Chapter 527: 527. Forget All That Bullshit Topic! We’ll Get To The Real Hot Ones!

The air in the sitting room grew heavy, the academic discussion about lattice scoring and dimensional substrates acting as nothing more than a thin, fragile veil over the raw tension vibrating between them. Rex watched her carefully, noting the way her eyes lingered a fraction too long on his lips and the way her breathing hitched ever so slightly when he leaned in to point at a diagram.

He knew exactly what she was doing. She was hiding behind the sanctity of her position, using the "science" of the fragments to mask the primal hunger clawing at her insides.

Rex shifted his weight, moving with a predator’s grace. He leaned in closer, ostensibly to examine the notes on the table, but he didn’t stop until the heat from his muscular, tanned chest was practically radiating against her shoulder.

He leaned toward her ear, his breath hot and deliberate against her skin, and whispered in a low, gravelly tone that cut through her professional composure like a blade.

"You can keep talking about these fragments, Amelia... but we both know you didn’t invite me here just to discuss academic bullshit." Rex grinned. "You’re frustrated, aren’t you...?"

"You’re feeling longing for what we started, and you’re desperate because you know that the last time we fucked, you didn’t get the full release you craved..."

"You’re still carrying that emptiness inside you, aren’t you?"

Amelia flinched violently, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her throat as if he had physically struck her. The sheer bluntness of his words stripped her bare in an instant. Her mind raced, a chaotic storm of shame, religious devotion, and overwhelming lust.

’He knows... oh Goddess of Life, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me,’ she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. ’He’s reading my soul as if it were an open book, stripping away my dignity with just a few words.’

’And the worst part is... he’s right. Every inch of me is screaming for him to finish what he started, to fill that void he left behind.’

She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white, trying to maintain the mask of the High Priestess while her body betrayed her, her massive breasts heaving with the sudden, sharp intake of breath.

’He treats me like a tool to be used, a vessel to be broken, and yet all I want is to let him break me again.’

Rex didn’t pull away after his initial strike; instead, he pressed closer, his muscular shoulder grinding firmly against hers, forcing her to feel the hard, unyielding heat of his body. He could feel her trembling, and it only fueled his desire to dismantle her further.

He began to whisper again, but this time, the words were a relentless stream of filth, a calculated assault on her senses. "Sshhh..."

"Look at you, Amelia," he murmured, his voice a dark, velvety caress against her ear. "A High Priestess, a paragon of virtue, and yet here you are, soaking your silk panties just because a man whispered the truth to you."

"You’re such a fucking slut for this, aren’t you? Just a desperate, hungry bitch waiting for me to stretch you open and ruin you again."

Amelia’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft, pathetic whimper caught in her throat. She should have been offended; she should have pushed him away and reclaimed her dignity.

But the vulgarity of his words acted like an intoxicant, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. She loved it. She loved how he didn’t respect her title, how he saw through the priestess to the animal underneath.

But Rex wasn’t finished. He wanted to strip away the last of her comfort, to isolate her in her own depravity.

"And the best part?" he whispered, his tone shifting from pure lust to a mocking, venomous edge. "The best part is how close they are. Your husband, Cassius... he literally leaves you alone with me right now..."

"That pathetic, sanctimonious fool... He thinks he knows the new you, doesn’t he?"

"He thinks he’s a man because he holds a position in this house, but he’s nothing more than a slave to the goddess who doesn’t give a fuck about the real way of life."

"He’s a soft, weak little man who couldn’t even satisfy you properly..." Rex grinned. "He’s a ghost in your bed, while a real man is standing right here, making your knees shake."

He felt her shudder at the mention of her husband, and he leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing her lobe.

"And then there’s your son, Apollo," Rex continued, his voice dropping to a cruel, derisive sneer. "Sitting right outside that door with that girl..."

"A little boy playing at being a man, completely oblivious to the fact that his mother is in here, a high priestess of life, practically begging to be used like a common whore by the man sitting next to her."

"He’s a weak little shadow of a boy, Amelia... Just like his father... A lineage of men who will never truly possess you, because they don’t have the balls to take what they want the way a man should."

Amelia felt a wave of nauseating guilt wash over her at the insult to her son, but it was instantly drowned out by a surge of perverse excitement. The sacrilege of it, the sheer, brutal disrespect for her family and her faith, made her feel more alive, more seen, than she ever had in prayer.

’He’s being so cruel... he’s talking about my own blood like they’re nothing,’ she thought, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. ’And why does it make me want him even more?’

’Why does hearing him spit on my life make me want to crawl into his lap and let him destroy everything?’

Rex felt her resolve crumbling, and he decided to deliver the final, most poisonous blow to her sense of maternal sanctity. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick her earlobe with a slow, wet, and agonizingly deliberate stroke.

"Ahhhnnn..." The sensation sent a violent tremor through her entire frame, but the words that followed were even more devastating.

"And that little brat Apollo..." Rex hissed, his voice vibrating against her skin as he continued to lick and tease the sensitive flesh. "He thinks he’s so innocent, doesn’t he?"

"Sitting out there with Mireya, playing the part of the devoted son," Rex laughed. "But he’s just as clueless as your fucking husband, Amelia..."

"You know... I’ve been stealing from him, too..."

"I’ve been fucking that girl, Mireya, while you weren’t looking... while he thought I was too busy acting like someone reliable to notice..."

"He’s just as much of a little animal as you are, only he lacks the grace to hide it."

Amelia felt as though the floor had dropped out from beneath her. The thought of her son, her precious Apollo, not knowing that Rex was defiling the sanctity of their home and Mireya while doing it so brazenly sent a shock of pure, unadulterated scandal through her.

It was a mental violation so profound that it bypassed her morality and went straight to her primal instincts. The world felt dizzy, the lines between mother, priestess, and slut blurring into a single, chaotic mess of sensation.

Driven by a desperate, almost frantic need to ground herself, to touch something real amidst the whirlwind of filth, her hand drifted downward. Her fingers, trembling and slick with the sweat of her own arousal, reached out and tentatively caressed the heavy, muscular bulge stretching the fabric of Rex’s trousers. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The moment her palm made contact with the massive, rock-hard heat of his crotch, Rex let out a low, dark chuckle. But he didn’t reward her with softness.

Instead, he suddenly lunged forward and bit her earlobe hard.

"Ahnn!" Amelia let out a muffled cry of surprise and pain, her body arching toward him.

"You don’t get to touch me just because you feel like it, Amelia," Rex growled, his teeth still grazing the tender skin of her ear. "You didn’t ask, and most importantly... you didn’t beg for it..."

"You just reached out like a common beggar," Rex laughed. "A woman in your position should know how to ask for what she wants."

The sting of the bite, combined with the sheer dominance of his command, pushed her over the edge. The shame was gone, replaced by a singular, driving obsession.

She was a High Priestess, a mother, and a wife, and right now, she was nothing more than a woman starving for the man who was currently deconstructing her soul.

She leaned into him, her voice a broken, desperate whisper, her eyes wide and clouded with lust.

"Please..." she whimpered, her hand clutching his massive bulge as if it were a lifeline. "Please, Rex... let me touch it."

"It looks so... so uncomfortable and so heavy... please, let me feel how much you’re hurting for me."

"Let me touch your massive cock... please..."