Rex's smirk widened into a triumphant, predatory grin. He didn't offer a gentle embrace or a soft word of comfort; he didn't care for the romance of the moment. He wanted the conquest.
"That's my icy girl," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I do hope you've improved since the last time we fucked in the inn, hahaha!"
Before she could even catch her breath, Rex's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a sudden, violent strength. He didn't just lead her; he hauled her upward, forcing her to stumble to her feet.
"Hey!" He began to drag her toward the hallway, his stride long and purposeful. "W-what are you—"
"Wait, Rex! Where are we going!?" Mireya stammered, her heart leaping into her throat as she realized the direction they were heading. "Not... not there! Not in his bedroom!"
"Why not?" Rex taunted, glancing back at her with eyes that gleamed with pure, unadulterated malice. "Apollo is right there, Mireya."
