolutely no control, grinding harder and faster against his thigh, desperately chasing the edge of a climax she couldn’t reach.

"Aaah! Ohh... Hngh!" she cried out, shamelessly humping his leg like a dog in heat, her remaining dignity entirely gone. Her body was on absolute fire, her empty pussy clenching rhythmically like it already had his thick cock buried deep inside and was terrified to let it go.

Cruxius finally smirked, a dark, victorious curve of his lips.

He could feel her completely coming apart under his hands, piece by beautiful piece—but he wasn’t about to rush this masterpiece.

He knew all too well that once the sun rose, logically, he would be viewed as an assaulter who took brutal advantage of a woman in a clearly drugged, compromised state. It was a complication he might have to handle tomorrow. But tonight, he needed to lay the visual groundwork to maintain the illusion of the reluctant, gentlemanly victim.

So he deliberately took his sweet time, pushing her mind and body right to the very edge of sanity, and ruthlessly holding her there.

"You asked me if I hate you, didn’t you?" Cruxius suddenly grabbed her slender wrist. His long fingers tightened just enough to make her gasp in surprise, forcefully pulling her back to make her sit up and separate from his chest.

"Wh-what..." Her teary, glazed eyes looked down at him in total confusion. She couldn’t understand why he was suddenly pushing her away when she needed him so desperately.

Without breaking eye contact, he dragged her trembling hand flat against his chest, pressing her palm hard against the center of his pectorals—right directly over his heart.

His expensive shirt was damp from the intense heat of her body. His muscular chest felt like carved marble beneath her small palm, firm and completely unmoving.

"Listen to my heartbeat," he commanded, his voice low, dark, and utterly demanding.

Seleyena stared down at him, her soft body still grinding subtly against his thigh in tiny, involuntary twitches. Her breath hitched. She tried to focus—waited anxiously for the heavy thud against her palm—but after a long second, her delicate brow furrowed. She whispered, her voice thick with drug-addled confusion, "I... I don’t hear anything." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"....."

His dark smirk sharpened instantly into something truly sinister.

Without another word, he released her wrist and suddenly grabbed her exposed, bare tit. He grabbed it like he fucking owned it—rough, incredibly greedy. His large palm completely swallowed the soft, pale flesh, his long fingers digging deep into the swell until she yelped in shock.

"IEEEK—!?"

He didn’t give her a second to breathe.

He brutally twisted her stiff nipple—slow, cruel, and undeniably mean—rolling the hard bud forcefully between his thumb and forefinger like he actively wanted to make her scream. Her entire body jolted violently. The sensitive bud pulsed painfully under his unforgiving grip, and she cried out, the sound raw, loud, and utterly filthy.

"Ahngg!" she wailed loudly. Her plush hips bucked upward on instinct, her spine arching severely from the savage, overwhelming mixture of sharp pain and blinding heat.

Cruxius suddenly lunged forward.

She barely had a fraction of a second to gasp before he tackled her backward.

Thump!

Her bare back hit the cold hospital floor hard, the sudden shock knocking the breath completely out of her lungs in a sharp hitch.

In a terrifyingly swift blur of motion, her bare legs were thrown roughly over his broad shoulders. Her knees were bent high, her pale thighs shaking violently in the cool air. He was now securely seated right between her spread legs, his knees firmly planted on the floor, his heavy weight pinning her hips securely down.

She was completely folded in half—her knees practically kissing her own heavy tits. Her black skirt was bunched up entirely around her waist. Her soaked, ruined silk panties were stretched impossibly tight around her swollen, wet pussy lips.

Her wide, glassy eyes stared up at him from the floor, utterly stunned and trembling violently. Her chest heaved, her exposed breasts bouncing slightly from the lingering force of the fall. One nipple was still painfully hard and flushed red from his earlier, cruel torment.

His large hands firmly clasped both sides of her flushed face, aligning her gaze perfectly with his. His body weight kept her locked securely in that humiliating position—just enough for the angle to feel incredibly obscene. Her soaking cunt was exposed fully to the air, dripping heavy slick, violently throbbing. Her engorged clit was clearly peeking out from the puffy, wet mess like it was begging him for mercy.

He leaned down, agonizingly close—so fucking close their lips were just a breath apart.

She could feel his breath—hot, heavy, and thick with restrained want—fanning over her trembling mouth.

Her body was burning up. Her soft ass was lifted slightly off the cold floor, her cunt tilted upward, completely helpless and on display. Her thick, musky pussy juices were actively slicking down her pale inner thighs as she panted raggedly up at him.

Cruxius smirked, his dark eyes locked intensely on hers. With that same velvet, terrifying menace dripping from his voice, he whispered—

"You didn’t hear anything?" he growled, the words a low, dangerous threat as his hand reached down and gave her flushed nipple another slow, punishing twist. She jerked violently under him, a loud cry bursting out of her throat. Her body twitched uncontrollably beneath his weight.

"Ahngg!"