novel-bin Chapter 289: A Friction of Wills
Chapter 289: A Friction of Wills
Victoria slowly raised her golden arms to wring out her blonde mane, stretching her entire mature goddess silhouette under the eyes of the 6.3 foot giant.The movement lifted her massive, heavy breasts, their dark areolas and water-swollen nipples pointing obscenely toward the filthy ceiling.
The shower gel foam slid in white trails along her slim waist, licking the curve of her wide hips before flowing between her thighs.
While letting the warm torrent run over her plump lips, she kept talking casually.
"It’s over, Nash," she said as she turned to face him.
As she pivoted in the cramped space, the roundness of her wet ass rubbed heavily against the colossus’s massive thighs. She planted herself firmly, the domes of her breasts crushed against the soaked pecs of the King of the Rats.
"He’s taking back control of the Midnight Rest and he will spread evidence of my past embezzlements and corruptions directly into the league’s network. He wants to blow up my financial license and get me banned from the circuit for life."
The hot water ricocheted off her perfect shoulders to flow in burning streams directly onto Nash’s carved abs. With every word, Victoria’s flat lower belly pressed a little more against the giant’s massive erection, which pointed proudly toward her navel.
"I’m expecting Hector’s ultimatum any minute now. That’s his favorite method: corner you in a total dead end to force your hand. If his plan succeeds, I’ll end up in his private suite in the Upperworld. As his personal sex toy."
Victoria’s voice dropped even lower.
"Hector is a monster of lust. You have no idea what he used to put his maids through in his private apartments. He is a sadistic who enjoys seeing people suffer. And the more you resist, the more he likes it. The only fucking thing that stopped him from actually raping me was our family tree. The fact that I’m his half-sister and that everyone knew it. If he crossed that line, the scandal would destroy his reputation and his empire."
While she poured out these horrors, her hands slowly descended along her own wet thighs. Nash listened, his blood turning black with rage at Hector’s actions, but his eyes were unable to tear themselves away from the sight of this perfect body.
His cock, now even bigger, hard as iron and ridged with bulging veins, beat a furious rhythm, its head knocking against Victoria’s shaved mound with every throb.
Victoria noticed. She subtly slid her hand downward, reaching for the soap bottle on the ledge, to work up a thick, creamy lather between her fingers. Her blue eyes fixed directly on the monster of flesh throbbing between them under the water spray. A cynical, provocative smile stretched her lips.
"You like what you’re hearing, Nash? Or is it just my doomed body making your veins swell like that?"
She crouched slightly, breaking the distance, and then, boom. Her warm, soapy hand wrapped firmly around Nash’s cock.
She began stroking him slowly, her palm sliding along the veiny shaft, pulling the skin upward in a fluid motion all the way to the crown of the glans already oozing a clear drop of precum.
The giant held his breath, his muscles tensing like steel cables under the torture of this wet caress.
"I’m fucked, Nash," she murmured, slightly speeding up the back-and-forth motion, her heavy breasts swaying in rhythm with her hand. "The trap is closed. Blacklist will collapse sooner or later. But you’ve already done enough, people won’t ignore you. Take your power to win, and run to the Upperworld before the fire burns down your hangar. But there’s one thing I want... my last big ’fuck you’ to Hector. I want to give my virginity to someone else. As long as I stay untouched, I’m still his precious little prize. If he finds out I got fucked raw by the King of the Rats in the underground... it’ll disgust him for life"
Nash hadn’t retreated an inch. He let her jerk him off for a few more seconds, savoring the divine friction of her soapy hand against his burning flesh, before planting his fierce green eyes directly into her sapphires.
He understood everything now. The strange behavior, the provocations... she was planning her bad end again.
In a quick movement, he stopped the motion of her hand. His massive fingers locked around her wrists like cuffs, and he raised her.
His cock, freed and covered in foam, slammed against Victoria’s lower belly with a wet smack.
"You done talking shit, Victoria?" the giant growled. "I already told you what I think of women who give themselves to me out of desperation or to settle scores. I don’t give a fuck about Hector’s history or his so-called power. I crawled through the worst shit in this world to build my throne, and I’m not letting go of someone with the balls to walk at my level."
He tightened his grip on her wrists, his drooling cock pressing hard against her shaved slit through the flowing water.
"I walk with you to the end, Victoria. We don’t run, and you don’t break just to spite him. If your piece-of-shit brother thinks he can just come down here and claim what is mine, we are going to teach him exactly how painful the bite of a street rat can be."
A deep silence fell over the shower block, broken only by the erratic hammering of hot water against the floor.
Nash still held Victoria’s wrists, their chests rising and falling at the same rhythm, their hot breaths mingling in the suffocating steam of the locker room.
Victoria’s dazzling azure eyes underwent a complete transformation. All the coldness and bossy arrogance seemed to melt away instantly to make place for tenderness that she had never once exhibited to anybody. She repeated his last words in a soft whisper.
"What’s yours...?"
Her perfect, moist lips broke into an honest smile. She raised her shining eyes to look up at the giant’s eyes.
"You’ve become quite bold, you filthy little rat."
The atmosphere was entirely different. This was no longer a last resort act done out of fear of Hector.
Nash slowly loosened his grip, releasing her wrists, but Victoria didn’t step back even an inch. She took advantage of her newfound freedom to grab the shampoo bottle and poured a generous amount into her palms, working up a thick, creamy white lather.
With a fluid motion, she began washing Nash’s massive chest.
Her manicured fingers massaged his rough skin slowly, rolling the soap over his heavy muscles, sliding down his sculpted abs and insistently brushing the bulging veins of his monumental erection.
His cock throbbed furiously under the hot water, its head often knocking against Victoria’s lower belly with every pulse.
Nash let out a deep groan, the muscles in his neck strained like steel cables under the torment of her wet caress. His massive hands dropped to grip her curved hips tightly, thumbs digging into her soft flesh to hold her at a reasonable distance.
"Don’t push it too far, Victoria..." he growled. "It’s already fucking hard enough to resist."
Victoria looked up at him with a... Very different gaze than what she showed a moment ago. Not softness, not relief... Rather, something burning. She refused to retreat, deliberately pressing her shaved pink slit against the base of his burning cock.
"And why should you resist, Nash?" she murmured. "What if we just cross the line right here, right now? Not for business, not to fuck with my asshole brother. Just for you, and me."
Nash frowned.
"I just told you. I refuse to let you sacrifice your body or your virginity for some cheap revenge or personal gain."
Victoria let out a low, mocking laugh, her blue eyes locked on the enormous cock throbbing against her mound. She pressed herself fully against him, crushing the insolent weight of her mature breasts against his pecs.
"Who’s talking about sacrifice or gain, Nash?" she breathed. "Why can’t you accept that I’ve gotten interested in the king of rats, and what every woman find so addictive in you to lose their nature?"
To completely shatter the giant’s backbone, she poured the content of the bottle of soap generously over her mature chest and along her golden hips.
Under the flow of water and the viscous liquid, her skin became ultra-slippery, gleaming brilliantly under the harsh neon lights. She took Nash’s massive hands and forced them onto her heavy breasts and bouncy ass, urging him to rub and massage her lubricated body against his.
Their sexes brushed together obscenely. Nash’s drooling cock slid along her oil-and-water-soaked slit.
"Mmmh..." Victoria moaned softly, grinding her slippery pussy along his thick length. Nash groaned deeply, his fingers sinking harder into her amber flesh as he fought for control.
Their bodies slid and rubbed together, her heavy oiled tits mashing and gliding against his chest while his fat cockhead kept kissing her dripping entrance.
Nash was teetering on the edge, ready to throw everything away and fuck her stupid right here, right now. Three months of resilience about to break right now.
It was the absolute peak of this carnal frenzy. Nash was a split second away from giving in and burying himself inside her when a short-circuit hit his mind.
Finally, all the pieces of the political jigsaw of Apex came together.
His erotic actions came to an abrupt halt, even though he was hard, pressing against her moist pussy. The erotic energy immediately changed to adrenaline.
"Wait... yes... yes!!! That’s it!!!" Nash suddenly shouted. He yanked Victoria hard against him, crushing her slippery, oiled body fully into his massive frame.
"I’ve got him! Hector just made a fatal mistake!"