Chapter 549. Mouth Says No, But Body Says Yes! (I Love Bitches Like This)**

Her lips made small, desperate sounds of "no," a final, dying gasp of her former self, but the sound was swallowed by the wet, rhythmic slaps of their tongues clashing. It was a beautiful, erotic contradiction: her mouth was still trying to recite her vows of loyalty to Apollo, but her tongue was dancing a filthy, submissive tango with Rex.

The sheer intensity of the kiss was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back just a fraction to catch a breath, she would moan, a sound of pure, unadulterated want, before he plunged back in to silence her again.

She was lost in the friction, the wetness, and the overwhelming scent of him. ’I’m betraying... Apollo...’

’It’s like that night all over again...’ As she felt the weight of him pressing her deeper into the mattress, a crushing realization settled over her, more potent than the pleasure: she was betraying Apollo.

She was committing the ultimate sacrilege, being ravished by a man who mocked their love, in the very bed they shared, while her boyfriend slept just inches away. The most terrifying part, which made her moan even louder into Rex’s mouth, was how much she absolutely loved every second of the betrayal.

Rex finally broke the kiss, but he didn’t pull away far. As their lips parted, a thick, glistening bridge of saliva stretched between them, a silver thread of their shared, frantic hunger that caught the dim light of the room.

Mireya hung her head, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, her lips swollen and red from his relentless assault. "Hah... hah... ngghh... ahhh..."

Rex let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes shifting from Mireya’s flushed face to the peaceful, sleeping form of Apollo just a few feet away. "Well, well, well..."

"Look at him, someone’s enjoying a good nap," Rex whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Sleeping like a fucking clueless virgin, completely oblivious to the fact that another man has thoroughly claimed his woman’s mouth."

"He has no idea his ’Ice Queen’ is melting into a puddle of filth right under his nose."

Mireya wanted to protest, to defend the honor of her lover, but the words died in her throat as Rex’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra. "Let’s make sure Apollo takes a good look at this even though he’s sleeping."

"Rex, wait... not yet... don’t look..." she pleaded, her voice a trembling whisper as she tried to bring her hands up to cover herself.

She felt a wave of intense vulnerability, the shame of being exposed in the very place where she felt most secure. "Don’t worry... I’ll make sure Apollo knows that you liked it when I played with your nipples, alright?"

"And what the fuck are you saying...? Don’t look at what?" Rex taunted, his eyes burning with a predatory hunger as he flicked the clasp open. "I’ve already seen everything worth seeing, Mireya."

"And right now, this is the only thing worth looking at."

"NO! I DON’T!"

He tossed the lace garment aside, leaving her breasts completely bare and trembling in the cool air. Before she could even gasp, Rex leaned down.

He didn’t go for her lips this time; he went for the aching, sensitive peaks of her breasts. His tongue, hot and rough, swiped across her left nipple in a long, slow lick that made her entire body convulse.

"It’s already become so hard... and it’s so ready for me," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing.

He began to play with her, his tongue swirling around the pink aureolas before catching the tips in his teeth, tugging with a delicious, sharp pressure. "I’m going to lick and suck your nipples right next to Apollo~!"

As he licked, his large hands moved in tandem, squeezing both of her tits simultaneously with a crushing, possessive force. The combination of the wet, sliding heat of his tongue and the bruising pressure of his palms was too much.

"AHH...! NO! STOP...! HAAHHH~!"

’Rex... he’s overwhelming me like always...’

"Ah! Mmmph!" Mireya let out a sharp, strangled scream of pleasure, her back arching violently off the mattress.

The intensity of the sensation was so unapologetically rough that it felt like her nerves were on fire. "STO—AAHHHH!"

Rex didn’t let up. He established a torturous, exquisite rhythm: a deep, swirling lick, followed by a heavy, bruising squeeze, and then a sharp, sudden pinch of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He was attacking her senses, systematically breaking down her ability to think, to feel anything but him. "You’re saying that, but you really like it, right?"

’He’s so rough... it’s the opposite of Apollo...!’

"Nnn... hhh... stop... no..." Mireya whimpered, her hands flying to her own mouth to stifle the sounds.

She was terrified. Every time a moan threatened to escape her lips, she would clamp her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting frantically toward Apollo.

The proximity of her husband made every sensation feel ten times more illicit, ten times more dangerous. She was caught in a loop of exquisite agony, the sheer, primal joy of Rex’s touch fighting against the desperate need to remain silent so as not to wake the man she was currently betraying in the most carnal way possible.

Rex starts to lick her nipples harder and faster. "Your nipples have already become so erected...!"

"N-No...!" Mireya bites her mouth.

’Last time... he realized that my nipples... were sensitive...’

Rex sucks her right nipple while also pinching her left. "You really like it when I play with your nipples like this, right?"

"AHH! NO! HAAHHNN! AHHHN~!"

’Rex kept attacking my nipples...’

Rex starts to pinch both her nipples harder until she starts to grit her teeth while begging him to stop. "DON’T PINCH IT—KUUHAAAA~!"

’Again... and... again...’

Rex was a master of psychological and physical torment, and he knew exactly how to push Mireya to the absolute brink of her sanity. He shifted his weight, looming over her like a dark god, and began to lower his head.

He didn’t go for her lips; instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers racing down her spine before his teeth grazed the sensitive shell of her ear. "How is it? Have you started forgetting about Apollo?"

"Does he even know how to touch you like this, Mireya?" he whispered, his voice a gravelly, seductive rasp that vibrated through her entire skull.

He punctuated the question by pinching her nipples with a sudden, brutal intensity, his fingers digging deep into the soft, swollen flesh. "Does Apollo ever make you feel this much electricity?"

"Or does he ever make you feel like you’re about to shatter into a thousand pieces?"

"No... it’s... it’s different..." she gasped, her voice a broken melody of denial.

"He never does it..." Her mind was desperately trying to construct a defense, to tell him that Apollo’s love was pure and gentle, but her body was a traitor that spoke a much filthier language.

"Different? No, it’s not different!"

"It’s just that he’s a fucking amateur," Rex sneered, his teeth nipping at her earlobe before he moved his mouth back down to her chest. "He’s sleeping right there, dreaming of some boring, polite life, while you’re lying here getting the real pleasure you’ve been starving for."

"You’re getting everything you ever wanted from a real man, and you’re still trying to lie to me."

"I already know that you can only think about feeling good with your nipples, right?!"

"THA—! THAT’S NOT TRUE!"

’This feeling is... I’m slowly forgetting about...’

He was relentless. He gave her tits no respite, his hands and mouth working in a coordinated assault of licks, squeezes, and pinches.

’...ABOUT RUNNING AWAY!’

He was treating her breasts like a battlefield, and Mireya was losing ground with every passing second. Then, he decided to escalate the torture.

"Heh~? So that means you are enjoying this while thinking of your boyfriend, hm?"

"No... you’re wrong! Mnnnn!"

Rex leaned in, his large hands cupping her breasts so tightly that they were squeezed upward, and he applied a massive amount of pressure. He used his thumbs to press down hard on the base of her nipples while his fingers pulled at the sides.

"Then it means that you felt so good that you forgot about him~!"

The pressure was so intense, so concentrated, that Mireya felt a sensation of pure, white-hot intensity. She could actually feel the tips of her nipples; they were so engorged, so swollen from his attention, that they felt like they were vibrating.

"NO! I DIDN-AHHHNMMNNNN~!"

She looked down through tear-blurred eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. It seemed physically impossible, yet there they were: her nipples were so hard, so incredibly peaked, that they looked like tiny, trembling stones jutting from her skin.

They were shaking with a fine, high-frequency tremor that she could feel deep in her chest. ’The tips of my nipples are shaking...’

"Look at them," Rex commanded, his voice dripping with dark pride as he watched her reaction. He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto the trembling peaks. "Look at how much they’re shaking, Mireya!"

"Your body isn’t lying anymore, and... your mouth can say ’no’ all it wants, but your body is trembling for me!" Rex laughed. "It’s begging for me to keep going!"

"NO! STOP! HAAAHHHHH~!"