Supreme Authority

Chapter 3

Without warning, Alex surged forward, unleashing a furious punch directly at Jack's face.

His knuckles collided with a nauseating crack against Jack's jaw, sending him sprawling from the bed.

Jack's manhood slipped abruptly from Olivia, popping free like a cork from a champagne bottle—without the celebration.

“You bastard!” Alex roared, voice shaking with rage.

“You dare lust after my sister and my wife? You dare make videos fantasizing about them? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll kill you right here!”

He hurled himself onto Jack, pinning him mercilessly against the cold floor, fists raining down with relentless fury, each strike driven by pure, blinding anger.

Jack's face contorted grotesquely under the brutal assault; pain robbed him of even the strength to scream.

Alex could feel his body betraying him, suppressing his true strength, limiting him to less than a fraction of his power—but even this should be enough to finish this scum.

Fueled by sheer rage, he fought against the invisible chains binding his strength, forcing his weakened limbs to strike again and again, determined that this bastard would finally learn his lesson.

“Alex?!” Olivia gasped, pulling the blanket hastily around herself, her eyes wide with terror.

“What the hell—how—what are you doing here?! You’re going to kill him!”

Alex’s gaze turned ice-cold as he glared at her.

“You filthy bitch,” he growled. “You should be grateful I don’t hit women. Sleep around all you want—I couldn’t care less. But you should’ve never schemed with Jack against my wife.”

He pointed a menacing finger at Olivia, his voice deadly calm. “Wait your turn—I’ll deal with you later.”

Without hesitation, he turned back to Jack, each blow landing heavier and colder, determined that justice would be served.

Sensing Alex’s cold aura, Olivia stood frozen, horror clawed at her insides.

The thing she feared the most had happened.

Alex had discovered her guilty affair with Jack.

And he would expose everything.

The affairs. The incest.

Her wedding would fall apart.

Her entire future—gone.

Her heartbeat thudded like a war drum as her eyes darted across the room.

There. The iron lamp holder.

Heavy. Solid. Deadly.

Her hands shook as she grabbed it.

She didn’t want to do this—but she had to mute Alex.

She seized a heavy iron lamp holder.

With trembling hands, she raised it high and brought it crashing down on the back of Alex’s skull.

Alex grunted, stunned. His fury faltered for just an instant, and he slumped to one side.

Jack, tasting freedom, snatched the lamp from Olivia.

“You hit me?” he spat, towering over Alex’s prone form. “If I don’t kill you, I’m not Jack!”

He struck Alex’s head again. Blood began trickling down Alex’s face, staining the floor.

“Remember your place, you worthless leech,” Jack snarled. “My stupid grandfather took you in just so you could suck off Sophia’s generosity!”

He raised the lamp holder again.

“You think you’re something? Hitting me? Hit me back, loser! You think you’re better than me just because Grandpa liked you?!”

Jack hit him again and again, spitting curses with every blow.

“Jack, stop! What if he dies?” Olivia grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away.

“Then let him die,” Jack growled, chest heaving.

But he finally stopped. Alex wasn’t moving anymore.

Breathing raggedly, Olivia whispered, “Jack… what do we do?”

Jack didn’t answer. Instead, he hurled the lamp aside and yanked Olivia toward the bed.

His grip tightened—hard, unrelenting—fingers digging into her flesh like he was staking a claim. Something savage had awakened in Jack.

Violence had flipped a switch, and now he moved like a beast let off its leash.

He felt powerful. Invincible. Like a war god crushing his enemies and taking his spoils.

And Olivia—God help her—was part of it. She felt it too.

She looked at Alex lying broken on the floor, bloodied and unmoving, and something inside her twisted. It should’ve been guilt. It should’ve been fear.

But it wasn’t.

It was heat.

A wicked, pulse-pounding heat that crawled through her belly and clenched between her thighs.

The danger, the rage, the madness—it ignited something primal. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as Jack slammed into her, and her mind blurred between horror and hunger.

They picked up right where they’d been interrupted—only now it was darker, dirtier, charged with blood and betrayal.

Jack moved like he was claiming a throne. Every thrust was punishment.

Every growl in her ear was a declaration. His body roared with arousal, not in spite of the violence—but because of it.

Olivia moaned, lost in the raw, animal rhythm. Her eyes flicked to Alex again—his face still, but his eyes… open. Watching.

Her pulse spiked.

“Jack,” she whispered, panting. “He’s… he’s watching us.”