Sofia's pov
Viktor curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again in unhurried strokes. My thighs trembled around him.
"You're going to look so good taking all three of us," Viktor growled against my ear, pumping his fingers deeper but still controlled. "We'll ruin that husband of yours, and we'll ruin you for anyone else."
I rocked harder, lost in the slow burn of their touches. Shame flooded me, hot and humiliating, yet it only made me wetter, slicking Viktor's hand even more.
How did I become this woman? I hoped I would still be alive when this was over. Men like them could use me up and discard me without a second thought.
They didn't let me linger in doubt for long. Viktor lifted me off his lap with effortless strength and positioned me on all fours on the wide cushioned bench. My palms pressed into the leather, ass raised high, the red dress hiked up uselessly around my waist. I felt utterly exposed, degraded... and aching for more.
Viktor knelt behind me, and I gasped as he rubbed the thick, heavy head of his cock along my dripping slit. When he pushed in, I cried out sharply. "Oh God... Viktor..." He was so thick, stretching me wider than I'd ever felt before. Bigger. Better. My walls clenched around his impressive girth as he sank deep in one slow, relentless stroke.
At the same time, Kai and Marcus moved in front of me. I looked up, eyes widening. Their cocks were equally intimidating - thick, veined, and rock hard. Marcus's was long and heavy, Kai's slightly curved with a flushed, leaking tip. Both bigger and better than anything Derek had ever offered me.
"Open," Kai ordered softly, gripping my hair.
I parted my lips obediently. Humiliation burned through me as I took Kai into my mouth first, sucking him with wet, eager pulls while Viktor began fucking me from behind in deep, powerful strokes. "Mmmph... ahh!" I moaned around Kai's thick shaft, the vibrations making him groan.
Marcus stroked himself beside me, waiting his turn. "That's it, Sophia. Look at you being our perfect little whore already."
The words stung with degrading truth, yet pleasure crested higher than I had ever imagined possible. I had never thought pleasure could reach this kind of peak.
Viktor's cock slammed into me with controlled force, hitting spots that made my eyes roll back. I rocked between them, sucking Kai deeper, hollowing my cheeks as saliva dripped down my chin.
Kai pulled out with a wet pop, and Marcus immediately took his place, feeding his thick cock into my mouth. "Fuck... her mouth feels incredible," Marcus groaned, thrusting gently at first, then deeper as I adjusted.
I moaned loudly around him, the sound muffled and desperate. "Mmm... yes... ahh!" Viktor's hips slapped against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with every thrust. The dual sensation pushed me into a haze of overwhelming ecstasy.
This is so humiliating... but so good. I had to accept it: I was their whore now, until the deal was fully settled on both ends. My body for my freedom. My revenge.
Viktor reached under me and rubbed my swollen clit in firm circles. "Cum for us again, Sophia. Let us hear you."
I shattered hard. "Oh fuck! Viktor... I'm cumming!" My cry broke around Marcus's cock as my pussy clenched violently, waves of intense pleasure ripping through me. My legs shook, tears of overwhelming sensation spilling down my cheeks. Viktor growled and thrust deeper, chasing his own release. He came with a low roar, flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
When it was over, I collapsed onto the bench, trembling and spent. They were surprisingly gentle afterward, helping me sit up, fixing my dress, and wiping my face with soft cloths. Viktor kissed my forehead. Marcus stroked my hair. Kai handed me a glass of water.
"The deal is sealed," Viktor said. "Derek's ruin begins tomorrow. Here are our numbers."
Kai added, "We'll have a driver take your car home safely. You're in no condition to drive."
I left the club on shaky legs, their combined release slowly dripping down my thighs. A dark, satisfied smile curved my lips despite everything.
When I finally got home, Derek was waiting in the living room, pacing nervously. The moment I walked through the door, he rushed over.
"Sophia... how was it?" His eyes were wide, almost eager. "Were the men satisfied? Did they... enjoy you?"
The audacity stole my breath. After everything he had done, he had the nerve to ask if they liked fucking his wife? Shame and rage twisted in my chest, but I kept my face carefully blank.
Before I could answer, my phone buzzed in my clutch. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Unknown number.
They destroy everything they touch. do not believe those 3 devils can save you.
My blood ran cold. The warning sent a chill down my spine, cutting through the lingering haze of pleasure. Who the hell was this? One of their enemies? Someone trying to scare me? are they playing a prank on me? I quickly deleted the message and slipped the phone back into my bag, heart pounding.
Derek stepped closer, completely oblivious. "Look, I'm hosting a business dinner tomorrow night. Please don't tell anyone about any of this. I don't want to be embarrassed."
He reached out as if to touch my arm, but stopped short. His voice softened, almost pleading. "I love you, Sophia. I really do. But... I can't sleep in the same room with you tonight. Not after what happened. It's just... too much right now."
I stared at him, disgust curling in my stomach. Love? He called this love?
Without saying a word, I turned and walked upstairs to the guest room. The door clicked shut behind me with quiet finality. The bed felt cold and unfamiliar as I sank onto it, still wearing the red dress that now smelled like sex, cologne, and sin. My body was sore in places I had never been sore before - stretched, used, and thoroughly claimed.
The shame of what I had done made my cheeks burn even now. It was degrading, humiliating... and yet it had felt so fucking good. Pleasure like I had never experienced before. Peaks so intense I thought I might black out.
Lying there in the dark, I touched my still-sensitive pussy and winced at the soreness mixed with lingering wetness. The shame only made me wetter again, a dark realization that frightened and thrilled me.
I curled up under the sheets, body exhausted but mind racing with plans. I will ruin Derek.
