Chapter 556: 556. Today’s The Night That We Celebrate An Anniversary (It’s Stupid, I Know)**
Rex watched her, a look of pure, sadistic triumph on his face. He loved the sight of her, the Ice Princess, turned into a panting, moaning animal, forced to maintain a facade of domesticity while he claimed her body with animalistic violence.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more punishing, driving her closer and closer to a breaking point where the "exercise" excuse would no longer be enough to hide the truth.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"More... I want to feel this pleasure even more while talking to him...!"
The intensity in the room shifted from psychological tension to pure, unbridled physical carnage. Rex, feeling the heat radiating from Mireya’s trembling body, decided to strip away any remaining restraint.
He reached forward, grabbing both of her wrists in one of his massive hands, pinning them firmly against the mattress behind her back. This forced her chest forward and arched her spine into a perfect, vulnerable curve, giving him total, unobstructed access to her most sensitive depths.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
With her arms pinned, Rex began to fuck her with a terrifying, primal ferocity. He wasn’t just thrusting anymore; he was slamming into her with the force of a predator, each strike a heavy, wet thud that echoed through the silent room.
PLAPPP! PLAPPP! PLAPPP! PLAAAAP! PLAAAAP!
The sheer violence of the movement was starting to wear on Mireya’s nerves. The thrill of the danger was still there, but the constant need to monitor her sounds and maintain the "exercise" charade was becoming a massive, exhausting chore.
"Mireya... is it... time for... breakfast... yet...?" Apollo’s voice drifted again, sounding even more lulled and senseless than before.
Mireya let out a frustrated, muffled groan into the pillow. The constant, sleepy interruptions were starting to grate on her.
She was in the middle of the most intense, soul-shattering pleasure of her life, and her husband was asking about breakfast like they were in a goddamn commercial. ’THIS SLEEP TALK IS SO ANNOYING...!’
’I UST WANT TO CUM EVEN MORE WITH REX’S MASSIVE COCCKKK~!’
"Ugh, Apollo, shut the fuck up already!" she hissed under her breath, her voice a mix of a moan and a sharp, annoyed snap.
She realized she had been a little too blunt, so she quickly tried to pivot back to the lie, though her tone was anything but sweet. "I mean... darling! Just... just let me finish!"
"I’m... incredibly busy with my... my routine!"
"I’ll... talk to you... later! Just... go back to sleep!"
She felt a surge of genuine irritation. She wanted to scream at him to just stay unconscious so she could actually feel Rex without having to calculate her decibel levels.
Rex, hearing her uncharacteristic snap, felt a wave of dark amusement wash over him. He realized that the "Ice Princess" was losing her cool, and he found her sudden flash of temper absolutely delicious. He saw the opportunity to end the game on his own terms.
Using his subtle influence over the dream state, Rex reached out with his mind and tightened the grip of the sleep manipulation on Apollo.
He didn’t just let him sleep; he pushed him deeper into a heavy, silent trance, effectively cutting off the "sleep talking" mechanism entirely. And then both of them could hear Apollo let out one final, long, contented sigh and fell into a profound, unshakeable silence.
Rex let out a low, booming laugh that vibrated through Mireya’s entire body, the sound of his amusement almost as loud as his thrusts. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her sweaty ear.
"Ehh~? That was so mean~! It was your own boyfriend, y’know?" Rex laughed.
"I-IT’S FINE, ISN’T IT?!"
"Oh my fucking lust... take a look at yourself right now," Rex chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. "So much for the perfect, patient girlfriend."
"You’re a mean little bitch when you’re being fucked, aren’t you, Mireya?"
"You can’t even wait for him to finish a sentence before you tell him to shut the fuck up."
’That might have been suspicious, but... I can’t take it anymore...’
"I WANT TO CUM! PLEASE~!"
Mireya flushed, a mix of embarrassment and renewed arousal hitting her all at once. The very man who was currently ravaging her caught her, laying bare her true, impatient, and lustful nature.
But as Rex’s laughter turned back into a relentless, punishing rhythm, she realized she didn’t care. The silence of Apollo was a gift, and now, she could finally let out the screams she had been holding back.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Rex’s laughter was a dark, melodic rumble that vibrated through Mireya’s spine with every heavy, rhythmic slam of his hips. He didn’t care about the silence of the room anymore; he had won.
He had broken her composure, stripped away her "Ice Princess" mask, and revealed the frantic, impatient woman underneath.
"You loved it, didn’t you?" Rex teased, his voice thick with lust and triumph as he gripped her waist so hard his fingers left red marks on her tan skin. "The lying, the pretending, the fear of getting caught... it turned you on so fucking much, didn’t it?"
"You were practically begging for it while you were telling him to shut up!"
He was right. Mireya felt as though she were vibrating on a molecular level.
The psychological strain of the deception had acted like a pressure cooker, and now that Apollo was finally silent, the release was explosive. She stopped trying to muffle herself. She stopped trying to pretend.
"YES! AHH! GOD, REX!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "IT MADE ME SO EXCITED~!"
She was no longer the poised, elegant girlfriend; she was a woman being absolutely ruined in the most primal way possible. She was being fucked like a common street dog, her body jolting and twitching with every deep, punishing drive of his massive cock.
She didn’t care that her boyfriend was lying inches away; the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of being dominated by Rex’s raw power was the only thing that existed in her universe. Rex leaned forward, his sweat dripping onto her back, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder as he drove into her one more time, harder than before.
"You know," Rex whispered, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl that sent shivers of heat straight to her core, "we should celebrate it."
"We don’t have a year yet, but this moment... this night... let’s make it our own anniversary." Rex grinned. "A celebration of the moment you realized your ’perfect’ life was a lie and that you belong to me."
He pulled back slightly, only to slam back in with a force that made her vision go white. "A celebration where you finally accept that you aren’t his anymore."
"You’re mine... Every inch of this body, every moan, every secret... it all belongs to Rex Rexilion."
Mireya’s head fell back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as a massive, soul-shattering orgasm began to roll through her. Her face was a mask of pure, uninhibited hedonism; her lips were parted in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes were glazed and wild, and her expression was the horniest, most debauched look any woman could possibly make.
"Ahhnnn~! Yesh~!" she wailed, her voice a ragged, beautiful mess of lust. "Today will be our anniversary!"
"Today is the day I did something unthinkable~!"
She abandoned all pretense of dignity, her hips meeting his every thrust with a desperate, hungry ferocity, fully embracing her new reality as the man who had truly conquered her heart and her body.
