She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 486: The Real Show Begins

Marcus stormed out of the private Blackwood Family lounge, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. More than twenty fucking minutes. Twenty minutes wasted on pointless pleasantries and political bullshit while Sophia was waiting for him.

He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily as he moved through the corridor with long, angry strides.

"Nothing," he muttered under his breath. "Absolutely nothing happened in there. It’s not like I haven’t met Catherine Blackwood and Victoria Blackwood before. What the hell was the point of all that?"

His father’s sharp, watchful eyes had followed him the entire time... every time Marcus tried to make an excuse to slip away, Edward had given him that stern, knowing look that pinned him in place.

"Damn it, Father..." Marcus cursed under his breath, fists clenched at his sides. "Always watching. Always controlling."

His heart was pounding with a messy mix of frustration, eagerness, and a growing thread of fear.

Sophia had prepared everything for him. That luxurious private suite attached to the ballroom, the silk-covered bed, the seductive lighting, her body... She had been so ready, so eager, whispering how she wanted him to ruin her.

And now he had made her wait this long.

’She must be so disappointed... so impatient...’ The thought twisted in his gut. ’I left her hanging after everything she prepared for me .’

"I’ll apologize the second I see her," he whispered to himself, breaking into a near-run. "I’ll make it up to her. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget I was even late."

His breathing grew heavier, a dark hunger burning in his eyes as he hurried toward the Crystal Ballroom.

Every second felt like torture. He could already imagine her waiting for him... that crimson dress, those long legs, that seductive smile...

He turned the final corner, heart racing with anticipation

He turned the final corner, heart racing with raw anticipation and desire.

The grand doors of the Crystal Ballroom were waiting for him... slightly ajar, inviting, like a promise left open just for him.

Marcus slowed down, a eager smirk forming on his lips as he reached for the door.

But then... he heard it.

A strange, muffled sound from inside.

His feet stopped dead in place.

He tilted his head, listening. The sound came again... low, throaty, almost animalistic.

’What the...’

Before he could process it, a long, broken scream echoed from within the room.

"Aaaaahhh—!!"

Marcus’s blood ran cold. His hand froze on the door. Was that... pain? Or...?

His mind spiraled instantly.

’No. No, no, no.’ Fear gripped his chest like a vice. ’Did Robert and Tyler come back? Did those bastards take revenge on her while I was gone?’ His stomach twisted violently.

’They wouldn’t dare... not after what I did to them... right?’

He stood there, frozen, heart hammering against his ribs.

Then it came again.

A clear, shameless, throaty moan... loud and dripping with raw pleasure.

"Ohhh God—!! So deep...!!"

Marcus’s face drained of color. The sound hit him like a hammer to the chest. That voice... it was unmistakably Sophia’s. But the way she moaned... desperate, blissful, completely lost... was nothing like the scared, traumatized woman he had left behind.

His hand trembled on the door handle.

’What the fuck is going on...?’

Another moan followed, even louder, more broken.

"Fuck... Alex... you’re stretching me so good...!"

Marcus felt the world tilt beneath his feet. His mind refused to accept it. His breathing became ragged as a storm of emotions crashed over him... disbelief, betrayal, rage, and a sickening dread.

’She must be using those toys,’ he rationalized desperately, trying to calm himself. ’Yeah, that has to be it. It’s my fault for making her wait so long. She got too impatient and started without me...’

He took a shaky step forward.

But then the sounds grew louder, clearer, more intense.

"Ohhh... No... No... No...!! You’ll kill me...!"

Sophia’s voice cracked into a desperate, guttural scream.

"It’s hurting... Ahhh—! Anghhh... So deep...!!"

Marcus’s ears rang. Those weren’t sounds of someone using toys. Those were raw, broken screams... half pain, half overwhelming pleasure. His blood turned to ice.

’Those screams... they sound like she’s begging for mercy...’

"Oh God... No... No..." he whispered, panic flooding his veins. His heart nearly exploded in his chest as he broke into a full sprint toward the secluded private suite.

The main door was closed. He didn’t waste time trying to open it.

Instead, he ran to the large glass window beside it, pressing his face close, breath fogging the glass.

What he saw through the gap in the curtains destroyed him.

Sophia was bent over the large bed in the most humiliating, degrading position. Her upper body was pressed down against the silk sheets, face turned sideways with her mouth open in a silent scream. Both of her arms were twisted behind her back, pinned firmly by a single powerful hand... Alex’s hand.

Alex stood behind her, towering and dominant. He was brutally fucking her from behind, his thick cock slamming into her soaked pussy with merciless, deep strokes.

Sophia’s ass rippled with every savage thrust, her legs shaking violently as she struggled to stay on her toes.

Plap—! Plap—! Plap—!

The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed clearly even through the glass.

"Aaaahhh—!! Alex—!! Leave me... Leave me alone... I’ll kill you—!!" Sophia screamed, her voice hoarse and broken.

Smack!

Alex’s palm came down hard on her ass, the sharp slap ringing out as he growled,

"That’s not what you should be saying. It’s ’Fuck me, Alex... Fuck me hard...’ That’s what you should be screaming."

Sophia’s body jolted from the impact, but she still gasped out defiantly,

"I’ll kill you...! My Marcus will kill you—!! He must be coming back any second... You won’t leave this room alive—!

Smack!

Another hard slap landed on her already red ass.

Alex laughed darkly, never slowing his brutal pace as he pounded her even deeper.

"Good. Let him come," he mocked, gripping her hip tighter. "He should see how his future wife is getting pounded by a real man."

He leaned over her, voice low and cruel as he continued thrusting,

"And don’t act so innocent. I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around my cock every time you mention your dear Marcus. The more you talk about him... the wetter and tighter you get."

Sophia cursed him through gritted teeth, "Fuck you... You bastard—!!", but her body betrayed her completely. Her hips pushed back desperately to meet every powerful thrust, her soaked pussy greedily swallowing his thick cock again and again.

Marcus’s world shattered.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His hands were pressed hard against the cold glass as pure horror and betrayal twisted his face into something unrecognizable.

’This can’t be happening... She’s screaming for help... Alex is forcing her... It’s all my fault... If I hadn’t been late... if I hadn’t wasted those twenty minutes... she wouldn’t be suffering like this...’

Guilt, rage, and heartbreak crashed over him like a tidal wave. His eyes burned as he watched the woman he loved getting railed mercilessly by his worst enemy.

A guttural, agonized scream tore out of Marcus’s throat, raw and broken, echoing through the corridor like a wounded animal.

"ALEX, YOU BASTARD—!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!"

Inside the suite, both of them froze for a split second.

Sophia’s eyes widened with a spark of desperate hope. She immediately started screaming, her voice cracking with fear and panic.

"Marcus—!! Please! Save me from this monster!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Marcus... baby... help me—!! He’s forcing me—!!"

Alex let out a low, dark laugh that sent chills down Marcus’s spine. He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he tightened his grip on Sophia’s arms, still pinned behind her back, and yanked her up slightly so she was forced to look directly toward the window — directly at Marcus.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her again, making her moan involuntarily.

"Come in, Marcus," Alex called out mockingly, his voice calm and dripping with amusement. "Don’t just stand there watching like a pathetic cuck. Come inside if you dare."

He leaned down, pressing his lips close to Sophia’s ear while staring straight at the window, his hips still moving in slow, deep strokes.

"Tell him," Alex whispered hotly, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. "Tell your dear Marcus to come inside and watch how a real man fucks his future wife."

Sophia’s body betrayed her again as another moan slipped out. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed toward the window:

"Marcus—!! Please... help me—!! He’s raping me—!!"

But her hips were still pushing back against Alex’s thrusts, her pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock.

Alex laughed again, louder this time, and slammed into her harder, making her breasts bounce violently.

"That’s it," he growled, eyes locked on Marcus through the glass. "Come watch properly. Don’t miss the show."

He adjusted his grip, holding Sophia firmly in place so Marcus could see everything — her tear-streaked face, her bouncing breasts, and his own massive cock disappearing repeatedly into her dripping pussy.

Then Alex started fucking her again with renewed brutality, the wet plap-plap-plap sounds echoing obscenely in the room.