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Chapter 488: Marked in Front of Him
Marcus lay broken on the cold marble floor, surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been Sophia’s carefully prepared sanctuary.
His ribs screamed with every shallow breath. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and a deep cut above his eyebrow. The world tilted and blurred at the edges, but his eyes... wide, bloodshot, and filled with raw horror... refused to close.
They were glued to the bed.
To her.
Sophia.
The girl he had already begun calling his future wife in his mind. The key to elevating the Steele family to the level of the true Sacred Houses. The woman whose body he had dreamed of claiming tonight, whose moans he had imagined would be for him.
Now she was on her back, legs spread wide and trembling, Alex buried so deep inside her that Marcus could see the obscene bulge of his cock moving in her lower belly with every brutal thrust.
Plap—! Plap—! Plap—!
The wet, violent sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the ruined suite like a drumbeat of his own destruction.
Sophia’s face was a ruined masterpiece of agony and unwanted ecstasy. Tears streamed down her cheeks in constant rivers, smearing her once-perfect smoky makeup into dark streaks.
Her mouth hung open in a constant, broken scream that had grown hoarse and ragged. Every time Alex slammed into her, her full breasts jolted violently, nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Her elegant crimson dress lay discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor, and the expensive black lace lingerie she had worn for Marcus was now discarded like trash.
Her eyes... those beautiful eyes that used to look at Marcus with calculated affection... were glassy, unfocused, and filled with tears.
Yet even as she sobbed and begged, her hips kept twitching upward, her soaked pussy greedily swallowing every thick inch of the cock that was destroying her.
Marcus’s stomach twisted violently.
’This... this is Alex.’
The same Alex he had mocked for years. The scholarship charity case. The orphan nobody. The weak little dog he and his friends used to kick around whenever they felt bored.
And now that same man was on top of his Sophia, pounding her like she was nothing more than a toy made for his pleasure.
A fresh wave of self-loathing crashed over Marcus so hard he almost vomited.
’I let this happen... I left her alone... I let that bastard touch what was mine...’
Alex’s powerful body moved with effortless dominance, muscles flexing under sweat-slick skin as he fucked Sophia with long, punishing strokes.
One of his hands was wrapped around her throat... not choking hard enough to kill, just enough to remind her who owned her in this moment. The other hand roamed possessively over her body, squeezing her breasts, slapping her thighs, gripping her waist like he was marking territory.
Sophia’s screams grew louder again as Alex angled his hips and drove even deeper.
"Alex—! Please—! It’s too much—! Ahhh—!!"
Her voice cracked. Fresh tears spilled. Her fingers clawed weakly at the silk sheets.
Marcus’s vision swam with rage and helplessness. He tried to push himself up again, but his arms gave out. All he could do was watch.
Watch as the woman he loved was being ruined right in front of him.
Watch as her once-proud expression melted into pure, cock-drunk submission.
Watch as her body betrayed her with every wet, squelching thrust.
Then Alex’s deep, mocking voice cut through the obscene sounds.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak clearly, one hand coming down in a sharp, loud SMACK across Sophia’s ass that made her entire body jolt and scream.
"Where should I put it, my little slut?"
Sophia’s only response was a broken, wordless whimper. She couldn’t even form sentences anymore.
Alex’s hand came down again... harder.
SMACK!
Sophia cried out, her pussy visibly clenching around his cock.
"Should I cum inside you?" Alex asked, voice low and cruel, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Should I fill this tight little cunt and mark you as mine forever, my little bitch?"
Marcus’s entire body flinched as if he’d been struck.
No...
No. No. No—!
The scream echoed inside his skull, raw and desperate.
Not inside her... Please, God, not inside her...
He imagined it... Alex’s thick, hot cum flooding Sophia’s womb, claiming her in the most permanent way possible. The thought made something inside Marcus shatter.
Sophia suddenly raised her tear-streaked face. Her messy hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, mascara running in dark rivers down her cheeks. For a brief moment, her eyes met Marcus’s — and in that gaze, he saw a flicker of something that made his broken heart clench with desperate hope.
She looked at him.
Then she turned her head toward Alex, eyes burning with defiance even as her body trembled around his invading cock.
"Do whatever you want with my body..." she said, her voice hoarse but filled with steel. "Fuck me. Break me. Use me like a whore. But you could never own my soul. I’m Marcus’s... and only he is mine."
The words hit Marcus like a lifeline thrown into stormy waters.
Pride swelled in his chest. Even now, even while being fucked senseless by their enemy, Sophia was still choosing him. Still declaring her loyalty. His woman. His future wife. Still fighting.
A weak, trembling smile tried to form on his bloodied lips.
That’s my Sophia... That’s my—
But Alex only smirked.
A cold, knowing, utterly amused smirk that sent ice crawling down Marcus’s spine.
He didn’t look angry. He looked... entertained.
Alex slowed his thrusts to a deep, deliberate grind, making Sophia whimper despite her defiant words. He leaned down closer to her ear, but made sure his voice carried clearly across the room.
"Such pretty words," he murmured, voice dripping with mockery. "But your pussy is clenching so hard around me right now. It doesn’t seem to agree with your soul, little liar."
Sophia’s breath hitched. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes, but she kept her jaw clenched, refusing to take it back.
Alex chuckled darkly, then straightened up, still buried to the hilt inside her. He looked straight at Marcus through the dim light, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.
"Or..." he continued, a dark smirk playing on his lips, "should I pull out and paint you with my cum? Let your boyfriend watch exactly how you look wearing my color?"
The words landed like a slap.
Marcus’s pride shattered as quickly as it had formed.
He imagined it... Sophia’s beautiful face, her perfect breasts, her soft belly completely covered in Alex’s thick seed. Marked. Claimed. Painted like a cheap whore for him to see.
His stomach twisted violently.
No... Anything but that...
But deep down, a sick, broken part of him almost preferred it. At least it wouldn’t be inside her. At least it wouldn’t...
Alex’s smirk widened as he watched the conflicting emotions war across Marcus’s face.
Alex suddenly pulled out of Sophia with a wet, obscene sound. Her pussy gaped for a second, twitching and dripping, before he moved up and straddled her chest.
Sophia’s tear-streaked face looked up at him in dazed confusion.
Alex stroked his massive, glistening cock rapidly above her.
Marcus watched in frozen horror as Alex’s breathing grew heavier, more primal.
Then it happened.
Alex let out a deep, guttural, almost animalistic groan as his cock erupted.
Thick, powerful ropes of hot white cum shot out in heavy spurts.
The first landed across Sophia’s face... from her forehead down over one eye and across her parted lips.
The second and third painted her heaving breasts, coating her nipples and the soft flesh in thick, pearly strands.
More followed... heavy, endless ropes that splattered across her belly, her neck, even reaching her hair. There was so much of it. Far more than Marcus had ever seen in his life. It kept coming, covering her in layer after layer until her once-flawless skin was glazed and dripping with Alex’s seed.
Sophia lay there panting, eyes half-lidded, lips trembling as cum dripped from her chin onto her chest. She looked completely destroyed. Marked. Owned.
Marcus’s eyes were wide with pure shock.
He couldn’t look away.
He couldn’t breathe.
The woman he had planned to marry... the woman he had already mentally claimed as his future... was lying there covered in another man’s cum like a used whore. And the man responsible was the same pathetic loser Marcus used to bully without a second thought.
A broken, humiliated sound escaped Marcus’s throat.
Something inside him fractured permanently in that moment.
Alex just looked down at the ruined girl beneath him, taking in the breathtaking sight of Sophia covered in his thick, pearly seed. Cum dripped slowly from her chin, her lashes, and her heaving breasts, painting her once-elegant body in his mark.
"Look at you, Sophia..." Alex murmured, his voice low and possessive as he admired her cum-glazed form. "So fucking beautiful like this."
He slowly turned his head toward Marcus, who was still groaning in pain on the floor, and his smirk widened.
"Don’t you agree, Marcus?"
Alex stepped back slightly, towering over Sophia’s trembling body. His powerful frame cast a long shadow across her as he looked down at her flushed, tear-streaked face with calm, cold authority. His voice was steady, commanding, each word cutting like a sharpened blade.
"I’m not a beast, Sophia," he said, almost gently. "I’m giving you a real choice right now."
He glanced once more at the broken Marcus, then back to her.
"You’ve seen by now exactly what kind of man your dear Marcus is. Pathetic. Weak. A cuck who can only watch while another man claims what he thought was his."
Alex’s hand reached down, lazily smearing a thick streak of his own cum across her breast with his thumb, marking her further.
"And you’ve felt exactly what kind of man I am," he continued, voice dropping into something darker, more dangerous. "You’ve felt how deep I go. How hard I fuck you. How completely I can ruin this tight little pussy until you forget your own name... until the only thing left in your head is my cock."
He stared straight into her eyes, completely ignoring Marcus’s broken whimpers.
"So decide. You can walk away right now if you still want that pathetic, broken piece of shit lying over there. Go back to him. Be his weak little girlfriend. Live with the man who couldn’t even protect you — the man who stood there watching like a worthless cuck while I claimed what was his."
Alex’s eyes darkened with dominance.
"Or... you can stay right here, spread your legs wide for me, and let me fuck you the way you’ve been begging for. The way you deserve to be fucked."
He paused, letting the heavy silence fill the room.
"The choice is yours, Sophia. Him... or me."