Chapter 134 (Fixed)

Milady’s smirk turned straight up evil. Before Ray could even process what was happening, she brought her right foot up and kicked him hard right in the inside of his knee.

The bathroom tiles were slick with soap. Ray’s footing instantly snapped. His heavy frame lost balance, sending him pitching forward, almost face-planting onto the wet floor.

"Fuck—!" Ray spat, barely catching his weight with an elbow that slammed onto the wet tiles with a dull thud. A sharp, stinging ache shot right up his bruised knee.

Milady didn’t give him a fucking second to breathe. Before Ray could pull himself back up or retaliate, her small hand shot out and clamped tight around his hard, throbbing dick. Her cool fingers squeezed the burning base, yanked him close, while her other hand slammed onto his shoulder, pulling his head down by force.

Milady smothered his mouth in a brutal, violent kiss.

Zero warmth. Zero romance. Just teeth clashing, aggressive tongue-swapping, and a foul, toxic mix of lust. Milady bit down hard on Ray’s bottom lip, making him wince straight into her mouth, stealing that flash of pain and turning it into her own sick victory.

Down below, Milady’s left hand started stroking his cock with a death grip. Her movement was fast, rough, and completely merciless—deliberately abusing how overly sensitive his shaft was at the edge of blowing. She didn’t leave a single gap for Ray to pull air into his lungs or snatch back control.

"Mmmph—!" Ray groaned, muffled right against her lips. His knee was still throbbing from the slip, but the tight, ruthless pump on his dick was fucking melting his entire nervous system.

Ray forced his weight back onto his legs, ignoring the sharp sting in his knee as he dragged himself up, getting back onto his knees between Milady’s thighs. His thick hands clamped around her small shoulders, fully intending to put a stop to her crazy rampage. But his muscles completely gave out on him; the way her hand was pumping and grinding his shaft felt way too fucking good, pinning him right in place and leaving him powerless to back off.

Milady broke the kiss on her own terms, leaving a thin thread of spit snapping between their lips. Her breath was coming out hitched, her unhinged eyes staring Ray down with pure, twisted satisfaction.

"Who the fuck told you you could move first, dog?" Milady hissed sharp, her voice raspy and shaking from her own built-up heat.

Her right hand slowly slid down from his shoulder, dragging across his chest that was still marked with dried cum, coming to a stop right over his chest. Her nails pinched Ray’s rock-hard nipple, twisting it raw with a sharp, cruel press.

Ray jolted hard. His back arched stiff, a heavy, wrecked groan ripping out of his throat as the sharp bite on his chest blended perfectly with the rough, relentless pounding on his dick.

"How’s that feel, Ray?" Milady sneered, getting off on how his body was completely breaking down. Her hand kept pumping him below while her top fingers ruthlessly pinched and rolled his nipple without an ounce of pity. "Thought you were gonna ruin me? Why are you down on your knees choking on your own breath now?"

Ray’s teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached, the sound lost under the heavy roar of the shower. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to grab her skinny wrists, twist them back, and slam her down onto the wet tiles until she remembered who she was dealing with. He was bigger, stronger, and completely capable of overpowering her in half a second.

Yet, he didn’t move.

His palms stayed pressed against her small, delicate shoulders, feeling the rapid, chaotic pulse radiating from her skin. Milady’s right hand was still brutally twisting his nipple, her sharp nails digging into the sensitive flesh, while her left hand kept up that tight, punishing stroke along his shaft. It hurt. It stung. It was completely degrading.

And yet, a dark, hot surge of sick pleasure shot straight down his spine, making his stomach flip.

’It’s just biological,’ Ray lied to himself, his mind frantically spinning into overdrive just to rationalize the way his hips were twitching into her hand. ’Cognitive dissonance. That’s all this is. The brain reinterprets physical pain as arousal when the nervous system is overloaded with endorphins. Anyone would react like this under extreme sensory stimulation.’

He closed his eyes, inhaling the thick steam and her intoxicating scent, desperately clinging to his mental gymnastics.

’Besides, human nature is inherently built on the desire for submission,’ he thought, forcing psychological terms into his head to cover up the embarrassing reality that he was simply horny as hell and completely hooked on her. ’It’s a fundamental psychological drive. The burden of total agency is exhausting. Submitting control to a dominant force provides emotional relief—a temporary suspension of ego responsibility. It’s basic masochistic adaptation. I’m just observing the phenomenon.’

He was full of shit, and deep down, he knew it. He wasn’t conducting a psychological experiment. He was rapidly falling for the bratty, unhinged girl in front of him, getting completely addicted to her spite, her heat, and the poisonous way she made his blood boil.

"Look at you," Milady whispered, her voice dripping with toxic venom as she leaned close to his ear, her thumb brutally grinding the head of his cock. "Quiet. Obedient. Thinking so hard just to pretend you’re not loving every second of this."

That snapped him out of it.

The idea of being completely mastered—of actually becoming the pathetic, submissive dog she kept calling him—sent a jolt of pure rebellion straight through his system. Coping through psychological theories was one thing, but actually surrendering his pride? Hell no. Never. He’d rather drown in this bathroom than let her fully break his neck.

Ray’s eyes snapped open, blazing with dark, dangerous intent.

"You talk too much shit for someone whose knees are still shaking," Ray growled, his voice a low, ruined rasp.

Ignoring the stinging ache in his nipple and the brutal friction below, Ray suddenly locked his hands around her waist. His grip was broad, heavy, and unforgiving, digging into her ribs. He didn’t pull back. Instead, he shoved himself forward, using his weight to pin her back against the wet chair, invading her space until their chests were flushed tight against each other.

The toxic dynamic was like a drug in his veins, a high he couldn’t step away from. He wasn’t going to submit, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away. They were both trapped in this sick, addicted loop, poisoning each other and loving every second of it.

Milady’s eyes narrowed into dark, vicious slits as she registered his defiance. Instead of backing down, her left hand tightened its death-grip around his throbbing shaft, her cool fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh so hard it bordered on agony. She didn’t just stroke him—she palmed the heavy head, grinding her thumb right over the wet, leaking slit with a brutal, deliberate pressure.

"You think so?" Milady purred dangerously, her voice a poisonous thread of mock affection right against his jaw. "You think you’re still in control just because you can push your weight around, Ray? Look at you. You’re kneeling in my mess, trembling like a fucking—"

She shoved him back to emphasize her point, her heel digging into the tile while her weight shifted abruptly on the plastic shower chair.

It was a fatal miscalculation.

The combination of running water, soap, and the sudden shift in leverage caused the chair’s legs to buckle. The plastic seat shot out from underneath her with a sharp, squealing scrape against the wet porcelain.

Milady gasped as her center of gravity vanished. Panicking, her nails dug into Ray’s shoulders, dragging his heavy frame down with her. Ray’s footing instantly gave out on the slick tiles as he tried to catch her, his bruised knee buckling completely.

Time seemed to slow into a chaotic blur. The roar of the shower was drowned out by the harsh sound of bodies colliding in midair. Ray twisted his torso instinctively, trying to cushion her fall, but the momentum was too violent. Milady’s grip on his cock snapped away as her arms flailed, her head whipping back toward the sharp edge of the tiled wall.

Ray lunged forward to shield her neck, his hand shooting out to block the corner, but his own weight surged on top of her. They crashed toward the hard, flooded floor in a tangle of limbs—a split second away from a brutal impact.