10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 132 - Thalia Caught Her Man Cheating on Her
But he silenced her instantly. Not with brutal force. With absolute precision.
A dark, victorious smile tugging at his lips as he clearly saw how her massive professional walls had finally, completely crumbled.
He caught her sharp jaw firmly in one hand, tilting her flushed face exactly until her swollen lips were close enough to taste—and gave her a very deliberate kiss. Small. Highly calculated. A soft brush far more than a demanding press.
But it melted instantly into something incredibly deeper and filthier as he moved his other large hand up again, directly between her bare, heavy breasts.
His rough thumb and forefinger sharply pinched the exact same sensitive nipple before pulling it cruelly, exactly as he had teased her before—but much harder this time.
Her body jerked violently. A high, desperate gasp tore completely from her throat, her bare legs tightening instinctively around his muscular thigh as her mouth broke wetly away from his kiss.
That abused nipple—deep red and incredibly swollen now, stretched painfully between his rough fingers—throbbed exactly like it had a frantic pulse of its own.
The soft flesh around it quivered helplessly. She winced sharply, her head tipping heavily back onto his shoulder, her tearful dark eyes shining with overwhelmed lust. Her breath was incredibly shaky.
"Haaah....Haaah..." She was panting heavily now, her chest heaving, and she absolutely hated how much she loved it.
He leaned in, wetly kissing the sharp edge of her jaw while his calculating gaze shifted smoothly towards the window.
’What absolutely perfect timing.’
The sudden ruckus and the sleek fleet of vehicles pulling up made it perfectly clear that Ermond and Thalia had just arrived.
A dark, brilliant smile formed on his lips as his beautiful actor—Seleyena—was completely, perfectly prepared; he would absolutely, definitely reward her thoroughly for this performance later.
The absolute biggest proof of her total willingness to completely cross the heavy line of shame for him was her own desperate approach to removing her blouse.
So, for him, couldn’t she just easily tell a few little lies to completely shatter Thalia?
"I absolutely want you to prove exactly how much you love me, Seleyena," he said incredibly softly—his dark voice almost a religious prayer now, but it carried massive weight. Absolute possession. The exact kind that absolutely wouldn’t be satisfied with just pretty words.
He leaned in deeply before biting her sensitive earlobe hard, clearly causing her entire body to flinch violently with pleasure. With one hand still heavily cupping her bare, flushed breast—which she had desperately offered by taking the shameful initiative to remove her blouse—her dark eyes were squeezed tightly closed and her head tilted away, absolutely not wanting to look down due to pure, overwhelming embarrassment.
She was just entirely there to hear his dark voice, completely forgetting exactly who she was because of his massive, constant, overwhelming presence in her life.
She would have intensely hated him if it were entirely his fault, but it was absolutely she who had desperately pounced on him that first night.
Exactly as if her treacherous body had permanently chosen him.
And her broken, breathless voice completely confirmed it.
"I... will."
The air in the sterile hospital room felt brutally colder than it should. The kind of biting chill that settled deep into the bones, completely at odds with the thick, heavy scent of musk and lingering heat still trapped in the enclosed space.
Thalia didn’t move at first. She stood frozen, even after Ermond retreated, closing the heavy door behind him with a soft, decisive click that sounded like a lock snapping shut.
Cruxius sat upright, long legs lazily crossed beneath the thin hospital blanket. He looked entirely too relaxed, his dark gaze half-lidded and satiated as he watched her in absolute silence. The flickering fluorescent light above cast shifting, predatory shadows over his sharp jawline—unreadable and completely unapologetic.
He finally broke the suffocating quiet, his tone a low, raspy drawl.
"You saw, didn’t you?"
Thalia’s chin lifted slowly. Her beautiful features didn’t crack—stubbornly composed as always—but her pitch was painfully tight.
"I did. Not surprised, though. That’s exactly who you are, right? Cruxius Blac. Always taking whatever, or whoever, he wants."
There was pure venom lacing her words. But it wasn’t a fresh sting—it tasted like something dark and heavy, dredged up from deeply infected wounds.
Before the billionaire could reply, a desperate voice cut in.
"It wasn’t his fault!" Seleyena’s pitch wavered slightly as she stepped deeper into the room. Her unbuttoned white coat swished behind her like a ghost’s trailing veil, doing a terrible job of hiding the mess beneath. Her dilated pupils darted between the two of them, nervous and far too wide.
"I... I kissed him," she stammered quickly—way too quickly. "Don’t blame him for any of it. It was my mistake."
Thalia pivoted slowly toward the doctor, an unimpressed, mocking arch to her delicate brow. Her glossy lips curled into something suspended between a broken smirk and a feral snarl. Her emerald gaze dipped downward with clinical precision—scanning Seleyena’s hastily bunched blouse. She immediately noticed the lack of a bra, the way the doctor’s prominent, stiffened nipples blatantly peaked against the wrinkled silk, the faint smudge of ruined lipstick smeared near her chin, and the visibly trembling fingers she hopelessly tried to hide in her pockets.
Then Thalia clicked her tongue. Once. Soft. Utterly dismissive.
She snapped her glare back to Cruxius.
"So, you finally found another toy to enjoy, huh?"
Cruxius didn’t even blink.
He merely observed her, steady and dominant. He tilted his dark head, the barest trace of a wicked, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I am like that," he agreed smoothly. "You’re certainly not wrong."
Then came the calculated dagger.
"But why does it matter to you?"
Thalia flinched.
Something raw in her throat caught painfully. Her slender digits twitched at her sides, grazing the fabric of her denim jeans before curling tightly into small, helpless fists. But she didn’t answer him.
Not initially.
And then her fragile control snapped.
"What matters is what you did to me!" she screamed, the sudden force of her outburst cracking the heavy silence like a physical whip.
She took a fierce step forward, her chest heaving visibly with every ragged breath, emerald eyes shining brightly with absolute rage—and something deeply vulnerable beneath it.
"You—you just used me!" she shouted again, each jagged syllable thrown like a heavy stone from a shaking hand. "Do you actually think I forgot? That night... when my own sister drugged me, you—" her pitch broke, just a pathetic fraction, "—you didn’t stop it. You didn’t stop yourself from taking my body. You completely ruined me!"
She looked like she wanted to brutally punch his smug face.
To slap him until her palm bled. To scream until the violation finally drained out of her system.
But instead, her rigid posture sagged slightly in defeat. Her white-knuckled fists loosened, the rise and fall of her breasts erratic and ragged.
A singular tear welled in her left eye, and she furiously wiped the moisture away with a violent swipe of her sleeve, grinding her teeth together.
"I hate this," she muttered brokenly. "I fucking hate you."
She spun sharply on her heel, her leather boots clicking harshly against the linoleum tile as she aggressively moved to escape.
But she never made it to the doorway.
"It was me!"
