Chapter 425: 425. She’s Slowly Losing It And It Is The Best Thing I’ve Seen All Night!**

With a sudden, violent shove, he forced her backward. Mireya’s head cracked against the floor, and her breath left her in a sharp, wheezing gasp.

Before she could even blink, Rex was on top of her, his heavy body pinning her down like a crushed insect. He didn’t let up, but he sank his teeth into her left nipple, sucking with a predatory hunger that was more about ownership than pleasure.

Simultaneously, his fingers clamped onto her right nipple, pinching it with a brutal, unyielding force that made her vision go dark for a second.

"Stop... please, Rex... stop it!" she shrieked, her body thrashing beneath him.

She tried to buck him off, but he was like a mountain of muscle, immovable and oppressive. "It starts to hurt even more...!"

"Stop?" Rex mocked, his voice vibrating against her breast. "We’ve only just begun!"

"You wanted to see what I was capable of?!"

"This is it! This is the man you tried to undermine! This is the man you thought you could manipulate!"

He released his hold on her nipple for a split second only to seize it again with even more force, pulling her chest toward him so that she was forced to arch her back, her spine pressing painfully into the hard floor. He sucked and pinched in a relentless, torturous rhythm, showing no mercy to the sensitive flesh.

’APOLLO... PLEASE SAVE ME, I DON’T WANT THIS...!’

"S-STOOPPPP!!!"

"You and Apollo... you’re both nothing," he muttered, his voice thick with hatred. "You think you can hide behind your ’morals’ and your ’ethics’ while you scheme in the shadows!"

"But here, in this room, there are no schemes. There’s only this."

Mireya’s screams turned into a desperate, broken sobbing. "I... I didn’t mean... ahhh! Please!"

Rex shifted his attention, sliding his mouth upward. He licked her cheek with a rough, abrasive tongue, then sank his teeth into the tender lobe of her ear.

He bit down hard, making her cry out in a new burst of pain. He didn’t let go, but he savored the sound of her distress, his tongue darting out to lick the spot he had just bitten, marking her as his property.

"I’m going to leave marks all over you," he whispered, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive fire. "So that every time you look in the mirror, every time you put on your princess outfit, you remember exactly who owns you."

"You’ll feel me on your skin, Mireya! You’ll feel me every time you breathe."

He dropped back down to her breasts, his mouth and fingers working in a coordinated, ruthless assault. He bit and sucked her left nipple while his fingers crushed the right one, his nails digging into her skin.

He was marking her, branding her with his anger and his dominance, ensuring that no matter where she went or who she saw, even Apollo, she would never forget this moment of absolute submission.

"You’re mine now," he growled, his teeth grinding against her flesh. "And you’re going to learn exactly what that means."

Rex sensed that the mental fortification, that stubborn, icy pride Mireya had built, was beginning to crack, but he wanted to ensure the final collapse was absolute. He needed to strip away the last remnants of her composure by attacking every nerve ending she had left.

Moving with a fluid, predatory grace, Rex shifted his position. He crawled behind her, looming over her prone, trembling form.

Mireya felt the sudden absence of his weight on her front, replaced by the terrifying anticipation of what he would do next. Then, she felt his warm, wet tongue trail a long, deliberate path from her jawline up to her temple, licking her face with a humiliating familiarity.

"Perhaps it’s time to transform the ice princess into a princess who melts..."

"S-Stop... enough already...!"

At the same time, his massive hands reached around from behind, grabbing both of her enormous, bare breasts. He groaned low in his throat, his fingers digging deep into the soft, aching mounds, squeezing them with such ferocious strength that Mireya let out a stifled yelp.

The contrast of his warm tongue on her face and the crushing pressure on her chest left her dizzy and disoriented.

"You’re shaking, Mireya," Rex whispered into her ear, his voice a dark velvet. "Is it fear? Or is it because your body is finally admitting what your mouth refuses to say?"

Then, his hand drifted downward. "How about we try stimulating you here...?"

’H-Hey... wait...!’

Mireya’s breath hitched. She felt his large, warm palm settle over the center of her crotch, pressing firmly against the thin, soaked lace of her remaining panties.

"Kuu! Ugh! Hnnn?!" The heat of his hand seeped through the fabric, centering directly over her swollen, aching vulva.

"No... Rex, not there..." she whimpered, her hips instinctively twitching in an attempt to retreat, though there was nowhere to go. "Not there... please..."

"That place is...! Don’t touch me there...!"

"Not there?" Rex teased, his fingers splaying wide across her mound, rubbing circles into the lace that was now clinging to her due to her intense arousal. "But this is where the real truth is hidden, isn’t it?"

"Beneath all those fancy skirts and noble titles, you’re just a hungry, needy girl."

"Look at how much you’re leaking through this tiny bit of cloth."

"You’re practically begging for me to touch you."

"Don’t... it’s too much... please, don’t!" Mireya begged, her hands clutching at the floorboards, her knuckles white.

The sensation of him rubbing her clitoris through the fabric was driving her to the brink of madness. The anticipation was a torture more exquisite than the pain.

"Begging won’t save you," Rex growled. "I’m gonna stick my finger inside."

In one swift, decisive motion, he hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. He didn’t just slide them aside, but he shoved his entire hand deep inside the fabric, plunging past the lace and straight into her scorching, drenched heat.

"Ooh~! So this is the ice princess’ raw pussy... it felt cold!"

Mireya let out a piercing, shattered scream as his fingers made contact with her most sacred, unprotected part. The sudden intrusion of his blunt, powerful digits into her slick folds was overwhelming.

He found her clitoris instantly, his finger pressing hard against it, while his other fingers stretched her open, invading her depth with zero hesitation.

"NO! STOP! AHHHH!" she shrieked, her back arching so violently it looked as if it might snap. "STOP TOUCHING ME! THAT’S DIRTY!!!"

"Hoo~! The tone of your voice has changed...?"

"NOT THERE! IT’S TOO SENSITIVE! REX, PLEASE!" Mireya screamed louder.

"Too sensitive?" Rex chuckled, his fingers moving with a brutal, rhythmic thrusting motion inside her. He was relentless, his touch lacking any hint of gentleness, treating her vagina like a prize he was forcibly claiming.

"That’s exactly why it needs to be touched."

"You’ve spent your whole life keeping yourself guarded, Mireya. Well, consider the gates breached."

"You belong to me, from your head to your very core!"

He increased the pace, his fingers working her insides and her clitoris with a punishing speed that left Mireya sobbing, her cries dissolving into incoherent, breathless moans of pure, unadulterated sensory overload.

Rex saw the total fragmentation of her willpower, and he decided it was time to remove the final veil. He didn’t bother with finesse, so he hooked his fingers into the edges of her sodden panties and yanked them down her legs in one violent tug, casting the discarded scraps aside.

Now, there was nothing left. No lace, no silk, no defenses. Just Mireya, laid bare and shivering on the cold floor, her most intimate anatomy exposed to the air and his voracious hunger.

"Finally," Rex growled, his eyes locking onto her glistening, swollen slit. "No more excuses."

"And I can see your raw fucking pussy... the color is nice and pink!" Rex laughed. "Did that bum Apollo even do it with you?"

"I fucking know that virgin simp really is good for nothing!"

"DON’T... TALK ABOUT HI—AAHHHH!"

’No... he’s... lying...!!!’

He dove back in, but this time, he didn’t just use one or two fingers. He plunged three of his thick, powerful fingers deep into her, stretching her walls with a ruthless, invasive force that made her hips jump spasmodically.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Hahaha! You’re making more and more squishing noises~!"

"I’M NOT...!"

’Someone other than Apollo... Rex is seeing my secret place..."

As he worked his hand inside her, performing a heavy, pounding rhythm that mimicked a brutal act of lovemaking, he leaned forward to reclaim her breast. He latched onto her nipple with his mouth, sucking so hard it felt as if he were trying to swallow her whole, his teeth occasionally scraping against the sensitive peak to add a sharp sting to the pleasure.

"Playing with your nipples turned you on, huh?"

"AHHH! REX! OH GOD! HNNNGH!" Mireya’s voice was a chaotic symphony of sounds.

She used every ounce of her remaining strength to fight him. Her hands slammed against his shoulders, her feet kicked uselessly at the floor, and her core muscles bunched in a desperate attempt to push his massive weight off her.

"STOP! IT’S... TOO MUCH! AAAAAHHH!"

’HE’S TOUCHING ME SO LEWDLY!? W-WHY!?’

"Yes! Right now the ice princess is getting off with the fingers of a man that’s not her boyfriend, hahaha!" Rex keeps taunting her.

But Rex was unmoved by her struggles. In fact, the more she fought, the more feral he became.

’I HAVE TO RESIST NOW...!’

"So? Did Apollo do this with you as well...?"

"Shut it...! Ahhhn~! Hyaahhh! FUUUGGHH!"