She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 489: A Confession of Lies

Alex stood over them like a conqueror, his powerful body still glistening with sweat. His voice cut through the heavy, sex-scented air like a blade.

”So, Sophia...” he said, calm and commanding, eyes locked on her cum-glazed face. ”Who do you want?”

He let the question hang for a second before finishing it with deliberate cruelty.

”Me... or that pathetic excuse of a man lying over there?”

Marcus could feel every drop of contempt, every ounce of mockery dripping from Alex’s voice. It burned like acid. But he was too broken to care about it right now.

Despite the aching pain radiating through his ribs and the blood still trickling from his mouth and forehead, a small, desperate spark of hope flickered in his chest... a fragile chance to escape this nightmare.

Even after watching Alex fuck her so brutally, pounding her like a cheap whore, stretching her, ruining her, making her scream and cum like Marcus had never seen before, he was still certain.

She would choose him

She had said it herself. She was his.

The only question left was whether that bastard would actually honor his word and let them walk out of here.

His bloodshot eyes desperately found Sophia.

She lay on her back, chest heaving with deep, heavenly breaths. Her body was still trembling from the brutal fucking she had just endured.

Thick ropes of Alex’s cum painted her face, breasts, and belly, slowly dripping down her flushed skin in obscene trails. Her pussy was still twitching visibly, leaking a messy mixture of her juices onto the silk sheets beneath her.

Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy with post-orgasmic euphoria.

Every heavy breath she took made her cum-covered breasts rise and fall, her stiff nipples glistening under the dim lights.

She looked completely ruined.

And yet... there was something else in her expression.

Beneath the tears, the smeared mascara, and the thick layers of drying cum, a faint, hazy, almost blissful satisfaction lingered in her half-lidded eyes. A dark, sated glow... quiet, intimate, and deeply content... as if she had finally received something she had been secretly craving for a long time.

The corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly, not in pain or shame, but in a subtle, exhausted smile of fulfillment.

Marcus couldn’t fully see it. Or perhaps he refused to.

Sophia slowly pushed herself up on her elbows. Cum slid down her cheek and dripped onto her breast. She blinked, still dazed from the overwhelming pleasure, and looked between the two men.

Marcus’s heart pounded violently in his chest as he waited impatiently for her words to leave her mouth. Every second felt like an eternity.

’Say it... Say you choose me...’

Once he got out of this hell somehow... even if he had to crawl... he would show them what true revenge looked like. This humiliation could never be washed away with mere apologies or punishment. Only blood would suffice.

’I’ll kill you, Alex... Slowly. Painfully. I’ll make you beg for death before I end you. And I won’t stop there. I’ll erase everyone associated with you — your friends, your family, every last person who ever stood by you. I’ll burn your entire bloodline to the ground. The Steele family does not forget. The Steele family does not forgive.’

As for Sophia...

Even after seeing her like this... covered in another man’s cum, moaning like a whore under Alex... his twisted affection for her only burned hotter. She was still his. He would marry her no matter what.

Because she was the one who laid golden eggs.

She was the bridge to the Blackwood name. The key to true power. The Sacred Families’ level was within reach through her. He couldn’t throw that away. Not for anything.

A low, pained groan escaped Marcus’s throat as he tried to shift his broken body.

Alex watched every single emotion flicker across Marcus’s face with cold, calculating eyes.

He saw the rage. He saw the fragile hope.

He saw the acceptance of current defeat... and the burning, murderous intent for later.

Alex read him like an open book.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips.

He turned his gaze back to Sophia, who was still catching her breath, her body flushed and marked.

Sophia slowly pushed herself up from the bed. Cum dripped down her body in thick, obscene trails as she stood on shaky legs. For a moment, she swayed, still recovering from the brutal fucking.

Then, without hesitation, she ran toward Marcus.

”Marcus...!” she cried, voice breaking with emotion as she dropped to her knees beside him.

She reached out with trembling hands, gently cupping his bloodied face. Her touch was soft, almost tender, as she wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

Tears streamed down her own cheeks, mixing with the drying cum that still painted her skin.

”I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry you had to see that,” she whispered, her voice thick with regret. ”I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. But I could never choose him. Never.”

Marcus’s bloodshot eyes widened. A wave of overwhelming relief washed over his broken features. The tight knot of fear and suspicion in his chest loosened. She had chosen him.

She was here, touching him, crying for him. His Sophia. His future wife.

He smiled weakly, pain and affection mixing on his face as he looked up at her.

Sophia leaned closer, pressing her forehead gently against his, her voice soft and full of emotion.

”I love you, Marcus. I’ve always loved you. You’re the only one I ever considered to be with. You’re the one who deserves everything of me.”

She cupped his face with both hands, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his with desperate sincerity.

”And I know because of me you’re hurt today. It’s all because of me... You had to endure everything... So I would choose you anywhere, in any situation, over anyone.”

Marcus’s smile grew stronger, even through the pain. The last traces of suspicion melted away. She had chosen him. She still loved him. She still saw him as her future. The humiliation, the rage, the broken bones... it all felt distant now. She was his again.

”I knew it...” he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with relief and lingering pain. ”I knew you’d choose me.”

Sophia smiled through her tears and gently kissed his forehead, her lips soft against his skin.

Alex watched the entire scene in silence, his cold smirk never fading. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he observed the tender moment between them.

Sophia slowly pulled back from Marcus, still cupping his face with both hands. Her expression was soft, almost loving, but her eyes held a dangerous glint.

”I never had any complaints about you, Marcus,” she whispered tenderly. ”I always considered you perfect in everything... But...”

She paused, letting the silence stretch as a faint, almost dreamy smile curved her cum-stained lips.

”There was something I always craved... A good, brutal fuck.”

Marcus’s face drained of all color. The blood that had been trickling from his wounds suddenly felt ice-cold against his skin. Confusion twisted his features as he stared at her, struggling to process her words.

Sophia continued, her voice gentle but merciless, as if she were explaining something obvious to a child.

”Yes, you heard it right, my darling. I always craved a good, brutal fuck. The kind that leaves me shaking, screaming, and completely ruined. The kind I just received from Alex over here.”

She glanced back at Alex with open hunger in her eyes before turning to Marcus again.

”I’m not trying to belittle you, darling. You were always... sweet. Reserved. Careful. But the way Alex fucked me today... deep, hard, merciless... made me realize that’s what I’ve always wanted in my life. That raw power. That complete domination.”

Marcus’s lips trembled. His breathing became ragged, shallow. The world spun around him.

Sophia leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a soft, almost affectionate whisper as she wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb.

”Don’t take it to heart, darling. I’m doing this for me... and for you too. Because I don’t see him leaving us if I had chosen you. So why not just enjoy the moment?”

She smiled sweetly, her cum-covered face still inches from his.

”I knew you liked it too, didn’t you? Watching your future wife get pounded by someone stronger... right in front of your eyes. That’s why you sent me to him in the first place, isn’t it?”

Marcus’s eyes widened in pure disbelief. His bloodied lips trembled as he tried to speak, voice hoarse and cracking.

”What the fuck are you saying, Sophia...?” he rasped, barely able to form the words. ”You can’t... you can’t be serious. This isn’t you. He’s forcing you... he must be—”

Sophia tilted her head, a mocking little smile playing on her cum-stained lips.

”C’mon Marcus, don’t try to fool me. I’m not as ignorant as you think I am. Who would send his own girlfriend to another man... if not for their own twisted taste? Hm?”

Marcus’s face twisted in rage and desperation. He screamed, voice cracking with pain and betrayal.

”You fucking whore!” he roared, spittle and blood flying from his mouth. ”You slut! You’re the one who wanted this! You’re the one fulfilling your filthy fantasies and now you’re blaming me for it?! I loved you! I was going to marry you!”

Sophia stared at him for a moment... then burst into laughter.

A soft, genuine, almost delighted laugh that echoed through the ruined suite. She looked genuinely amused, her cum-covered breasts jiggling slightly as she laughed.

”You’re right,” she said mischievously, her eyes sparkling with dark delight. ”I mean... who wouldn’t?”

She slowly turned her head and gestured toward Alex’s thick, throbbing cock... still hard, heavy, and glistening with her juices... standing proudly between his powerful thighs.

”Look at that...”