“Go for it.”
“When I think of you, I think of elegance, muted colors like navy blue, duck egg, and of course, sea green, like your gorgeous eyes. Your personal scent is woodsy and spicy, very male, so a lot of natural fabrics, wood furniture. Bookshelves – and that would suit us both.”
Ivo looked impressed. “I like the sound of that.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ll make up some mood boards. What about a dog? We could get a dog.”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, baby.”
She grinned as he kissed her. “This is going to be great, my daring love. Our own place, at last.”
Ivo smiled at her, kissing her gently. “I can’t wait…”
Chapter Thirty-One
Tamara slicked on another layer of scarlet lip gloss and studied her reflection in the mirror. Tonight, at last, her club would open and she would be the talk of the town…at least, that part of town who were already slathering at the thought of the debauchery on offer.
Under her elegant back wrap dress, she wore a black leather harness, the supple leather crisscrossing her body, framing her breasts with the silver nipple clamps on them. The clamps bit down hard on her nipples and Tamara wiggled with pleasure at the sweet pain.
It wasn’t just the club’s opening party that was exciting her – Penn Black had called her. He had returned from Europe and wanted to see her. She had agreed, inviting him to the party. “I know you may not feel like socializing, darling, but there are always private rooms we can go to.”
Penn had sounded hesitated but eventually agreed. “Until later.”
Grant would also be there, and Tamara was turned on by the hope that she would be fucked by both of them at the same time. She deserved it, she had worked so hard to make this club a reality.
Grant arrived early, before the party started, and as the wait staff moved around, preparing the place, Grant bent Tamara over the bar and took her, thrusting his engorged cock into her swollen and damp cunt, pinning her hands on the marble topped bar. Tamara loved being watched by the silent staff as she was fucked hard by her business partner.
Grant bent down to whisper in her ear. “Your ex-step sister likes to be watched too,” he murmured. “She and her billionaire fucking for an entire club to see.” He thrust hard and Tamara moaned in both pain and pleasure.
“You’ve told me about this already.”
“Have I?”
“Yes.” Tamara tensed, then sighed through an orgasm. “Come, will you? We have things to discuss.”
Grant slammed his hips harder against hers, not caring if he hurt her, then Tamara felt his cock exploded inside of her, pumping reams of creamy cum into her cunt. He withdrew and she felt him trickle down her inner thighs. Good, she wanted to be sated when the party began. She nodded to him to come back to the office, where she lit a cigarette and studied him.
“So, you’re back in New York for how long?”
Grant sat down, taking a cigarette from her pack. “Just a few days. Just to see this place and discuss next steps. My fingers are itching to spill Sofia’s blood but I want her to feel utterly alone, utterly helpless when I do.”
Tamara smiled. “You still want to fuck her too.”
“Yes.”
Tamara shrugged, only a little jealous. “As long as she dies, what do I care?”
“You’ve still got the photo?”
“Oh yes.” Tamara grinned. “I assume you’ll be using it to split her and Zacca up.”
“Yep. Then, at her most vulnerable, we’ll engineer the accident which will bring her to New York. Are you still onboard with that part?”
Tamara smiled. “Oh, yes. My brother hasn’t been that to me…ever. We just share DNA. When he dies, I guarantee Sofia will come running – and without the protection of her beloved billionaire…”
“She’s ours.” Grant grinned to himself. “I take it only you, I, and the constructors know about the rooms downstairs.”
“And even the constructors only think they were building an S&M dungeon, not a killing room. We can take our time with darling Sofia…the murder room is soundproofed, and there’s supplies to keep her alive for as long as we want. Why rush it? After she’s dead, we’ll dump her body in the Hudson. More than likely, she’ll never be found.”
“I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
Grant grinned widely. “Zacca will come look for her, that’s a given. With his known proclivities for kink, we could utilize that to frame him for Sofia’s murder.”
Tamara smiled. “There’s a reason I like you, Christo. Let’s do it.”
“I’ll be going back to Paris at the end of the week. We’ll put things in motion then.”
Tamara got up and came to him, pressing her lips to his. “This is going to be fun.”
Later, as she welcomed her guest and prepared to make the opening speech, she slipped out of her wrap dress and made her way up to the stage. The spotlight came on her and she smiled, knowing her body would be shown off to the crowd. She made a welcome speech, then, seeing Penn Black enter the stage, she called him and Grant to the stage. Grant smirking, Penn looking pensive, she kissed them both. “Let’s get the party started, shall we?”
She pulled a chair to the center of the stage and then bent over the back of it. Grant thrust into her as Tamara freed Penn’s cock from his pants and took it in her mouth. Penn, looking shocked, stood for a moment then pulled away, tucking his cock into his pants and disappear off the stage. Tamara, angry, pretended to shrug his rejection off then beckoned another handsome man she had spotted onto the stage. The three performed for their audience to rapturous applause and it wasn’t until later, when Tamara had worked the room, satisfied that her club was a success, and moving away from the naked, writhing bodies that seemed to take up the whole dance floor that she retreated to her office for a break. Grant was fucking his way around the gathered beauties, even fucking a particularly pretty guy at one point, much to Tamara’s delight.
She sighed, sitting down at her desk, then started as she realized Penn Black was sitting on her couch, his dark eyes hooded and angry.
“What the fuck was that?”
Tamara took out a cigarette. “What did it look like, darling? You know what kind of club this is.”
“And you know you are my sub. I say when my dick gets sucked, not you.”
“Oh, get off your high horse. This is my club, my rules.”
“That wasn’t our agreement.”
Tamara relented. “Okay, fine. But, Penn, I thought we had moved past that.” She got up and went to him, her face softening, her voice a seductive whisper. “You and I…”
She pressed her lips to his, was grateful and relived that he didn’t draw away. “You and I are beyond all this…I’m sorry about earlier, I should have remembered that.”
Penn’s eyes were a little less hostile. “Are we? Or are we kidding ourselves? We’ve never even seen each other outside one of these clubs.”
Tamara felt stung. “Yes, we have…I came to your apartment, remember? After your sister had been killed?”
Penn frowned. “What?”
Tamara realized her mistake. Fuck. “I mean, after she died, sorry, I misspoke. I came to your apartment, remember?”
Penn was still frowning and Tamara cursed silently. Stupid, stupid…still, he wouldn’t suspect in a million years that she would have killed his sister…would he?
Penn cleared his throat and shook his head. “Sorry, it’s still raw. Of course, I remember now. But, Tamara…are we anything?”
“You told me you loved me.” Damn it, why did her voice shake?
“And I do…I think. I just don’t know what love looks like for me. I mean, I’ve had relationships, yes, but recently, I was shown what true love, real trust really is and I wonder if I’m capable of giving that to you.”
Tamara got up. “So, it’s the old ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ kiss off?”
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sp; Penn grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “I’m not kissing anything off. I’m trying to be honest with you and that alone, is new for me. I’m traying to talk to you so that we can figure out a way to be with each other without hurting each other.”
Tamara relaxed a little. “What do you want from me?”
Penn was silent for a while. “If I asked you to be mine…I’d want to know you were truly mine. No other men. Not even clients. Not fucking, anyway. I know how much you enjoy domination…and that’s fine. Look, I do not want to tell you what to do, Tamara, I’m just saying…we stay faithful if at all possible. I’m a grown-up, I know there will be temptations, I’m just asking you to be honest with me if you slip.”
“And you’ll be honest with me?”
“You have my word.”
Tamara studied him. She knew, without doubt, that she loved him…but would he be enough for her. No more clients, no more Grant…well, she could trust Grant to be discreet enough that she could keep fucking him, but did she really want to? “How about we give it a try? Say a month. If neither of us slips or wants out in that month…then we call it a relationship and move things along. If not, we shake hands and stay friends with benefits?”
Penn nodded. “I can do that.”
Tamara smiled at him. “Then I think this is going to be amazing, Penn Black.”
“Me too, darling.”
Grant didn’t seem bothered when she told him there would be no more sex between them. “Fine. Although if you’re really going for this no cheating thing, it puts paid to you screwing Sofia before I kill her, but hey, I think that was just my fantasy.”
“I think it was. Listen, Penn and I are grown-ups and he knows what I do for a living. I’m saying no other men – or women -for me, for at least this month. If he can stay faithful too, then I’m in. And that’s where you can help?”
“I can?”
Tamara gave him a chilly smile. “Penn’s going back to Paris to stay with a friend for a week. I want you to keep an eye on him.”
Grant sighed. It would really cut into his Sofia time and Tamara raised her eyebrows at him. “When you can tear yourself away from my step-sister. Look…after this trial things, if Penn and I are in a relationship, then I want it to be legitimate, no secrets. Which means one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“That we have to destroy, abduct and murder Sofia Amory within one month of today.” Tamara grinned. “The clock is ticking.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sofia put down her sketchbook and sighed. She had been trying to work out some ideas for their guest bedroom for a week now but couldn’t decide whether to skew more to the masculine or feminine side in décor. Such problems, she grinned to herself and got up to make herself some tea. They had moved in at the weekend, the apartment only half-decorated but they were so eager to be there, they didn’t care about the boxes and paint and mess. Despite their plans, Sofia had decided she wanted to do it all herself – after all she was an artist. Ivo had been busy seeking out new talent in the art schools – moaning that he still couldn’t find anyone to compare to her – and helping out with the decorating in the evenings while Sofia worked on her canvases. In two weeks, she would be taking three new pieces to Venice to show at Maceo Bartoli’s Floating City Gallery, and Sofia was both nervous and excited.
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.
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