Chapter 1257. The Dead Husband Get To See The Breaking Moments of His Wife!**

Chapter 1257: 1257. The Dead Husband Get To See The Breaking Moments of His Wife!**

Rex didn’t go for her mouth first. Instead, he leaned over her with a predator’s deliberate slowness, lowering his pelvis until his cock thick as a forearm and throbbing with dark, angry veins was inches from her face.

With a wet, heavy THWACK, he pressed the heated flesh against her cheek, forcing her head to turn sideways from the sheer mass of it.

Borius, suspended in his spectral agony, stared with eyes wide enough to burst. In his mortal life, he had been a man of delicate constitution; his own cock had been modest, almost apologetic, compared to this monstrous weapon of conquest.

Seeing it now glistening with pre-cum and pulsing like a living creature sent a shockwave of inadequacy through his dead soul.

"What... what kind of devilry is this?" Borius wheezed, his ghostly voice cracking. "That thing... it’s not human!"

Rex felt the power surging through him. The intoxicating, musky stench of Valentina’s juices—sharp, salty, and dripping with arousal—was acting like an aphrodisiac straight to his bloodstream.

His cock felt larger than ever, swollen to its absolute limit by the pheromones flooding the room. He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Valentina’s dazed expression.

"It’s not human, old man," Rex mocked, his voice dripping with venom. "It’s what a real man looks like."

"Something you couldn’t even dream of giving her."

Valentina’s pupils dilated. The surrender she had just declared in her mind didn’t stop her body from reacting to the primal stimulus.

Instead of recoiling in disgust as her pride would have demanded, she leaned forward. Her nose brushed against the sensitive head of his cock, and she took a deep, shuddering inhale of his musk.

SNIIIIFF.

Rex let out a booming, cruel laugh that shook the bedframe. "Whoa! Look at that!"

"After all that crying about dignity, you’re way too fucking hungry for cock, huh?"

"You’re practically salivating like a bitch in heat!"

"Shut up..." Valentina hissed through clenched teeth, though there was no conviction in her words.

Her voice was thick, her words slurring as her body betrayed her completely. "Just... shut up and fuck me already."

Rex grinned, but beneath his triumphant exterior, his mind was sharp and observant. He noticed something that even Valentina couldn’t hide from his experienced gaze.

As she leaned closer to his cock, her right hand had instinctively slid downward, disappearing beneath the waistband of her torn panties. Her fingers were moving with a frantic, desperate rhythm.

SQUELCH. SLOP.

’Look at her,’ Rex thought with a private, sadistic satisfaction. ’The great Valentina, the paragon of virtue, secretly masturbating while her husband watches her disgrace. ’

’She can’t even wait for me to touch her; she’s already chasing the high.’

"Valentina, stop it! Have some shame!" Borius screamed, his spectral form convulsing as the chains burned into his wrists. "Don’t touch yourself like that in front of me!"

"Don’t let him see you like this!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Valentina’s fingers worked ruthlessly against her swollen clit, her hips bucking slightly in time with her own movements.

The wet sounds of her self-pleasure mingled with the distant rattling of Borius’s chains.

SLOP. SQUISH. SQUISH.

"You can’t stop her, Borius," Rex taunted, reaching down to grab both of her wrists, pinning them above her head to interrupt her illicit pleasure, though he left her legs free to spread. "Her body has its own mind now!"

"And right now, it’s screaming for me to take over what she started."

He shifted his weight, positioning himself between her thighs. The tension in the room was suffocating—a volatile cocktail of grief, rage, supernatural torment, and overwhelming lust.

Valentina’s breathing became a series of broken whimpers as she stared up at Rex, her eyes unfocused, her hand still twitching against her thigh.

"This is going to be unforgettable," Rex whispered, his voice a promise of violence. "I’m going to fuck you so hard your soul will remember it when you’re finally dead, too."

With one violent thrust, he drove himself forward, the sound of his entry echoing like a gunshot in the small room.

PLAP!

Valentina’s scream was ripped from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as the reality of his size tore through her already sensitized flesh.

Minutes later, the room was a battlefield of shattered dignity. Rex had hauled Valentina up, crushing his mouth against hers in a kiss that wasn’t an act of affection but one of absolute conquest.

It was a violent collision of teeth and tongue, Rex biting down hard enough to draw blood from her swollen lips.

MMPH SHHHH.

The metallic taste of blood mingled with their saliva as he claimed her mouth as thoroughly as he had claimed her body.

From his spectral prison, Borius could only watch in paralyzed horror. Tears of pure, ectoplasmic agony streaked down his translucent face.

"No... no, Valentina... please..." he sobbed, his voice cracking like breaking glass. "This isn’t you... this can’t be you..."

But the sight before him was undeniable. He saw the way Valentina’s hands clung to Rex’s muscular shoulders, the way her hips instinctively ground against him during the kiss. She wasn’t fighting.

She was craving it.

The pathetic desperation in her movements told a story more damning than any confession: she was utterly, hopelessly addicted to her own degradation.

When Rex finally broke the kiss, strings of saliva and blood connected them for a heartbeat before snapping.

Valentina’s head fell back, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling, her mouth hanging open in a silent, needy gasp. She looked utterly undone, a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Rex didn’t waste a second. He pulled back just enough to position himself. Borius watched through tear-blurred eyes as Rex’s massive, crimson-flushed cock pressed against the swollen, glistening entrance of Valentina’s pussy.

There was no barrier, no protection, just bare, hot flesh meeting bare, dripping flesh. Valentina made no move to stop him; she didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she spread her legs wider, offering herself up like a sacrificial lamb.

"Watch this, Borius!" Rex roared, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Watch how she takes what she deserves!"

With a guttural grunt of exertion, Rex drove forward.

THWACK SQUELCH.

The impact was so violent that Valentina’s entire body jolted. He didn’t stop at one thrust; he drove her backward with a relentless, piston-like force until her spine slammed hard against the bedroom wall.

THUD.

"AAAAHHHHHHH...! HAAAAAAHHNNN~!!" Valentina’s scream was a primal thing, a long, sustained wail that tore through the air.

The force of his thrusts was so brutal that her head bounced off the wall with each impact.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Rex was relentless. He fucked her with a savage rhythm that seemed designed to break bones rather than provide pleasure.

Each thrust was deep, hitting her cervix with enough force to make her vision blur.

SLOP. SLAP. SLOP. SLAP.

The sound of their coupling was obscene: the wet, rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her ass echoing like hammer blows.

"Yes! Take it all!" Rex growled, his muscles rippling under his tan skin as he worked her like a machine. "Tell me how it feels!"

"Tell your dead husband how good it feels to be filled by a real man!"

"I... I can’t... OH GOD! YES! MORE! MORE!" Valentina screamed, her voice breaking into incoherent moans. "Harder, Master! Please, break me!"

"Break me fucking apart!" Her fingers clawed at the wallpaper, tearing strips of it away as she arched her back, seeking more of the pain.

Rex made sure to maintain eye contact with Borius throughout the onslaught. He wanted the ghost to see every twitch of Valentina’s muscles, every spasm of her climaxing cunt, every drop of sweat that flew from his brow.

He delivered each thrust like a final blow, a killing stroke meant to annihilate whatever remained of Borius’s memory of his wife.

"Look at her face, Borius!" Rex shouted over the sounds of Valentina’s ecstatic agony. "Look at the ecstasy in her eyes while you rot in hell!"

Borius could only wail, his ghostly form flickering erratically as the sheer psychic trauma of the scene threatened to unravel his very existence.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet friction, breaking bones, and the haunting, endless screams of a woman who had found her twisted version of paradise in the arms of a monster.