She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 480: Playing with Fire(1)

Robert walked with fast, eager steps down the quiet corridor, his heart pounding with dark anticipation. Every few seconds he glanced back, a predatory grin plastered on his face.

"Come on, Tyler! Walk faster, man," he urged, voice low but buzzing with excitement. "She’s waiting for us. No more wasting time."

Tyler followed a few steps behind, his pace quicker than usual but still hesitant. On the outside he looked determined, but inside his mind was a storm.

The filthy sounds refused to leave his head... his mother’s broken, shameless moans. The disgusting image of her on all fours, ass up, body painted in Alex’s thick cum while she begged for more. The way she screamed that bastard’s name like a whore...

He clenched his jaw hard, trying to push the memories away.

The two of them finally reached the secluded Crystal Ballroom area. Because of today’s grand convocation ceremony, this entire wing was almost completely empty. No students, no staff... perfect silence except for the faint sensual music leaking from behind the grand doors.

Robert stopped for a second and smirked.

"Smart girl," he muttered, voice low and hungry. "She really went all out this time..."

Tyler nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His fists were still clenched.

Robert placed a hand on the ornate door handle, his eyes gleaming with lust and malice.

"Ready to make Alex regret everything?"

Robert pushed open the heavy ornate doors and the two of them stepped inside.

The ballroom was almost completely dark. Only faint moonlight filtered through the tall arched windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The sensual music played softly, wrapping around them like a lover’s whisper.

Then, one by one, the lights began to turn on.

Soft golden chandeliers glowed to life in one corner, illuminating the elegant floral arrangements and silk-draped tables. Then another set of lights flickered on across the room, highlighting the luxurious velvet seating. The lights danced... turning on and off in different sections... giving the entire ballroom a seductive, almost theatrical atmosphere.

Tyler blinked, momentarily stunned.

"Was this... always the same ballroom we used to hang out in?" he muttered.

Robert let out a low whistle. "She really went all out. This doesn’t even look like the same place."

But they weren’t here to admire the décor.

Robert opened his mouth to say something when the final set of lights slowly illuminated the center of the room.

There she was.

Sophia.

She sat gracefully on the large silk-covered couch like a queen on her throne, legs crossed, one hand resting on her thigh.

The deep crimson dress clung to every curve of her body, the plunging neckline revealing the soft swell of her breasts and the high slit exposing one long, toned leg.

Her long hair cascaded in seductive waves over one shoulder, and her makeup was flawless... smoky eyes that promised sin and bold red lips curved into a knowing smile.

Under the warm golden light, she looked breathtakingly gorgeous. Elegant yet dangerously seductive. Untouchable... yet here she was, waiting for them.

Robert’s breath hitched. Tyler’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as all the pain and rage from earlier mixed violently with overwhelming lust.

Sophia tilted her head slightly, her voice soft, sultry, and teasing as it echoed through the ballroom.

"Took you long enough, boys..."

Sophia rose from the couch with fluid grace, a sultry smile playing on her red lips.

As she began walking toward them, soft golden lights followed her movement... spotlights gently illuminating her path like she was the only star on stage. Every step made the crimson dress hug her body, the high slit flashing smooth thigh with each sway of her hips.

She looked like living temptation.

Robert and Tyler couldn’t stop staring. Their eyes devoured her... the deep cleavage, the way the fabric clung to her waist and ass, the seductive confidence in her eyes. All the rage, shame, and pain from earlier melted into pure, burning lust.

Sophia stopped right in front of them, close enough that they could smell her intoxicating perfume.

She slowly reached out, placing one hand on Robert’s shoulder and the other on Tyler’s. Her fingers trailed down their arms, then moved behind them, gently caressing their backs as she stepped even closer.

Her touch was light, teasing, electric.

"How is it?" she asked in a soft, husky voice, looking up at them with those smoky eyes. "Do you like what you see, boys?"

Her fingers continued their slow, sensual exploration along their backs, sending shivers through both of them. She was so close now that her breasts nearly brushed against their chests.

Robert’s breathing grew heavier. Tyler’s hands twitched at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her right there.

Sophia leaned in slightly, her lips barely an inch from Robert’s ear, then Tyler’s, whispering:

"I prepared everything... just for this moment."

Her words sent a raw jolt of lust through both of them. Just as they were about to lose control and pull her into their arms, Sophia stepped back with a mischievous smile.

The lights in the ballroom gradually turned on one by one, revealing the full beauty of her setup.

"So..." she asked softly, gesturing gracefully around the room, "how is it? Is everything perfect? The lights... the music... the setup?"

Robert and Tyler exchanged a quick glance, both smiling despite themselves... half amused, half helpless at her little game. She had played them perfectly, making them weak and desperate with just a few words and touches.

They looked around. The ballroom was flawless... romantic, luxurious, and dripping with seduction. Yet no matter how beautiful the room was, they were still completely weak in front of her.

Robert’s chest rose and fell rapidly, almost breathless as he stared at Sophia. The combination of her intoxicating perfume, her teasing touch, and the way that sinful crimson dress clung to her body was driving him insane.

"Everything is just so... fucking sexy," he replied, his voice low and hungry. "Tempting as hell. I’ve never felt like this before."

He swallowed hard, his eyes dropping shamelessly to her deep cleavage for a moment before rising back to her face.

"But you... today you’re something else. I can’t even describe it with words." His breathing grew ragged. "All I want right now is to take you in my arms."

Without waiting, Robert reached out, taking her hand in one of his while his other arm boldly slid around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I can’t wait to make love with you..." he said, staring intensely into her eyes, "and taste everything you prepared for us today."

Sophia’s eyes widened in shock. In a flash, she threw his hand off her waist and stepped back sharply.

"How dare you touch me like this?!" she shouted in disbelief, voice ringing through the ballroom. "What the fuck are you saying, Robert?!"

Robert blinked, stunned and bewildered.

’What the hell just happened?’ He couldn’t understand how she had gone from seductive and teasing to this in a single second.

"Didn’t you want this...?" he asked hesitantly, voice faltering.

Before he could finish, Sophia raised her voice again, cutting him off.

"I just called you here as friends!" she exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked and hurt. "I wanted you guys to check if everything I prepared for Marcus is good enough or not. I wanted to surprise you by announcing that I’m marrying him!"

She took another step back, eyes wide with accusation.

"But who knew you were such a beast... All you’re eyeing is my body. Your best friend’s girlfriend! How dare you?!"

A heavy, stunned silence filled the ballroom.

Robert’s lust-fueled mind suddenly cleared as if someone had thrown cold water on him. His predatory grin vanished, replaced by confusion and rising anger.

’What the fuck is going on?’

He quickly tried to make sense of it.

’Is she backing out at the last moment? Did she feel guilty about Marcus?’ But something felt deeply wrong. ’Then why the hell did she message us to come here? She could’ve just told us not to come.’

A nagging suspicion began to crawl up his spine, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Before Robert could respond, Tyler... who was already boiling with rage and humiliation from everything that had happened today... lost control.

"What the fuck are you talking about, woman?!" Tyler snarled, stepping forward aggressively. "I clearly remember you invited us here to get fucked! Why the fuck are you acting like this now?!"

Tyler continued advancing toward her, his face twisted with anger and frustration. The mix of lingering trauma from watching his mother and the sudden blue-balling rejection pushed him over the edge.

Sophia took a small step back, her eyes widening, but her expression remained firm.

"You can’t just deny me like this, you fucking slut!" Tyler snarled, his voice thick with rage and lust. "You invited us here, got us worked up, and now you think you can back out? Bullshit!"

He lunged forward aggressively, grabbing her arm in a bruising grip and yanking her toward him.

"You will get fucked today whether you want it or not!"

Tyler tried to force a rough kiss on her, but Sophia twisted her face away at the last second, dodging his lips.

Slap!

The sharp sound of his palm connecting hard across her cheek echoed loudly through the silent ballroom.

Robert’s eyes widened in shock. You fucking bastard... he screamed internally.

He didn’t like where this was going at all. Forcing a Blackwood like this was extremely dangerous... the consequences could be catastrophic.

He wanted to shout at Tyler, to stop him, but before he could get the words out...

"AAAH!"

Sophia screamed loudly, holding her reddened cheek.

At that exact moment, the grand doors of the ballroom burst open.

Standing there, breathing heavily with a furious expression on his face, was Marcus.