CHAPTER 41: STEP INTO THE SECRET

The GPS led her to Willowbrook Lane, the streets growing quieter, more exclusive, the houses swelling into estates. Her heart pounded a little faster, doubt creeping in.

What am I doing? This is stupid. He could be waiting with... anything.

But pride pushed her forward. She couldn’t let him win by ignoring him. Not after everything.

The mansion rose at the end of the drive, its glass-and-stone architecture imposing under the moon, lights glowing from within like eyes in the dark.

Sophia’s breath caught... it was real, bigger than anything she’d expected. How the hell can he afford this? She parked, her hands clammy on the wheel, the engine ticking as it cooled.

The gate stood wide open, no guards, no servants, just silence.

A chill ran down her spine. Places like this always had staff... valets, security, someone.

But here? Nothing. The driveway empty, the grounds deserted.

She stepped out, her heels clicking on the pavement, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Her heart raced, that instinctive fear every woman knows kicking in... the kind that whispers turn back when you’re alone in the dark, vulnerable.

What if this is a trap? What if he’s not alone? She glanced over her shoulder, the street empty, no neighbors in sight.

The wind rustled the manicured hedges, sounding like whispers, like someone watching.

She pulled her phone out, thumb hovering over emergency dial, but pride stopped her.

He’s bluffing. He has to be.

The front door was unlocked... another red flag. She pushed it open, the hinge creaking like in a horror movie, the foyer vast and echoing, marble floors cold underfoot.

"Alex?" she called, her voice smaller than she intended, swallowed by the emptiness.

No answer.

Lights were on, but no movement, no sounds of life.

The air felt heavy, stale, like the house was holding its breath.

She moved deeper, her pulse thudding in her ears, every shadow a potential threat. This is wrong. Why is no one here? Did he set this up to scare me? Or worse... Images flashes... him jumping out, grabbing her, or worse, someone else.

A woman alone in a strange house, no one knowing where she was. Her skin prickled, fear coiling in her gut like ice.

Turn around. Get out. But curiosity pulled her forward, that damn challenge looping in her head.

She tried calling again... "Alex? This isn’t funny!"...but silence. Upstairs, a faint voice trickled down, muffled but rhythmic, like... moaning?

A cold knot formed in her gut. Is he fucking someone? Is this his idea of revenge... making me listen? She crept toward the master bedroom, the door ajar, lights on.

Inside, the bed was rumpled, sheets twisted, the air thick with the scent of sex... musk and sweat, unmistakable.

No one there, but it looked like they’d just left. He’s pranking me. Sending me to some stranger’s house.

Dread spiked... what if they came back? What if they thought she was an intruder?

Her breath came short, fear turning her legs to lead. I should leave. Now.

But the voices grew clearer from the stairs, low and urgent, drawing her like a moth.

She called out one more time..."Hello?"...her voice cracking, but no response.

Heart hammering, she moved up the staircase, each step creaking, her mind screaming run.

The voices sharpened... screams, passionate, raw.

Someone was fucking, hard and unapologetic.

Sophia’s cheeks flushed, an unwanted heat building between her legs despite the fear.

Who is that? Is it Alex? With whom? Curiosity overrode caution, her body responding against her will, her panties growing damp just from the sounds.

As she reached the top, the screams clarified, echoing from the balcony. A woman’s voice, familiar yet impossible.

"Yes, Fuck me, harder!" Sophia froze, her blood turning to ice.

She edged closer to the balcony door, her body betraying her with a flush of unwanted heat, her panties dampening as she peered through the crack.

Two figures locked in the most embarrassing position: a woman bent over the glass railing, facing the city, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust, her pussy dripping, juices glistening on her thighs, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing the cool glass.

The man behind her was a vision... his body chiseled like a god’s, muscles rippling under sweat-slick skin, his thick cock driving deep with relentless force, stretching the woman’s pussy to its limits, her moans a symphony of ecstasy.

Sophia’s breath hitched, her body betraying her with a surge of arousal, her clit throbbing as she stared at his physique, imagining for a fleeting moment what it would feel like to be taken by someone so powerful, so commanding.

God, he’s perfect, she thought, a forbidden want stirring in her core, her panties dampening further.

It can’t be Alex, Sophia told herself, her mind rejecting the truth.

Never.

That broke loser? With a body like that?

But then the man slowed, his head tilting as if sensing her, and stepped away from the woman, his cock still hard, glistening with her juices.

"Oh my godddd! Is it possible to be this big"

She was amazed and horrified at the same time.

A devilish grin curled his lips as he locked eyes with Sophia through the door, his gaze predatory, piercing.

Sophia’s stomach dropped, recognition slamming into her like a cold wave... Alex. No, it can’t be him, she thought, denial flooding her. How?

"Yes, Alex! Fuck me harder, make me your bitch!" the woman screamed, her voice thick with ecstasy.

Sophia’s stomach churned with horror and humiliation... her ex, the broke loser she’d discarded, now fucking some slut with shameless abandon.

This is his surprise? she thought, rage boiling over the fear that had gripped her in the empty mansion.

He called me all the way here to see him screw some whore, to taunt me that he’s not alone, that he’s got women begging for him?

Pathetic.

Her panties clung to her, wet with shameful arousal, her clit throbbing despite the disgust twisting her gut.

She stepped closer, needing to see the woman’s face, to confirm it was just some random bitch.

The women moved, her face flushed with pleasure, eyes glazed from the climax teetering on the edge, her body still rocking under Alex’s thrusts. Sophia staggered, stunned, her world tilting. Mom? No, it can’t be. Not her. Not like this.

She refused to believe it, her mind clinging to denial, deciding to wait, to see if this was some trick, some hallucination. It’s not her. It can’t be.

Victoria’s screams were primal."...Ooohhh yeahhhhssss! I’ve always wanted to get fucked like this..." her pussy visibly clenching around him, juices dripping down her thighs.

Alex’s voice cut in, teasing: "You’ve become a real slut, Victoria. What if James walked in, saw you like this, screaming on my cock?"

Victoria’s moan was fierce, her body arching.

"I don’t care! I hope he does. Let him see how a real man fucks his wife. Aaahhh... so good!"

Sophia’s stomach churned,

This can’t be real. Mom... with him? Screaming like that?

Alex pushed: "Your pussy’s gripping me tighter every time I mention him. You love this, don’t you?"

"Yes!" Victoria cried, unashamed. "I want him to see his wife getting railed by a real man like you!"

He leaned into her, his cock still buried deep, and murmured, voice dripping with malice, "Tell me, love, what would your daughter Sophia think, seeing you screaming for the man she threw away?"

His eyes never left Sophia’s, his grin widening, making it clear he was speaking for her to hear, each word a dagger meant to carve her pride to pieces.

Sophia’s heart stopped, fear and humiliation crashing over her.

Victoria’s eyes flashed, her voice slurred with pleasure: "Aaahhh... she’s just ignorant. How could she throw a man like you away? Total idiot. But it worked in my favor. If she walked in, I’d thank her for this gift... aaannnhh!" Her climax hit, her body shaking, screams peaking:

"Nobody is as capable as my man! See how he’s fucking the shit out of me!"

A hot, dizzy rush surged through Sophia, burning away her breath as humiliation and fury slammed into her. She wrenched the balcony door open, glass rattling as she stormed forward, her voice breaking into a raw scream.

"Mother? You... you... you... I..." The words choked her, her eyes locked on the woman who turned at the sound, hair falling away, moonlight revealing... Victoria.

Their gazes collided, shock and panic flooding Victoria’s eyes, her body still trembling from Alex’s thrusts, sweat and release glistening on her thighs.

"Sophia!" Victoria gasped, her voice thick with post-climax haze, her composure fraying.

"Mom!" Sophia shrieked, tears spilling, her voice fracturing as betrayal hit like a sledgehammer.

Alex didn’t falter, his thrusts steady, his cock slamming into Victoria, her pussy clenching around him as mother and daughter faced each other, the city’s lights a cruel witness.

"What are you doing here?" Victoria managed, her voice strained, trying to summon her CEO calm despite the panic in her eyes, her body still rocking under Alex’s relentless rhythm.

"What am I doing here?" Sophia screamed, her voice a jagged edge, her pride in tatters.

"What the fuck are you doing, Mom? Spreading your legs for him? My own mother, acting like a cheap whore for the pathetic loser I dumped? How could you do this to me."

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Author’s Note:

So, how was that? An eye-opener? At least for Sophia it was! Keep reading and you’ll never lack this spice... oh, and while you’re at it, send some gifts my way... gotta keep the heat funded. 🔥😉