Chapter 984: Chapter 984 Idea
Time melted away. Minutes became hours.
The pool echoed with the sounds of their passionate mating—the wet slaps, desperate gasps, and low growls blending into a symphony of lust.
Alexa’s body arched, her hands clutching at Ross’s broad shoulders, legs wrapping instinctively around him as they moved together in perfect, wild rhythm.
Despite her loud cries of pleasure, astonishingly, no one came to interrupt them. Yet Alexa didn’t care.
The fear of being discovered had long since vanished, replaced by a single, all-consuming thought: Ross.
Every moan, every shiver, every desperate gasp was for him alone.
With him, she could surrender entirely, give herself without hesitation or restraint, and she did—body, mind, and soul.
Ross noticed every reaction, every shiver and every tightening of her muscles, and he matched her movements with unrelenting fervor.
The water around them churned and rippled as they lost themselves in each other, driven by desire, need, and the unspoken bond that tied them together.
By the time they finally pulled apart, exhausted, soaked, and panting, the world outside the pool might as well have ceased to exist.
There was only the two of them—bodies entwined, hearts racing, and a heat between them that no amount of water could cool.
Alexa rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and in that moment, she knew there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, no boundary she wouldn’t cross, as long as she could feel him this close, this intimate, this alive.
"I can’t believe no one heard my screams," Alexa muttered, her voice a shaky whisper as reality caught up to her.
Her face flushed crimson as she remembered how loud she had been, how helplessly she’d lost control of herself.
The echo of her voice still rang faintly in her mind, haunting and embarrassing all at once.
"Well, that’s easy," Ross said lightly.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A soft sound resonated through the air, followed by a faint hum.
The space around them shimmered, and a transparent veil of light expanded outward like rippling water.
It spread across the entire pool area until they stood inside what looked like a giant, shimmering bubble.
Alexa blinked in astonishment. "What... is this?"
Ross gave her that calm, confident smile—the kind that both irritated and intrigued her.
"A little something I invested in," he said. "I’ve poured quite a bit into certain tech companies and private research projects. This is one of their experimental designs—one that’s not exactly available to the public yet."
He tapped a finger against the air, and the shimmering surface glowed faintly.
"Within this dome, sound can’t travel out. It’s completely sealed. No matter how loud anything gets inside, no one beyond the barrier hears a thing." This was of course nothing but a fat lie.
This creation was one of Ross’ tricks in the trade as a cultivator.
Alexa stared at him, realization dawning.
"So..." Her voice trembled slightly. "So when you and my daughter were together... you wanted us to hear it. You wanted me to hear it."
Ross didn’t even flinch. His expression remained composed, unreadable except for the faint curve of his lips.
"I did," he said simply. "And it worked, didn’t it?"
For a long moment, Alexa could only stare at him.
She wanted to say no. She wanted to call him cruel, manipulative, immoral—anything that might dull the truth she was beginning to recognize.
But as she met his eyes, her words died in her throat.
Ross didn’t look smug or taunting.
If anything, there was something quietly deliberate in his gaze, a calm certainty that left her breathless.
Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore—at this very moment, she truly couldn’t imagine life without Ross’s enormous cock.
She was utterly hooked, completely consumed, her body and mind enslaved by the way he filled her so completely.
Every nerve ending, every pulse of pleasure, every shiver that ran through her was a reminder that she had crossed a line she could never go back from.
Only a woman who had felt a monster cock buried deep inside her most intimate place could possibly understand the overwhelming, all-consuming sensations flooding her body.
Her thoughts were a haze of need and craving.
She remembered the way it had stretched her, filled her, taken over her very center, leaving her trembling and gasping in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
Now, the memory alone sent sparks of longing racing through her veins.
She couldn’t imagine a moment without it, couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a body that had not been claimed, not been pushed to the edge, not been made to scream with the intensity of a pleasure so raw and unstoppable.
Every instinct in her screamed for it again, for him again.
She was addicted, enslaved by the sheer size, strength, and presence of Ross inside her, a craving that had burrowed deep into her bones and would never let her go.
The thought of life without this—the burning, relentless need for him, for the way he owned her completely—was unbearable.
She had crossed a line and she knew that her past normal life was no more.
***
A week had passed, and Ross continued his entangled relationship with the three women.
His affair with Alexa remained a secret, though he knew all too well that secrets had a way of revealing themselves at the most unexpected moments.
Yet he didn’t care—he was confident that, no matter what happened, he and his women would always come out unscathed.
His identity remained hidden from the world, known only to his women, and he relished the anonymity that life in Chicago afforded him at this time.
But, as with all good things, even this had its limits.
"Ross, it’s my mother’s birthday this Sunday. I want to introduce you to them," Nina said one day, her voice tinged with both excitement and nervous anticipation.
"Sure," Ross replied smoothly. "I’ll be there—and I’ll bring gifts as well."
Afterward, he allowed his divine sense to sweep outward, effortlessly locating Nina’s mother.
A subtle, knowing smile curved his lips as he did, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction flickering in his eyes.