Chapter 513: 513. Imagine Sleeping Without Knowing Your Fiance Is Getting Filled!**

The air in the bedroom was heavy, thick with the scent of expensive linen and the unspoken, electric tension of a betrayal occurring mere feet away from a sleeping man. The only light came from the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.

Rex didn’t waste time with gentleness. He had Elizabeth pressed against the edge of the large mahogany bed, his hands moving with a predatory ownership.

He reached down, his large, calloused hands sinking deep into the soft, rounded flesh of her ass, squeezing with a bruising intensity that would have made a lesser woman wince. But Elizabeth didn’t wince; she arched into him, a low, hungry moan vibrating in her throat.

Her fingers were already working, sliding down to the massive, pulsing bulge in his trousers, stroking the thick, heavy length of him with a rhythmic, desperate urgency that mirrored her own rising heat.

Rex leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a dark, venomous rasp that cut through the silence.

"Look at him," he hissed, nodding toward the sleeping figure of Alexander, who lay motionless just a few feet away. "Your own stupid fiance... the man who thinks he knows everything about you."

"He’s lying there, dead to the world, completely oblivious to the fact that his ’perfect’ woman is being claimed by a real man right under his nose."

He squeezed her ass again, harder this time, his thumb digging into the curve of her hip. "He sleeps on the very bed where you’ll be screaming my name."

"He thinks he’s safe in his little world of logic and documents, but he’s nothing..."

"He’s a ghost in his own life."

Elizabeth let out a jagged, breathless laugh, her eyes dark with a delicious, wicked thrill. She turned her head slightly, looking at the silhouette of the man she was supposed to love, and then back to the man who truly owned her.

"He is," she whispered, her voice thick with a newfound, beautiful cynicism. "He’s so... predictable... and so blind."

"He thinks he understands the ’truth,’ but he has no idea what the truth feels like when it’s inside you, Rex."

A dark, cruel grin spread across Rex’s face. He wasn’t just satisfied with the deception; he wanted total, uninhibited carnage. He wanted to tear her apart without the slightest fear of a sudden awakening or a whispered question.

"Let’s make sure he stays in his little fantasy," Rex murmured.

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his will, tapping into the dark, subtle currents of his Dream Manipulation skill. He projected a wave of heavy, artificial lethargy toward the sleeping man.

He wove a veil of deep, enchanted slumber around Alexander, crafting a dream so vivid and tranquil that no sound, no matter how loud or violent, could pierce the shroud. He anchored Alexander in a realm of profound, unshakeable peace, ensuring that the man would remain lost in his subconscious, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the physical world.

Rex opened his eyes, and the predatory hunger in them had doubled. The mental barrier was set, and the cage was locked.

"Done," Rex growled, his hands moving to the fastenings of her clothes with a brutal, impatient efficiency. "Now we can be as loud, as rough, and as fucking evil as we want."

"He won’t hear a goddamn thing."

Elizabeth’s breath hitched, her body trembling in anticipation of the violence to come. She didn’t want soft; she wanted the storm.

She wanted the man who would break her, knowing that the man she was breaking was sleeping just a heartbeat away.

"Do it," she commanded, her voice a sultry, dangerous dare. "Destroy me, Rex..."

"Make him a stranger in his own bed."

...

The air in the bedroom was thick with the pungent, primal smell of sex and the oppressive silence of Alexander’s magically enforced slumber. Elizabeth lay on the bed, her body arched and trembling, her fingers digging into the sheets as Rex pounded into her with a rhythmic, brutal force.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"AHHNNN~! YESSHH~! HOOGGHH~!!! YESSSHHHHH~!"

He wasn’t holding back; he was driving himself into her with a raw, animalistic hunger that ignored the concept of restraint.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Each thrust was a violent collision, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. Rex’s hands were locked onto her hips, his fingers bruising her pale skin as he anchored her down, ensuring she couldn’t pull away from the sheer intensity of his assault.

He was a storm of muscle and heat, a force of nature that demanded her total submission.

Elizabeth couldn’t speak; there were no words left in her, only the desperate, jagged sounds of her own undoing. She had wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles in a vice like grip that pulled him deeper, demanding more of him, wanting to feel every inch of his massive cock filling her to the brim.

The leg lock was a reflex, a desperate attempt to anchor herself as the world blurred into a haze of white hot pleasure and pain.

"NHH~! AHHN~! HAHH~! MRRGGHH~! HARDEERRR~!"

Her head thrashed from side to side, her hair spilling across the pillows pillows that were just inches away from Alexander’s face. She could see him, the peaceful, undisturbed expression of a man who thought he was alone in the world. The contrast was obscene.

She opened her mouth to scream, a high, shrill cry of ecstasy and surrender that ripped through the room, vibrating in the very air. She didn’t care if he woke up; she didn’t care if the entire building heard her.

The sheer force of Rex’s thrusts had obliterated her inhibitions, leaving nothing but a raw, pulsating need.

"OHHHHHHNNFFUUUCCCKKK... YEESSHHHHAAHHHHNNNN!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a frantic, animalistic wail.

Rex’s face was a mask of focused, dark determination. He wasn’t looking at her; he was focused on the sensation, the way her internal walls gripped him, the way she shuddered under him like a dying star.

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, a relentless pounding that threatened to shatter her.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Elizabeth’s eyes flew open, wide and glazed, as she felt the wave of orgasm crashing over her. She squeezed her legs tighter, locking him in, her body shaking in a paroxysm of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’M CUMMMIINGGGGHHHHHHH~!" She let out a long, guttural scream that tore from her throat, a sound of absolute defeat and total triumph.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

As she collapsed back into the mattress, gasping for air and twitching in the afterglow, Rex remained inside her, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a triumphant, cruel fire. He looked down at her flushed, ruined, and completely spent and then he glanced at the sleeping man beside them.

He leaned down, his voice a low, malicious whisper against her ear. "Look at him..."

"He’s right here. And he’ll never even know how good you felt beneath me."

Rex wasn’t finished with the psychological carnage. He wanted to push the boundaries of her devotion even further, to see just how much of her dignity she was willing to sacrifice at the altar of his pleasure.

With a sudden, rough movement, he reached up and fisted his hand into Elizabeth’s hair. He didn’t pull gently; he yanked her head back, forcing a sharp, startled gasp from her lips, and then he hauled her up from the mattress.

"Submit, you fucking slut!" He maneuvered her body with a dominant, effortless strength, forcing her onto her hands and knees.

She was positioned directly over Alexander’s sleeping form. Her belly was inches away from the man’s chest, and her hips were suspended in the air, trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and renewed, frantic anticipation.

She was a vision of beautiful, shameless vulnerability, naked, flushed, and positioned as a literal bridge between her past life and her new, dark reality. ’O-oh no...? W-what is this...? W-why did he... position me this close to him...?’

Rex moved behind her, his massive, throbbing cock glistening with her juices and his own pre-cum. But instead of driving himself home, he began a slow, agonizingly cruel game of teasing.

He brought the heavy, swollen head of his cock to her entrance. He didn’t push inside; instead, he began to circle the sensitive, swollen folds of her pussy with the tip.

"Isn’t this a fucked up moment?" He dragged the broad, blunt head of his cock along her clitoris, then slid it just a fraction of an inch into her heat before pulling back out entirely, leaving her gasping and aching.

"Mmm... Rex... please..." Elizabeth whimpered, her forehead pressing against the bed as she tried to push her ass back toward him.

"Don’t tease me like that... I want more... please..." Her hips bucked instinctively, searching for the fullness she so desperately craved. "Even I still don’t care if you have to fuck me right in front of his sleeping face."

"Patience, Elizabeth," Rex growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to echo in her very bones.

He teased the opening, the tip of his cock dancing around the rim of her pussy, teasing the very edge of her entrance but refusing to grant her the relief of being filled. "You want this so badly, don’t you?"

"You want to feel me stretching you open while he lies right there, dreaming of a woman who doesn’t exist anymore."

The frustration began to build in her, a tight, heavy ache in her lower belly that made her entire body quiver. She was on the brink, her pussy weeping with need, her internal muscles pulsing in a desperate attempt to catch him.

Rex leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her neck. He felt her desperation, and it fueled his ego.

"Hear me out..." He knew she was a woman of intellect, of control, but he wanted to see that control completely dissolve into something primal.

"I’ll let you in," Rex whispered, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck, "but only when you show me just how much you’ve truly abandoned him."

"Show me, Elizabeth... Amuse me..."

"Do something for me... right in front of him."