Chapter 534: 534. I Tell Mireya That We’re Going To Mate In The Bedroom (No Snitching!)

Rex didn’t let the moment linger. He had tasted enough of the tension in the room and was ready to turn the heat up even higher.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, he grabbed Amelia by the waist, his hand still possessively kneading her backside.

"This isn’t enough," Rex declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We’re moving to your bedroom."

"I want you on a proper bed where you can scream without the walls of this living room catching every sound."

As he began to lead a stumbling, breathless Amelia toward the private quarters, he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Mireya’s ear.

His tone shifted from mocking to something far more dangerous, a low, lethal whisper that sent a chill down her spine despite the heat in her blood.

"And listen to me, you beautiful hypocrite fuck," he hissed, his eyes flicking momentarily toward Mireya before locking back onto Amelia. "If you breathe a single word of what you just saw to anyone... especially to that fucking bum, Apollo... you’ll regret it."

"If you try to play the saint again, I won’t just kill you..."

"I’ll fuck you so hard and so ruthlessly that you’ll forget your own name, and I’ll fucking kill Apollo right here... right now..."

Mireya shivered, a delicious terror coiling in her gut. She knew he wasn’t bluffing; Rex was a man of his word, and his passion was as violent as his insults.

Amelia turned back to Mireya, who was still standing frozen in the center of the room, her face a mask of disbelief. Amelia reached out a hand, her fingers trembling, her expression a mixture of profound apology and a strange, newfound liberation.

"Mireya... darling, forgive me," Amelia whispered, her voice thick with the remnants of her climax. "I... I will explain everything to you soon..."

"I promise... But for now..." She took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes momentarily losing their maternal softness and regaining that dark, hungry glint. "For now, please... keep Apollo busy."

"Keep him occupied upstairs..."

"Let me be free, just for a little while. Let me be myself... let me be with him."

With that final, desperate plea, Rex practically hauled Amelia out of the room. He didn’t look back at the girl, and Amelia didn’t look back at her soon-to-be daughter in law.

They moved as a single, primal unit, driven by a hunger that eclipsed all social graces and familial bonds. Mireya was left standing alone in the silent room, the air still heavy with the musk of their debauchery.

She stood perfectly still, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving with a mixture of shock, confusion, and a simmering, hot anger.

’How could she?’ Mireya thought, her jaw tightening as she watched the door swing shut behind them. ’How could she just... abandon everything for a man like him?’

’To choose a beast over her own son’s innocence?’

She felt a surge of fury at the blatant disrespect, at the way her boyfriend’s mother had just traded her dignity for a moment of filth. But beneath the anger, there was a nagging, uncomfortable heat in her own belly, a silent witness to the truth that Amelia had just confessed: the High Priestess was gone, and in her place was a woman who had finally found her true, dark life.

Mireya walked back toward Apollo’s bedroom, her legs feeling heavy, almost like she was walking through deep water. Her mind was a whirlwind of images: the sight of Amelia’s throat bulging, the sound of the wet, slapping skin, and the terrifying magnetic dominance.

Rex exerted power over everyone in his path. Every step she took felt like a betrayal of the "pure" life Apollo believed they were living.

As she entered the room, the mundane sight of Apollo sitting there, calmly chewing on a piece of bread, hit her like a physical blow. He looked so peaceful, so untainted by the filth she had just witnessed.

Apollo looked up, his bright, innocent eyes meeting hers.

He tilted his head, a small, curious smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Mireya! You were gone a while."

"Did you find what you were looking for?" He paused, glancing toward the hallway where the sounds of retreating footsteps had faded. "Are Rex and my mother still there?"

The question was a dagger. Mireya felt the truth bubbling up in her throat, a frantic need to scream the reality of the situation to tell him that his mother was currently being led to her bedroom to be used like a common slut by the man he likely considered a friend.

’Just tell him,’ a voice in her head whispered. ’Tell him the truth before the lie grows too big to manage.’

But as the words formed, a sudden, visceral memory surged to the surface, slamming into her with the force of a tidal wave.

The Drevash Inn.

The memory of the dim, flickering candlelight, the smell of stale ale, and the overwhelming, suffocating weight of Rex pinning her down in that cramped room flashed before her eyes. She remembered the bruising grip of his hands, the way he had ignored her pleas, and the sheer, terrifying power of him as he took her without mercy.

She remembered the feeling of being utterly conquered, of being reduced to nothing but a body for his pleasure. She remembered the fear, but more than that, she remembered the shame of how much her body had secretly craved that very same destruction.

Her throat tightened. If she told Apollo the truth, she wouldn’t just be exposing his mother; she would be exposing herself.

She would be admitting that she knew the monster Rex was and that she had been part of his trail of broken women.

"They..." Mireya started, her voice cracking.

She swallowed hard, forcing her expression to smooth out into a mask of casual indifference, though her heart was still racing. "They just left, Apollo."

Apollo blinked, looking confused. "Left? Already? But they didn’t even get to have lunch."

"They had to go," Mireya lied, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. She forced a small, convincing smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "They were discussing something... something very important."

"Something about the fragments. They said they needed to go immediately to discuss the implications of the latest findings."

She saw the flicker of interest in Apollo’s eyes, the way his focus shifted instantly from his food to the mystery of the fragments.

"The fragments? Really?" Apollo asked, his brow furrowing in concentration. "I didn’t know they were that urgent."

"I guess the world doesn’t wait for lunch, does it?"

"No," Mireya said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she sat down across from him, her eyes staring blankly at her own plate. "The world definitely doesn’t wait."

She watched him go back to his meal, his mind occupied by the noble pursuit of knowledge, while she sat there, trapped in the shadow of a lie, feeling the phantom heat of Rex’s gaze still burning against her skin.

...

The heavy oak door of the master bedroom clicked shut, sealing the rest of the world and the sanctity of the High Priestess’s life away from them. The air in the room was thick with the scent of jasmine and the lingering, muskier aroma of the sex they had just shared.

Rex stood in the center of the room, completely unashamed and utterly dominant. He was fully naked, his massive, muscular physique casting a long, intimidating shadow across the floor.

His cock, still slightly swollen and glistening from the nectar of her mouth, hung heavy and proud between his thick thighs. He looked like a god of war who had just claimed his prize, his dark skin glowing in the soft light of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains.

Amelia stood before him, but she was no longer the woman in the flowing, modest priestess robes. She had moved with a frantic, desperate energy to change, driven by a need to present herself not as a holy woman, but as the creature Rex demanded she be.

She stood there in a swimsuit that was less a garment and more a dare. It was made of thin, translucent silk that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Two tiny, strategically placed triangles of fabric barely covered her pink, erect nipples, and a thin strip of silk clung to her pussy entrance, highlighting the wetness that still coated her thighs. Her entire body the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the expanse of her tanned, trembling skin was laid bare for his inspection.

Rex’s eyes traveled slowly, agonizingly, from her toes up to her eyes, his gaze heavy with predatory hunger. A slow, mocking smirk curled his lips.

"Look at you," he rasped, his voice a low vibration that seemed to make the very air tremble. "The High Priestess of the Goddess of Life, standing in her own bedroom wearing nothing but a few scraps of silk meant to show off her filth."

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming her.

"You’re a real masochistic slut, aren’t you, Amelia?" he teased, his voice dripping with delicious cruelty. "You bought this... this pathetic little outfit just for me."

"You spent your time picking out something that would make you look like a common whore, all so you could feel the thrill of being degraded by a man like me."