Chapter4
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Sofia's POV
In exchange for one million dollars, Sofia Delgado agrees to be a plaything for Mallory and Lorenzo Marcello for the term of one year. She must acclimate to the Marcello lifestyle of travel and luxury during the term of this agreement.
I sucked in a sharp breath and continued reading the lengthy contract that detailed everything I would have to do as their toy, including a list of kinks that each of them wanted to explore with me or that they would be participating in with each other.
On the last page, they had left space for me to write my kinks.
Swallowing hard, I glanced around the office and inched closer to my desk. It was ten in the morning on Friday, and I had already finished my work for this week, which meant I had the next six hours to stare at this contract.
Like I had been doing for the past week.
But I had been way too nervous. I hadn’t even returned any of Enzo’s phone calls. Not that I even wanted to get back together with him after he left me to fend for myself at the club last Friday. He had just wanted some p***y.
I continued down the page.
Shared Kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, b**m of all kinds (with the exception of watersports or scat play), name-calling, degrada—
“Sofia?” my boss called, peering out of his office.
After quickly hiding the contract in the hundreds of papers on my desk, I grabbed my iPad with the designs on it for the upcoming project and hurried to his office. I had been working all week on creating the best artwork for an upcoming animated streaming romance series. But it had been hard to focus.
Once I stepped into the office, the balding man stood behind his desk and nodded to the door. I closed it behind me and walked to the chair in front of him, placing the iPad on my thighs and remembering how it had felt when Mallory put her hands there.
We sat in silence for a couple of moments until he sat down and sighed.
“There’s no easy way to say this, Sofia. I know we just hired you a few months ago, but”—my boss grimaced and shook his head—“the company ordered me to lay off people on the design team.”
My eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
This had been my dream job. I had spent over a hundred thousand dollars in college to perfect my art skills and get a degree so a studio of this scale would even recognize my work in a sea of amazing artists.
Everyone had called me stupid for going to art school, but it had landed me a job here.
What would I tell my family? That I was now hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt with no job, only to hear them say, *I told you so*?
“Please pack up your desk and hand in your iPad by the end of the workday.”
Tears forming in my eyes, I gave him the iPad and stood. My chest tightened.
“Why? Why is this happening?”
I walked out of his office with a shattered heart and moved aimlessly toward my desk, feeling so numb. Once I made it to the small cubicle, which really hindered all sense of creativity, I gathered my belongings.
No way would I wait until the end of the day.
If they were firing me, then I would leave now. I grabbed all the things that I had brought to work over the course of the last month—all the papers and pictures of my family, the cute knickknacks sitting in the cubicle corner.
And then… I grabbed the manila folder with the contract. I peered down at it and swallowed hard.
One million dollars.
That was how much the Mafia boss and his wife had offered me to be their toy. They wanted me to live in their home, sleep in their bed, and submit to them on my hands and knees at a moment’s notice. The deal was to do whatever they wanted sexually and nothing more.
But no strings attached never worked out. It would be enough to pay back my student loans and not default on any money owed to the bank. I would finally be able to buy an iPad of my own and draw all day long without the need to sell my soul to some studio.
Of course, the money wasn’t legal, and the job came with countless cons. If anyone found out about me, I’d be harassed by the cops, targeted by rival families, and seen as nothing more than a filthy, easy slut by the Marcello relatives.
But I’d be under Lorenzo’s protection. And Lorenzo didn’t take anyone’s s**t.
Lorenzo’s POV
I was sitting at my office desk when one of my men knocked on the door. “Boss, Sofia is here to see you.”
“Sofia?” I asked, my mind flickering to Mallory. “Send her in.”
Staring down at her feet, she scurried into the room and sat down in front of me on one of the two leather chairs, chewing on the inside of her lip. When the door clicked closed, she sucked in a breath and peeked a glance up at me.
Awaiting her answer, I sat back in my chair, tapped my finger on the armrest, and glanced down at the contract in her shaky hands. “I see that you’ve come to a decision.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Speak up when you talk to me,” I growled, remembering how timid Mallory had been when I first met her.
“Yes,” she said a bit louder, obviously trying to fake confidence.
“And?” I asked, unable to read her.
“And I…” She fumbled with the contract and slid it across the desk. “I want to do it.”
The corner of my lips twitched up as I grabbed the contract from her. “Do what?”
“I want to be your toy.”
After a couple of moments of staring at her intensely, I flipped to the last page of the contract, spotted her signature, and smirked. “Luca!” I shouted to my men.
The security guard opened the door and stuck his head into the room. “Yes, sir?”
“Bring the car around the back.”
When Luca disappeared, I stood and held out my hand for her to take. “You will start tonight. Mallory will be surprised. She’s been waiting for your reply since last Friday, Sofia.”
Hesitantly, she grabbed my hand. “And you?” she asked. “How do you feel about it?”
Guiding her toward the door, I chuckled. “This might’ve been Mallory’s idea, but I’ve been waiting for your response almost as much as she has. After seeing how excited my wife was when she saw you last weekend, I can’t wait to tie you up and have my way with both of you.”
Not only because it made Mallory happy, but because if this worked out, then Mallory would have someone there for her if the FBI found something incriminating on us and hauled me off to prison. I didn’t trust any men with Mallory, but Sofia… I had looked into her history the first night that Mallory glanced over at her and found that they had a lot of the same interests before I married Mallory. The girls in the family had changed my wife, and I wanted her to find love in her art projects again.
Sofia shifted slightly and rubbed her thighs together while we walked down the hall, opposite of the club and toward a back door. Luca opened the door for us, glancing briefly at her hand in mine, then handed me the keys.
“Don’t call me for the night,” I said to Luca, glancing at Sofia. “Mallory and I will be busy.”
After curtly nodding at me, Luca shut the back door. I slid into the driver’s seat and peered at Sofia, who pressed her hands to her thighs in an attempt to stop them from bouncing.
Once I drove about ten blocks down, I pulled into the underground parking lot of my luxury skyscraper building. Nervously, she shuffled out of the car and walked with me to the elevators as I tapped on my phone to send her the first half of the payment. “You will get half now,” I said, pressing the top button in the elevator. “Half once this year is complete. All your expenses will be paid, and you’ll live in this building, a couple of floors down from us. We already have a place set out for you.”
Sofia’s phone buzzed, and my payment popped up on her screen. A deposit of $500,000.
When the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her hand. “Come. We’re going to see my wife.”
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