She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 490: Shattered Illusions

Sophia slowly pulled back from Marcus, still cupping his face with both hands. Her expression was soft, almost loving — until it wasn’t.

A mischievous, almost proud smile curved her cum-stained lips as she turned her head toward Alex.

"You’re right..." she whispered sweetly, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I mean... look at that."

She stood up on shaky but determined legs, cum still dripping down her body in thick trails.

With deliberate, seductive steps, she walked toward Alex and gracefully dropped to her knees in front of him.

Her eyes were filled with open hunger and admiration as she reached out with both hands and wrapped them around his thick, throbbing cock. It was still rock-hard, heavy, and glistening with her juices. She could barely close her fingers around its girth.

"It’s almost as thick as my wrist..." she marveled, stroking it slowly, reverently, as if worshipping it. "So heavy... so powerful..."

She looked back over her shoulder at Marcus, her smile turning cruel and playful at the same time.

"Who would ever say no after taking this monster inside them?" she asked softly, almost innocently. "I would have never left you if I had known you were packing something like this, Alex."

Alex looked down at Sophia with a slow, satisfied smile. He reached out and gently patted her head like a proud owner rewarding his favorite pet. There was no disappointment in his eyes... only dark amusement and genuine enjoyment at how perfectly she was playing her role.

He stroked her hair affectionately, clearly pleased with her performance.

Marcus’s face twisted in pure agony. The words hit him harder than any punch Alex had thrown. His blood ran cold as he watched the woman he loved — the woman he had planned to marry, the woman he had imagined building an empire with — kneeling submissively before his greatest enemy, openly praising the cock that had just ruined her.

’How...? How did it turn out like this?’

A few minutes earlier she had been loudly proclaiming how much she loved him, how she would choose him anywhere. And now...

’Is she faking this all along?’

The painful clarity crashed over him like ice water.

"Please, Sophia..." he begged, voice hoarse and breaking, tears mixing with the blood on his face. "Why are you doing this to me...? To us...?"

He swallowed hard, desperation cracking his voice even further.

"If it’s some kind of act, please drop it now... I can’t endure it anymore... You know how much I love you, right?"

Sophia slowly turned her head back toward Marcus. For a brief moment, their eyes met... hers calm and deeply satisfied, his burning with raw, unfiltered rage and heartbreak.

She smirked.

"Love? You?" she said softly, almost pityingly. "That love died the day you sent your own girlfriend into the arms of someone else without an ounce of regret. I only realized it now."

Without breaking eye contact with him, she cupped one of her heavy, cum-covered breasts, scooping a thick glob of Alex’s warm seed onto her fingers. She brought it to her lips and licked it slowly, sensually, letting the pearly fluid coat her tongue.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "So delicious... Thick, rich, and so much better than anything I’ve ever tasted before."

Marcus’s face twisted in pure fury and disgust.

"You disgusting whore!" he screamed, voice cracking with rage. "Have you lost your fucking mind, You filthy slut?"

But Sophia didn’t even flinch. She acted as if she couldn’t hear a single word.

Instead, she looked up at Alex with pure submission in her eyes, like an obedient little slave awaiting her master’s command. Her voice turned soft, almost pleading, as she gently stroked his still-hard, throbbing cock with her cum-smeared hand.

"Master... may I have your cock again?" she asked sweetly, her tone dripping with eagerness and devotion. "Please... I want to taste it properly this time."

Alex looked down at her with a pleased smirk, then slowly turned his gaze toward the broken Marcus on the floor. His expression was one of cold amusement.

"Of course you can, my little slut," he said, voice deep and commanding. "But I fear you might not be able to handle it properly. This is your first time tasting a cock this big, isn’t it? You’re still just a novice."

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with determination and lust. She stroked his thick shaft lovingly, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head before looking up at him with devotion.

"I’ll try my best, Master," she whispered eagerly. "And haven’t I already taken this monster deep in my pussy? That was my first time with a cock this big too... and I took every inch. I’m a fast learner."

She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, begging silently for permission as she gazed up at him like the perfect little cock-slave she had become.

Sophia didn’t hesitate.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the thick, swollen head of Alex’s cock between her soft lips.

Even though she tried to be skillful, the sheer size of him stretched her mouth to its absolute limits. Her lips were pulled taut around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked eagerly.

But she was too eager.

Before she could even adjust, the massive head pushed deeper, sliding across her tongue and slamming straight into the back of her throat.

"Ghhk—!!"

Sophia’s eyes widened in shock. Her throat convulsed violently as she gagged hard, a wet, choking sound escaping around his cock. She pulled back slightly, coughing and sputtering, thick strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft.

"It’s... so big..." she gasped, voice hoarse and embarrassed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Her face flushed deeper with humiliation and arousal at the same time.

Still, she didn’t stop.

With renewed determination, she opened her mouth again and forced herself down on him.

This time she took him deeper, her throat bulging visibly as she tried to swallow more of his massive length. Wet, sloppy, choking sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, gagging but refusing to give up.

Sophia pushed herself further, determined.

Her soft lips stretched obscenely around Alex’s thick girth as she forced more of him into her mouth. Inch by inch, she took him deeper until she had managed to swallow nearly half of his massive cock.

Her throat bulged visibly, the outline of his thick shaft clearly visible against the delicate skin of her neck.

"Glk—! Glk—!" Wet, choking sounds escaped her as her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, once she grew more comfortable with the overwhelming size stretching her throat, a new kind of hunger took over.

She began to play with it.

Slowly. Lovingly.

She bobbed her head in shallow, teasing movements, letting the heavy cock slide across her tongue while her hands stroked the thick base she couldn’t fit. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with increasing enthusiasm, moaning around his shaft like she was savoring the biggest treat of her life.

Her tongue swirled around the underside, worshipping every throbbing vein as if she couldn’t get enough.

Marcus watched it all with bloodshot, rage-filled eyes.

He saw the woman he had loved... the woman he had planned to marry... willingly choking herself on his greatest enemy’s cock. Her throat bulging. Her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Her hands eagerly stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.

It was too much.

Something inside him finally snapped.

’Kill them.’

The thought burned through his mind like wildfire. He had to kill both of them. Only their blood could wash away this humiliation. He would tear Alex apart piece by piece. He would make Sophia watch as he destroyed the man she had chosen over him. Then he would end her too.

Reason left him. Sanity abandoned him. He became like a mad dog... teeth bared, eyes wild, body shaking with pure murderous intent.

But alas...

He couldn’t even lift himself properly.

His broken ribs screamed in protest with the slightest movement. His arms trembled violently as he tried to push himself up from the floor. Blood dripped from his mouth as he collapsed back down with a pained, frustrated growl.

He was powerless.

Completely, utterly powerless.

And the worst part was that they both knew it.

In the middle of his spiraling madness, a sudden spark of clarity hit Marcus like lightning.

’Wait...’

His trembling hand shot toward his pocket with desperate urgency. His fingers fumbled clumsily, fear gripping his chest as if he might have lost the most valuable thing he carried today.

’Please... please still be there...’

It was the most precious item he had right here... a small, elegant bottle his mother had secretly gifted him before the convocation. A rare, powerful liquid she had obtained through her connections. Light red in color, shimmering faintly even in the dim light.

He had brought it here to show off to his friends... a symbol of the Steele family’s hidden influence and resources.

His heart nearly stopped when his fingers finally closed around it.

He pulled it out with shaky hands, staring at the small glass bottle like it was his last hope in this hell.

The liquid inside glowed softly... light red, almost hypnotic.

A twisted, desperate smile crept across his bloodied lips.

’This... this can change everything.’