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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.”