Chapter 75 Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Chapter 75


\[ SOFIA’S POV \]

The VIP room at All Stars felt like a furnace. I wasn't scared. For the first time after all the engagement chaos, I felt a rush of pure, raw excitement. I was happy. My heart was thumping in my chest, not because of the danger, but because I was finally going to get a D in my starving V. I wanted to feel something powerful. I wanted a man to take control, and I wanted to use that moment to lock Sandy into this deal forever.

"He’s here," Sandy whispered. Her voice was shaking, but she was smiling.

She turned on the camera. The little red light started blinking, watching us. I looked at the lens and felt a thrill go down my spine. This is going to be  our secret. A weapon we can decide to use against each other.

There was a firm knock on the door. Sandy opened it, and the man stepped inside. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was tall and muscular, wearing only a pair of loose black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, covered in hard muscle that caught the dim light of the room. He wore a thick black mask that hid his eyes and nose, leaving only his mouth and a rough, stubbled chin visible.

I caught my breath. He looked like a beast.

"No names," Sandy rumbled. Her voice was slutty. “And don’t ever remove the mask.”

"Just do your job," I said, stepping toward him. I let the straps of my red dress fall.

He didn't waste time. He grabbed Sandy first, pulling her into a hard kiss, then he turned to me. His hands were rough and hot against my skin. He smelled like sweat and expensive soap.

He reached down and pushed his shorts off, and I saw him. He was huge, thick and ready. My eyes went wide, and a heat started deep in my belly.

"On the couch," he ordered.

Sandy laid back first, her hair spreading out over the velvet. He moved over her, his heavy body pressing her down. I watched, my breath coming in fast gasps, as he guided himself to her. He pushed inside her with one slow, deep thrust. Sandy let out a loud, sharp moan that echoed off the walls. I could see her toes curling as he started to move, his hips hitting her with a steady, heavy rhythm.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of their skin meeting made my head spin. I crawled onto the couch next to them, my hands reaching out to touch the man's hardback. I wanted a turn. I needed to feel him too.

He pulled out of Sandy, leaving her gasping and wet, and turned his attention to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me under him. His weight was heavy, pinning me to the cushions. He didn't use a condom; we wanted this to be as dirty and real as possible for the camera.

"You ready, Princess?" he whispered against my neck.

"Do it," I hissed.

He positioned himself between my legs. I felt the thick, hot head of his dick press against my opening. He was so big I thought I might break, but then he shoved forward. He slid deep inside me, filling me up completely. I arched my back, a scream caught in my throat. It felt like fire and ice at the same time.

He started to move, his dick sliding in and out of my pussy with a wet, sucking sound. Every thrust hit my walls hard, making my brain go fuzzy. I looked over and saw Sandy watching us, her hand between her own legs, her eyes glued to the camera.

"Again," Sandy gasped.

The man shifted, pulling me on top of him while he stayed inside me. I sat on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, as I bounced up and down. I could feel him hitting my deepest spot over and over. Then, he reached out and grabbed Sandy, pulling her face close to mine.

We were all tangled together—a mess of limbs, sweat, and heat. He moved from me back to Sandy, then back to me, his dick slick with our juices. He was relentless. He fucked us like he wanted to break us, his breath coming in heavy grunts as he worked.

I looked at the camera one more time. I saw the red light. I saw the three of us on the screen. I felt a surge of power. With this video, I was safe from Sandy, and she was safe from me. But more than that, I felt alive. For an hour, I wasn't the whore from Mira’s video or the  kidnapped daughter from my father’s news report. I was just a woman taking what she wanted.

When he finally finished, he came deep inside Sandy with a loud groan, his muscles locking tight. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, before he finally pulled away.

He stood up, put his shorts back on, and took the envelope of cash from the table. He didn't say a word as he walked out the door, leaving us breathless and messy on the floor.

Sandy reached over and grabbed the memory cards. She handed me mine, her fingers shaking.

"We did it," she whispered.

I took the card and looked at it. My hair was a mess, my makeup was ruined, and my body ached in the best way possible.

"Yeah," I said, my voice raspy. "We did."

I tucked the card away and stood up, smoothing my dress. The sex was over, the deal was sealed, and the fun was just beginning. Now, it was time to go to the hills. It was time to find Iris.

"Let’s go," I said, my eyes turning cold. "I have a sister to kill."

"Not so fast," Sandy said, her voice cutting through the quiet of the room. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, fixing her hair, but her eyes were sharp.

I stopped near the door, my hand on my bag. "What do you mean, not so fast?. We have the location. Let’s go."

"Don’t you want to involve your father in this?" she asked. She stood up, walking toward me slowly. "We’re going after Iris Salvatore’s property, you don’t expect him to leave her with protection do you? Sofia. This  isn't a playground. We need someone powerful behind us if things go south. Your father has the men and the guns."

I thought about it for a long time. My father was already out there telling the world that Iris was kidnapped. If I brought him the real location, he could use his full force to stage a rescue and I could make sure she didn't survive the rescue. It would make his lie look like the truth, and it would give me the backup I needed to wipe Mira’s data.

"Okay, fine," I nodded, my mind spinning with the new plan. "I will go home first. I’ll let my father know about this, and then I’ll text you."

"Good," Sandy said. A dark, satisfied look crossed her face. "Do that."

She stepped close to me, her scent filling my nose again. Before I could move, she reached out, grabbed my waist, and drew me in for a deep, hard kiss. It tasted like the cognac and the sweat from the room, a reminder of the bond we had just made on that camera.

She pulled away with a smirk, her thumb brushing my lower lip. "Go. Make your father proud, Sofia. I’ll be waiting for your signal."

I walked out of the VIP suite, my legs still a bit heavy from the man but my head clearer than it had been in days. I drove back to the Russo estate, bypassing the main gates and parking in the private garage.

I needed to see Lorenzo. I needed to tell him that his useless daughter had been found, and that it was time to end the Moretti name for good.