Chapter 1090. She Thought That I’m Not Interested With Old Hag... She’s Wrong!**

Chapter 1090: 1090. She Thought That I’m Not Interested With Old Hag... She’s Wrong!**

"If I..." she started, her voice cracking. She swallowed hard, tasting salt from her tears. "If I accept this."

"If I... if I take care of your needs... if I give you what you want..." Her eyes searched his, desperate for any sign of deception. "Will you really save the Nightwing household?"

"Will you ensure we are cleared of any trouble that Theo makes?"

"Will you protect us from the consequences of his failures?"

Rex didn’t hesitate. He nodded once, a sharp, decisive movement.

"Of course I will."

"I’ll clean up every mess... I’ll erase every mistake!"

"I’ll make the Nightwing name feared and respected again, rather than pitied."

Morwenna grabbed his wrist, her grip desperate, almost painful. "You’re not lying to me, are you?"

"You’re not just saying this to break me before you discard me like trash?"

Rex leaned in until their foreheads touched. His eyes were twin pools of darkness, promising both salvation and ruin.

He reached up with his free hand and gently patted her shoulder, a patronizing yet oddly comforting gesture that made her heart ache.

"I’m telling you the truth, Morwenna," he said, his voice dropping to that intimate, dangerous purr. "You can trust me."

"On everything I own, on everything I am."

The dam finally broke. Morwenna let out a long, shuddering moan, a sound that was half sob and half surrender.

The weight of her decision settled over her like a shroud. She had sold her soul to save her name, and as Rex’s hands began to roam more boldly, claiming territory she had never allowed anyone to touch, she knew there was no turning back.

"Then prove it," she whispered against his lips, her voice raw with shame and a rising, involuntary arousal. "Prove you’re worth the price I’m paying."

Morwenna felt like her entire world was fracturing. Her body was betraying her in ways she couldn’t control; her hands fidgeted against the fine silk of her skirts, her knees twitching involuntarily as adrenaline and terror fought for dominance.

A muscle in her jaw leapt. Every instinct she had honed over decades, every ounce of Nightwing pride, screamed at her to slap him, to strike him down, to flee.

But she was paralyzed by the cold reality: she had already lost. She had lost the political war, she had lost control over her granddaughter, and now she was losing control over herself.

The humiliation was a physical ache in her chest. She was the matriarch, the pillar of Aethelgard, and here she was, bargaining her flesh for the survival of a house that had already begun to rot from within.

"Fine..." she whispered, the word feeling like broken glass in her throat. "Fine! I understand."

"The terms are set."

A slow, wickedly triumphant smile spread across Rex’s face. It wasn’t the smile of a lover; it was the smile of a conqueror who had finally breached the final fortress.

"You’re the absolute best, Morwenna," he crooned, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "I knew you were smart enough to see the value in this."

Without another word of negotiation, he moved. His hands, large and possessive, descended on her with bruising force.

He grabbed her massive breasts through the fabric of her gown, squeezing them with a rough, demanding grip that forced a sharp gasp from her lungs.

"Then let’s get started right away!" he declared, his eyes burning with a ravenous hunger that promised no mercy.

"Ah...! W-wait... mmmph!" Morwenna’s head snapped back as the sudden contact sent electricity shooting through her nerves.

The combination of shame and the unexpected stimulation made her hips jerk involuntarily. "Nnngh... ahh..."

Her breath came in ragged, uneven stutters. "Rex... stop... ah... it’s... it’s hard to... mmm... to relax here, in this office..."

Her hands came up to push at his chest, but her fingers lacked conviction; they seemed to linger against the fabric of his shirt instead of shoving him away. Her own body was already responding to his dominance, a traitorous heat blooming between her thighs despite her mental anguish.

"Let’s... let’s go to the bedroom..." she managed to whimper, her voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as he kneaded her flesh again. "Please... not here... not where anyone could... ahh! Nnnh!"

Rex threw his head back and let out a booming, unrestrained laugh that echoed off the vaulted ceilings of the study. "Hahahaha~!"

"Now that’s the spirit of negotiation I like to see!" His laughter was mocking, savoring every ounce of her discomfort and her budding arousal. "To the bedroom then, my Queen."

"Let’s see if you’re as magnificent behind closed doors as you are in this chair."

He didn’t wait for her to walk. He wrapped one arm around her waist, hauling her up from the chair with effortless strength, and pressed her body flush against his.

Morwenna let out a whimper that dissolved into a long, shaky moan as his thigh pressed between hers.

"Mmmmnnn... ahh..." she cried out softly as they stumbled toward the door, her legs feeling like water. "You’re... you’re a devil, Rex..."

"And you’re mine," he whispered back against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, making her shriek softly in a mix of fear and desperate, unwanted need.

The heavy oak doors of the master bedroom had closed with a finality that sounded like a guillotine blade dropping. Inside, the only sound was the crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic, wet sounds of fabric sliding against skin.

Morwenna sat on the edge of the expansive silk-covered bed, her back turned to the room. She had stripped away the layers of her matriarchal authority, leaving herself exposed in nothing but a delicate lace bra and panties that felt absurdly fragile against her skin.

Her fingers trembled as she smoothed them over her thighs, trying to steady herself.

Behind her, she could hear Rex. The rustle of his clothes, the metallic click of his belt being undone, and the heavy thud of his boots hitting the floor each felt like a hammer blow to her dignity.

’To think I’d be a substitute for the one who caused all of this trouble and chaos,’ she thought bitterly, staring at the flickering shadows on the wall.

Her mind drifted to Theo, to the scandals and the debts that had brought this monster into her sanctum. ’Am I really just a pawn to pay off a boy’s debts?’

A wave of self-consciousness washed over her, colder than the night air. ’Are boys these days really aroused by an old-aged woman like me...?’

She closed her eyes tight. She knew she wasn’t a girl, but the Nightwing bloodline carried a peculiar curse of longevity; her skin remained taut, and her curves remained full despite the years.

Her white hair, though stark against her tanned skin, only added to her regal, almost otherworldly appearance. Yet, in her own mind, she felt ancient.

’My body is flabby and soft...’

’I just hope he gets turned off when he sees me properly.’

’If he sees how... how human I am, maybe he’ll lose interest.’

’Maybe he’ll leave me alone.’

Driven by a perverse curiosity she couldn’t suppress, Morwenna tilted her head slightly, stealing a glance over her shoulder. Her breath hitched audibly.

Rex stood in the center of the room, bathed in the amber glow of the firelight. He was completely bare, his skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat.

Her eyes traced the powerful architecture of his back, the way his lats flared like wings, the deep groove running down his spine, and the rippling muscles of his shoulders that moved with feline grace as he stretched. He looked like a god carved from bronze, raw and terrifyingly virile.

"Nnngh..." A small, involuntary sound escaped her throat—a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.

"What’s wrong, Morwenna?" Rex’s voice rumbled behind her, vibrating through the mattress. "Cat got your tongue? Or did you finally realize what you’re about to get into?"

"I... I was just..." she stammered, quickly turning her head away, her face flushing crimson. "I was thinking about the consequences."

"Forget the consequences," Rex commanded, stepping closer.

She could hear his bare feet padding softly across the carpet. "Tonight, there is only sensation."

The bed groaned as he climbed on behind her. The heat pouring off his body was immediate, an overwhelming furnace that made her skin prickle.

When his chest pressed against her bare back, Morwenna let out a sharp, startled cry. "Ah! Rex—"

"Shh," he hushed her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against his hard planes.

His hands wandered upward, the rough callouses of his palms dragging over her ribs. "Don’t fight it."

"Your body is already screaming for me."

"I’m not... mmmph... I’m not screaming for you," she lied, though as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, a long, traitorous moan tore from her lips.

"Ahh... hnnn... please..."

"Please, what?" he whispered hoarsely against her ear. "Please stop? Or please don’t stop?"

His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers deft and impatient. "Let’s see if you’re as soft as you think you are."

"Ahhh! Nnngh, oh god..." As the lace loosened and her breasts were freed from the cool air and his hot breath, Morwenna buried her face in her hands.

She was terrified, she was ashamed, but as Rex’s tongue swiped across her shoulder blade, a deep, primal moan rumbled from her chest. "Mmmmnnn... ahhh... you’re... you’re ruining me..."