From the kitchen, she heard the front door open and heard voices. Ivo came in, smiling, followed by Penn. Sofia kissed her husband and hugged Penn. “Good to see you, man. Can I get you something to drink?”
Ivo held up two huge magnums of champagne. “We have plans for you tonight, missy.” The gleam in his eyes made Sofia’s heart race.
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
Two hours later they were in their favorite club, having commandeered the glass cubicle. Ivo stripped Sofia slowly while Penn prowled around them. When they were all naked, the two men grabbed the champagne bottles and proceed to spray the liquid all over her body while she laughed and shrieked at the cold of it. When they both began to lick every drop from her body, Sofia gave herself over to the intense pleasure of their touch, these two beautiful men who made her feel like a goddess. She hadn’t even noticed when Ivo had flicked the switch to make the glass transparent, and now she could see the room full of people watching them. Ivo, his face between her legs was flicking his tongue around her clit, while Penn, behind her, massaged her breasts with his large hands, biting down on her shoulders, his erect cock pressing hard against her back. She reached around and stroked it, her other hand tangling in Ivo’s dark curls. Ivo stood, smiling at her, lifting her leg to the side so he could thrust his huge cock into her swollen and ready cunt. He kissed her mouth, his tongue massaging hers. Sofia felt Penn’s cock twitch in her hand and she leaned forward and whispered to Ivo. He hesitated for a split second then nodded. Sofia kissed his mouth then turned around to face Penn as Ivo reentered from behind. Penn, confused as Sofia pushed him away slightly, but then as she bent down and took his cock in her mouth, he relaxed. Sofia flicked her tongue around his sensitive tip – he tasted different from Ivo but no unpleasantly so and Sofia enjoyed running her tongue up and down his silky shaft. Ivo drove her to her first orgasm, his own following after, and as he withdrew, Sofia stood. Penn nodded, understanding she didn’t want him to come in her mouth, that some things she reserved for Ivo only, but she guided him into her cunt as Ivo eased himself into her ass. The two men fucked her, their hands all over her body, and Sofia gave herself completely to the delirium. They took turned fucking her against the cool glass, their spectators reaching up to stroke the glass where her breasts, her belly pressed against it.
At the back of the room, Grant watched with growing arousal. The tiny camera he had in his glasses was picking up everything, he knew, and he would enjoy this all again later, his own cock in his hand, his eyes glued to Sofia’s sensational body.
But for now, something else was amusing him greatly. Penn Black. The very same Penn Black who only days before had professed his faithfulness to Tamara, was fucking her hated step-sister, publicly, and joyfully. He watched the ecstasy on Black’s face as he took Sofia in the ass, watched as Ivo shot his load over her breasts and belly, kissing her with such passion that Grant felt his cock harden and twitch. What he would give to be in there with them. Right now, he was imagining bringing one of his favorite weapons with him, the small .22 and as Sofia was being pressed up again the glass, drilling a bullet right through it into her belly, watching her blood explode from her body. See her in agony. God, soon, so soon, he would feel that pleasure but not tonight. Tonight was all about getting as much evidence that he could gather. Jealousy. Ivo allowing his wife to be fucked by his friend. It wouldn’t be such a stretch to imagine him then regretting it and getting so angry that he killed his beloved, would it? That had been happening since time immemorial. More proof that he, Grant, could plant. Wait until the press got hold of Sofia’s disappearance then release this video to the press. They would destroy Ivo Zacca – case closed. When Sofia’s body was found, tortured and mutilated, they would have their culprit, trial by media and Zacca wouldn’t stand a chance.
Grant left Paris before the end of the night, satisfied he had enough. What’s more, he would enjoy making Tamara’s sweet little fairytale crash down. Grant snorted as he remembered the look in her eyes and as she talked about a future with Penn Black. Stupid bitch. Women like Tamara didn’t have happy ever after endings. Tamara wouldn’t. Grant would let her enjoy Sofia’s murder and the aftermath but then, Grant knew, he would cut Tamara’s throat and dump her body somewhere the rats would get her. Grant Christo had one rule above all else.
He never, ever, left loose ends.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Tamara watched the video Grant had sent her, her veins running with icy cold fire. Penn Black. Her darling Penn, fucking her goddamned step-sister. Publicly, with obvious enjoyment, and with the permission of her gorgeous billionaire, too. The look of ecstasy on all three of their beautiful faces made Tamara’s stomach curl up. Her anger built slowly after the initial shock, and now it felt like it would burst from her if she didn’t scream or cry or something. It was white-hot.
“You fucking bitch,” she hissed, “You fucking, bitch whore cunt. You ruin everything, everything.” She paused the video on a shot of Sofia smiling up at Penn as his cock thrust deep inside her. Tamara wanted to reach into the video and claw that smile from Sofia’s lovely face. The only consolation was that soon, Sofia would be a corpse and neither one of these men would ever get to fuck her again. Sofia would be dead and Ivo Zacca would be in jail for her murder.
And Penn…Penn who had publicly spurned Tamara was quite happy to fuck Sofia in front of an entire club. Tamara felt her heart harden. You bastard, she thought. You thought I would never find out? I will make your life a living hell.
Tamara closed the part of her which had started to open to Penn. Pain is all there is, she thought, and I’m going to make sure you know that.
Penn put the paintbrush down. “I think we’ve finished.” He stood back from the wall of the living room, but Ivo grinned at him.
“You only think that, but any minute, Sofia will be back with lunch and she’ll notice every microbe we’ve missed.”
Pen ran his eyes over the seemingly perfect living room wall. The navy paint was even – at least to his eye. “Nah, it’s done, man.”
Ivo just grinned and shook his head. They heard the front door open.
“Men, I bring food.” Sofia intoned in a deep voice and then appeared in the door way. She held up a bag of freshly made baguettes and a six-pack of beer.
They all fell on the food as if they had been starved. Penn had been staying with them now for a week, helping out with the decorating. Sofia and Ivo loved having him there and although they didn’t repeat their sensual night at the club – Sofia made it clear that only she and Ivo shared their bed at home – the three friends grew even closer.
Now, as they ate, Sofia nodded at the wall they had just painted. “Looking good,” she said, her mouth full of bread and Penn smiled at Ivo.
“See?”
Ivo shrugged, as Sofia continued. “Another couple of coats and taking care of some of the missed spots and we should be done.”
Penn’s face fell and both Sofia and Ivo burst out laughing. He mock-scowled at them. “Oh, I see, this is a set-up?”
“Welcome to the wonderful world of text messages,” Ivo held up his phone. “You’re so gullible, Black.”
Sofia punched Penn’s shoulder. “Seriously, bro, nice job.”
Penn grinned, but felt a small jolt. Sofia saw it in his eyes. “’Sup?”
“I just miss this, you know? With Willa, we always used to joke around. Now that she’s gone…”
Sofia went to him and hugged him. “I’m so sorry, Penn.”
He nodded, gathering himself. “Thanks. You have any siblings?”
“Step. My step-brother, Jonas is wonderful, a real brother to me. My step-sister is a psychotic murderous harpy. So, a mixed bunch.” Sofia said it lightly, but she winced a little.
“Murderous?” Penn looked shock and Ivo nodded grimly.
“She killed her own mother, by all accounts – actually she practically told Sofia she had done it. Tamara’s very much a Daddy’s
girl.”
Penn had gone very still, very white. “Tamara?”
“Tamara Rutland is my step-sister. You might have heard of them? Anyhow, Tamara, when she was just a teenager, decided her mother was in the way and pushed her down a flight of stairs. Of course, nothing was ever proved – and besides who would imagine a young girl doing that?”
Penn clambered to his feet and stumbled towards the bathroom. Sofia and Ivo looked at each other in alarm. “Penn?”
They both heard him throw up and up. Sofia darted in to help him, as Ivo grabbed some ice water from the kitchen. Sofia rubbed Penn’s back.
“Penn?”
She realized with horror that he was crying and cursed herself. Willa had died in the same way as Judy Rutland – fuck, how insensitive was she to tell Penn that?
Ivo arrived and made Penn sit down and sip the water. Sofia shot an agonized glance at her husband. “Penn, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think.”
Penn shook his head. “It’s not your fault, it’s just…god. My god…my god…”
He sounded so distraught that Sofia began to panic a little. “Penn, it’s okay…it’s okay…”
He looked at her, his eyes showing a world of pain. “No, it’s not, Sofia. It’s not and I don’t know how the hell it’s ever going to be right again…I have to go.”
He stood suddenly and pushed past a confused Ivo to go to the guestroom. They found him shoving his belongings into his case. Ivo went to his friend.
“Penn, come on, come sit with us and calm down.”
“I can’t, I have to go…you’ll understand soon, I promise. I need to go home.” He stopped, squeezing his eyes shut, then hugged Ivo. “I’m okay…there’s just something I need to do. I love you both, remember that.” He kissed Sofia’s cheek, then before they knew it, he was gone.
In the silence, Sofia and Ivo stared at each other. “What the hell was that?”
Ivo shook his head. “I don’t know, baby. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything about Tamara, about her mother. What was I thinking? It’s just…more and more I feel close to Penn – as family, I mean, darling,” she said hurriedly, but Ivo smiled.
“I know that, sweetheart. I hope Penn’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around Sofia and kissed her forehead. “And somehow, I don’t think this is anything to do with what you said – not directly. Something else is up. I’ll call him later.” He tightened his arms around her. “Try not to let it bother you. Shall we finish the painting?”
Sofia nodded and they cleared their supper things away and finished the painting, moving around each other quietly. When they had done, Ivo smiled at her. “Now we only have the bedroom to think about.”
Sofia, still deep in thought, nodded. “I’ll make up some more mood boards.”
“I think you like doing that more than that actual painting,” he teased. He snagged them a couple more beers from the fridge and taking her hand, led her out to the balcony. The sun was setting over the city and the streetlamps were coming on. Sofia took a slug of beer and felt the tension in her body fall away.
“I’ll never get over just how lucky I am. You, this place, this city…How did I get so lucky?”
Ivo leaned over to kiss her. “It wasn’t luck. You deserve the world.”
Sofia kissed him back, but her eyes remained troubled. “Do I? Really, what have I done that I deserve the world? Not much, Ivo, but I intend to change that.”
Ivo frowned. “Sweetheart, you are kind, sweet, intelligent and caring. You care about other people, you help other people. Why are you so down on yourself?”
She smiled ruefully. “I’m not, but I still think I could do more. I swore blind, I wouldn’t be a kept woman, but here I am, working on canvases part-time to show in your friend’s galleries and don’t think I’m not grateful but…”
“I do understand, Piccolo. You want to forge your own path and you will. But don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, either. If your paintings were trash, no amount of influence from me would get you exhibited. None. You’re twenty-one, Sofia, there’s plenty of time.” He rested his head on her shoulder and gave her his best puppy-eyes. Sofia giggled.
“I love you, crazy man.”
“I love you too, funny face. Now, when we bought this place, I seem to remember we had plans to make love on this balcony…I say we keep that promise right now…”
He kissed her, pushing her onto her back and Sofia started to giggle as he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs. “You’re insatiable, Zacca.”
He grinned up at her as he moved down her body. “I have good reason.” And he buried his face between her legs.
Tamara was laying on the chaise-longue in her office, sated from an afternoon of fucking. A couple of good-looking twins had ventured into the club at lunchtime, and she wasted no time inviting them back to her office. As they fucked her, she imagined herself as Sofia, being fucked by both Penn and Ivo Zacca, and it was surprising turn-on. The beautiful boys had left now, promising to return but Tamara couldn’t have cared less. She knew now that this was the way to go – no commitment, no feelings. Just sex.
Her cell phone rang and she snorted as she saw who was calling. “Penn Black, as I live and breathe.”
There was a slight hesitation. “Tamara, I’m flying back to New York. I need to see you.”
Tamara rolled onto her front. “Do you?”
He gave her an address. “My flight gets in just after midnight. Meet me there. Please.”
“Fine.” She couldn’t resist the chance to taunt him about Sofia one last time.
A few hours later, she pulled up in her car at the cabin out in the woods. Penn had spoken of this place, somewhere he and his sister had come to chill out away from work. She knocked at the door.
Penn opened it, unsmiling and stepped back to let her in. The place was covered in plastic dust sheets. Tamara smiled at Penn, leaning forward to kiss him.
He stepped away from her and sat down. Tamara frowned. What the hell was going on?
“How was Paris?”
“Enlightening.” Monotoned.
Oh, so, he was going to play it like this, was he? “Did you have some fun while you were there?” Meaning…did you enjoy fucking my step-sister? Bastard.
Penn said nothing, but pulled out a sheet of paper. “This is an autopsy report. I want to read it to you.”
Tamara sat down, crossing her legs and sighing. “Surely we can think of better things to than that? A bit morbid.”
“It’ll just take a second.” He looked down at the paper. “Injuries to head include multiple fractures of the skull, consistent with an impact with a hard surface. Internal hemorrhage of the brain would have resulted in instantaneous death.”
“You’re reading your sister’s autopsy report to me?”
He ignored her. “All injuries consistent with a fall. Some bruising on the scapula indicate that force could have been applied but this is not conclusive.”
Tamara felt her skin begin to prickle. “I though you said your sister fell? That it was an accident.”
“Cause of death – injuries sustained in a fall. Whether the fall was accidental or not is still to be investigated. Therefore, I conclude death by misadventure in the case of…”
Tamara shifted in her chair, irritated. “Penn, what the fuck?”
“…in the case of Judith McClelland Rutland.”
Tamara felt her heart stop. Of course. Sofia blabbed, that fucking little…The next moment she cried out as Penn grabbed her throat and dragged her by force to the ground.
“You killed my sister, you fucking psychopath,” he growled at her and his hands tightened around her throat. Tamara kicked and fought with him but he was far too strong and she began gasping for air. She cast around desperately for something to help her – and realized exactly why the place was covered in plastic.
“You’re going to kill me…just do it,” she gasped, then felt the pr
essure release. Penn stood, looking down on her in disgust.
“You would think that. No, Tamara, I’m not going to kill you. But I am going to make you go to the police and confess what you’ve done.”
Tamara heaved herself away from him, clutching her sore throat. “And why should I?”
“Why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Kill my sister? Kill your own goddamned mother? Why?”
Tamara shrugged. “Because they got in the way of what I wanted.” She had her hand in her pocket now, ready to take out her cellphone. “I did you a favor. A pregnant sister hanging on every moment? Where would you find the time to fuck my step-sister?”
Penn’s expression changed. “You’re having me followed?”
“Not you,” Tamara coughed, “That little bitch Sofia.” She squeaked in alarm a Penn advanced again and backed up, feeling something hard press into her back. Penn squatted down to stare into her eyes.
“Why? She’s out of your life, why bother with Sofia anymore? You had everything on a plate, Tamara, everything. Leave Sofia alone. She deserves her happiness.”
Tamara smirked, remembering the shock on Ivo Zacca’s face when she’s confronted and then kissed him at his mother’s funeral. Maybe it was time for the world to see the same thing…if she, Tamara, made it out of this mess. Play nice.
“Look, Penn, darling…I am sorry about your sister. It was a misunderstanding, but I swear, she did fall…”
“Don’t.” Penn almost spat at her. “Don’t lie. Don’t attempt to cover up what you’ve done.” He stood, staring down at her with such hatred it made Tamara’s heart falter. God, he was so beautiful like this…but she wasn’t stupid. She’d lost him. If she could get out of here alive, that’s all she wanted right now.
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