10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 135 - Seeing Her Addiction Closely

The highway stretched outside the tinted windows in a dark, endless blur.

Inside the sleek leather interior of the car, silence reigned.

Except for her.

Seleyena sat beside him, her shoulders tense, her chin dipped low.

Her lashes fluttered over downcast eyes. Her lips parted, drawing in shaky, uneven breaths.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic pulls. Beneath her skirt, her thighs pressed firmly together, trembling slightly as she tried to contain the wet, throbbing ache pooling between her legs.

Cruxius sat completely relaxed. His arm was draped around her back, mirroring a lover’s casual embrace.

But his hand roaming her front was far from tender.

It was a claim.

His long fingers molded over her breast right through the thin fabric of her blouse. He used slow, deep squeezes, testing her weight, making the cotton stretch tight across her chest with every kneading motion. His thumb found the hardened peak, circling the sensitive nub again and again. He didn’t stop until her nipple was a stiff, prominent pebble pushing visibly against the cloth, aching for friction.

"Mmh—"

A wet sound slipped past her lips—half gasp, half helpless moan.

She immediately bit down on her lower lip, trying to swallow the noise back.

Her hips gave a subtle twitch against the leather seat. Her breath stuttered as his palm flattened over her breast, dragging downward to massage the radiating heat right out of her flushed skin.

"Shhh," he whispered close to her ear, though he didn’t even bother looking at her.

His cold, dark eyes were fixed entirely on the glowing screen of his phone.

Cool, calm devil.

Cruxius stared at the screen, typing out commands with the same hand that wasn’t busy groping her soft curves. Cold. Calculated.

> "Throw petrol throughout the villa and set it ablaze at 3 a.m. No sooner, no later. Everything must be burned down and made to look like a cylinder mishap." <

>

He typed the message as a calculated trigger. It was a setup he needed to awaken Seleyena’s dormant powers. In her last life, they had only surfaced after she nearly burned to death in a hospital fire, but that had come with a months-long delay.

He didn’t have time to wait. He was going to manufacture the exact trauma needed for her awakening right here.

And if the flames took her and she died? It didn’t matter.

He could simply return.

While typing, he sensed the hesitation from the person on the other end of the line, a pause born of sheer terror. It prompted him to type a second command.

> "I will jump out of the window at the right time—so do the job properly, Darithi." <

>

Send.

He finally locked the screen and turned his attention back to Seleyena. His gaze drifted downward, watching the way her chest hitched. Her clothes were tightening, molding perfectly to the shape of his fingers under her blouse. Her breaths were short, her chest slick with a sheen of sweat, like she was suffocating from a heat she couldn’t name.

He watched her squirm.

A slow smirk touched his lips.

Then, without a single word of warning, he unwrapped his hand from her breast and pulled away.

She gave a pathetic little whimper at the sudden loss of contact, her peaks still visibly jutting through the fabric, begging for his touch.

Before her clouded mind could process the distance, he moved. He pulled her close, scooping her up effortlessly into a princess carry. Her soft body felt weightless against his chest, her breath catching hard in her throat.

The car rolled to a smooth stop.

Outside, the sea wind howled—sharp, salty, and biting cold.

The massive villa stood before them, a white, empty monument waiting in the dark.

He stepped out into the night with her cradled against him like a newlywed bride. Yet, there was nothing gentle in the rigid grip of his arms.

His eyes didn’t bother to meet hers as they walked up the steps toward the grand door. But his voice reached her, a dark whisper that seemed to slide straight into her bloodstream.

He paused, tilting her chin up with a firm knuckle, forcing her tear-glossed eyes to meet his.

His smile was slow. Inevitable. Predatory.

"You’re going to scream soon, Seleyena," he murmured, the double meaning hanging heavy in the freezing air. Soon, she would be screaming from the agonizing heat of his claim, and later, from the inferno.

"Try not to bite your tongue."

The heavy double doors slammed shut behind them, sealing like the lid of a stone tomb. Silence reclaimed the space—dense and oppressive. It was broken only by the frantic, wet sound of her quickening breath.

Cruxius didn’t waste a second.

Seleyena barely had time to suck in a gasp before he shoved her against the inside wall. Her back hit the cool, polished marble with a solid thud. One of his thighs pushed aggressively between hers, forcing her legs apart to expose her core.

Her blouse was still fully buttoned.

He didn’t bother undressing her. With a single, brutal yank, he tore the fabric open. The buttons popped, scattering across the slick floor like a handful of tossed dice.

"C-Cruxius?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with startled panic.

He offered no answer.

His mouth dropped immediately, latching onto her right breast. He sucked hard, pulling the sensitive flesh past his lips with zero patience. There was no gentle build-up. Her soft body jolted, her spine arching off the wall as she threw her head back.

"Aahhh! W-wait—i-it’s... too sudden...!"

"You knew what was coming," he growled right against her skin. His voice was muffled as he bit down on the swollen peak—first a teasing nip, then a sharp, grounding bite. "You walked in here with those marks still fresh."

Her crisp doctor’s coat slipped halfway down her arms, the sleeves trapping her elbows and hanging like heavy white chains. His hands were everywhere now. They roamed her waist, gripping the soft curve of her hips before yanking her skirt high up her thighs. His fingers dug into the plush meat of her ass with greedy, bruising force.

Her body ran hot. Her exposed nipples were already a glaring, swollen red from his rough, wet suckling. When he finally pulled his mouth away, the chill of the empty foyer hit her spit-slicked skin, making her shiver and whimper.

"You think I’d let you walk around with these tits out," he murmured, bringing a hand up to give the side of her breast a firm, stinging slap, "and not fuck you stupid again?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her lips parted, breathless and trembling. "I—I didn’t think—"

"Exactly," he hissed, pushing his weight flush against her.

His hands moved down to his own belt.

Click.

Zzzp.

She could only stare, her heart thudding against her exposed ribs.

He unzipped his dark pants with deliberate slowness, keeping his eyes locked on her flushed face with that same predator’s smirk. Then he reached inside. His fingers curled around the heavy weight, pulling it free into the open air.

His cock sprang loose, thick and incredibly full. It was veiny and tinted a dark, angry purple from the rushing blood. The long, slightly curved shaft pulsed faintly, throbbing against his abdomen in the cold room.

The broad head was swollen and deeply flushed, already glistening.

A thick drop of slick precum hung precariously from the slit, catching the dim light.

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