Chapter 491: 491. Yep, That’s A Wrap. She’s Feeling Jealous and Kinda Possessive (I Hate It)

At some point later, from inside the room, came the specific sound of a key turning in a lock, which was a sound Rex heard and which produced a single response from him in the dark.

He laughed.

Elizabeth, from the pillow, said, "The door needed to be locked."

"The door was already closed," Rex said.

"It needed to be locked," she reiterated, displaying the specific dignity of someone who had locked a door for a reason they were unwilling to explain further. "It’s a different thing."

"It is," Rex agreed.

And there was silence for a whole minute.

"Stop laughing," Elizabeth said.

"I’m not laughing," Rex said.

He was laughing.

She was quiet for a moment.

"This is not what I planned for this week," she said.

"No," Rex agreed.

"I planned to conduct a professional analysis and maintain appropriate boundaries and then go home to Alexander in a week and have everything be exactly as it was."

"How is that plan going?" Rex said.

She was quiet for a long time.

"I locked the door," she said, "because I didn’t want to be interrupted."

"Not because I’m ashamed of anything... I want that to be clear."

"It’s clear," Rex said.

"Good," she said. "I just—I wanted that to be the reason."

"I know," Rex said.

Another silence.

"Rex," she said.

"Yes."

"Tomorrow," she said, with the specific care of someone choosing a word carefully, "I would like to work in the morning." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"All right," Rex said.

"And in the afternoon," she said, even more carefully, "I don’t want you to spend it in the sitting room."

Rex looked at the ceiling in the dark. "Where would you like me to spend it?"

She was quiet for a moment.

"Here would be acceptable," she said. "Or the study room. I want you within reach."

"Within reach," Rex replied.

"Don’t make it into something," Elizabeth said. "I’m just saying I would prefer to have you nearby."

"Okay," Rex said.

"That’s all," she said.

"I know," Rex said.

She turned over on the pillow. Silence enveloped the room, and the house seemed to breathe with it. Somewhere in the corridor, a floorboard creaked in the cold, as old houses often did. The sound was ordinary and comforting, just as the end of a day should feel.

Elizabeth murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "You knew this was going to happen."

Rex said nothing.

"From the beginning," she said. "You knew."

Rex looked at the ceiling.

"Yes," he said. "Well... enough playing gentle today."

Rex smirked. "Let’s get fucking wild and rough again."

’It feels like he has two different personalities, but still... I love both of them."

...

The air in the room was thick with a different kind of tension than the night before. The polite, intellectual veneer of the "Professor" and her "Guest" had been stripped away as effectively as their clothes.

They stood in the center of the room, naked and breathing heavily, the moonlight catching the sweat already beginning to sheen on Rex’s muscular back and the flushed, expectant glow of Elizabeth’s skin.

Rex didn’t wait for a formal invitation. He lunged forward, his large hands cupping her face before crashing his lips against hers in a kiss that was less a greeting and more a collision.

"Mpppphhhh... nnhhhhh..." Elizabeth closed her eyes to savor the kiss she anticipated.

It was a rough, hungry thing, a desperate exchange of heat and saliva that tasted of unspoken desires and the lingering traces of the day’s tension. Elizabeth met him with equal fervor, her arms winding around his thick neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them.

As they tumbled back toward the bed, Elizabeth’s hands wandered downward with a frantic, uncharacteristic boldness. She found the heavy, pulsing weight of his massive cock, her fingers trembling as she wrapped both hands around its thick girth.

She began to stroke him with a rhythmic, urgent motion, her eyes locked onto his, her breath hitching every time his length slid through her palms.

Rex let out a low, dark chuckle against her lips, the vibration traveling deep into her chest. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes gleaming with a predatory, teasing light.

"You’re acting awfully eager, Elizabeth," he murmured, his voice a husky rumble. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "Is this because you’re excited? Or is it because you’re fucking jealous?"

Elizabeth froze for a split second, her hands still working his cock, her eyes widening. "Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous, Rex. I’ve had a very busy day with the ledgers and the relay reports..."

"Liar," Rex interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips as he gripped her waist, pulling her hips hard against his. "You’re jealous because all day long, you had to watch me. You had to watch me laughing with Lily, walking with Diana... you had to sit there in your ’professional’ silence while I gave all my attention to them, leaving you alone with your boring fucking paperwork."

"I was not... jealous," she insisted, though her voice lacked its usual academic authority. She leaned back in, capturing his lips in another deep, bruising kiss, her hands speeding up their stroking of him as if to prove her composure. "It was merely... inefficient to have you wandering the halls when there was work to be done."

"Inefficient?" Rex teased, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass, pulling her even tighter against his hardening heat. "Is that what we’re calling it?"

"You were sitting there, staring at the door, counting the minutes until you could lock it and have me all to yourself."

"You hated every second that Lily or Diana were in the room with me."

"It was a distraction," she whispered into his mouth, her denial crumbling as she felt the sheer power of him.

She didn’t stop stroking him; if anything, her grip became tighter, more demanding. "A very... distracting presence."

"Admit it, Professor," Rex growled, his hand moving from her ass to her throat, not to choke her, but to claim her, his thumb tracing her jawline. "You were starving for me all day."

"You saw how they looked at me, and you wanted to remind them and me exactly who this man belongs to."

Elizabeth let out a soft, frustrated moan, her head falling back as she surrendered to the truth. She didn’t argue anymore.

Instead, she arched her back, her hands working his cock with a feverish intensity, her eyes burning with a mixture of desire and a fierce, possessive hunger. She wasn’t just a scholar anymore; she was a woman claiming her prize, and she was done playing nice.

Elizabeth’s breath came in ragged, uneven hitches as she continued to stroke him, her eyes finally losing their battle with reality. The intellectual armor she had worn so proudly all day was melting under the heat of his gaze and the friction of his skin.

"Urgh!" she suddenly gasped, her voice cracking as she pulled back from the kiss to look him in the eye. "Fine, Rex!"

"If you want the truth so badly, here it is."

"I was jealous, yes! It was... it was infuriating! To sit there, trying to focus on the accounts, while the sound of your laughter echoed from the parlor, or to see you leaning in to listen to Diana’s stories... it felt like a constant, nagging itch under my skin that no amount of work could scratch!"

She squeezed his cock a little harder, her knuckles white. "I am a woman of order, Rex, but even order needs a center."

"And all day, you were the center of everyone’s attention but mine..."

"I felt... neglected. I needed you to look at me the way you looked at them."

Rex didn’t immediately soften. Instead, his expression hardened, his eyes cooling from lust to a sharp, commanding sternness.

He grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her hands away from his cock so he could hold them pinned against the mattress, forcing her to face his scrutiny.

"Is that what this is?" Rex asked, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "A tantrum because you didn’t get your way immediately?"

"It wasn’t a tantrum," she protested, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "It was a physiological response to—"

"Stop with the ’physiological’ bullshit, Elizabeth," he cut her off, his grip on her wrists firm but not bruising. "Listen to me."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants, and that lust knows you’ve made it clear you want me."

"But there’s a difference between wanting a man and acting like a spoiled child because he gave a moment of his time to someone else."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his presence overwhelming. "I don’t like jealousy, Elizabeth."

"It’s messy. It’s loud, and frankly, it’s beneath you."

"You’re a woman of intellect, so use it."

"You know how this works."

"How does it work?" she whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"Every woman in this house gets her proportion," Rex said, his voice steady and unapologetic. "Lily gets her warmth, Diana gets her wit, and you... you get the lion’s share of my intensity."

’But you don’t get to demand the whole damn sun just because you’re feeling a little lonely in the afternoon."

"When you’re with me, you have all of me. But when you’re not, you have to trust that the balance is being kept."

He let go of her wrists, but he didn’t move away. He hovered over her, a silent challenge in his eyes. "If you want my attention, earn it with your passion, not with your pouting."

"Don’t let your jealousy turn you into someone who’s constantly looking over her shoulder."

"Be the woman who knows she’s the one who gets to lock the door at night."

"Can you do that? Can you tone it down and just be mine without making it a competition?"