The flight back to the UK was cancelled at the last minute due to sudden severe weather turbulence over the Mediterranean. Thick storm clouds had rolled in unexpectedly, making takeoff too dangerous.
The pilot informed them that the earliest safe window was the following morning. Fin agreed without argument — doing what he had to do would be far easier here in the privacy of the family villa than on a crowded plane where someone might notice.
The maids quickly prepared a late dinner in the grand dining hall of the villa. The long mahogany table gleamed under crystal chandeliers, laden with fresh seafood, fine wines, and elegant silverware. Everyone gathered around it, the atmosphere deceptively calm on the surface.
Sarah sat awkwardly, still shy and uncomfortable in the opulent surroundings, her revealing red mini-dress feeling out of place among the elegance.
But Marianne comforted her effortlessly — leaning in with warm smiles, gentle touches on her arm, and easy conversation that made the younger woman relax almost instantly. It was like a second nature to her, a perfect chameleon shifting between roles without effort.
Fin watched it all in silence. He realized with a quiet shock that he actually didn't know Marianne at all. The warm, welcoming future mother-in-law he had always admired was far more complex — and far more dangerous — than he had ever imagined.
And when he caught the hidden plays under the table — Marianne's foot slowly rubbing against Mike's leg, her fingers brushing his thigh when no one was looking — his decision hardened even further.
After dinner, Fin turned to Clara with a soft smile.
"Why don't you sleep with Sarah tonight? You two can catch up properly and make her feel more at ease."
Clara happily agreed, kissing his cheek before heading off with her friend.
Once they were gone, Fin quietly called the butler into a side room. He handed him the small vial Lila had given him.
"Add three drops to Alain's tea and two to Marianne's," Fin instructed, voice steady but low. "Be discreet. I don't want anyone to know about this."
The butler didn't even blink. He simply took the vial, bowed deeply, and left without a word.
Fin stood there for a moment, staring at the empty doorway.
Damn… is this really this easy?
He had always known his family held immense power, but in that moment, he truly understood: the world of the top was always like this. He had simply been the odd one out — blinded by his mother's overwhelming love and protection from the true, ruthless nature of the wealth he was born into.
The night passed slowly.
At 2 AM, Fin's phone buzzed with a message from Lila:
"The drug must have already done its work. Let's do it now, before it loses its effect."
Fin replied quickly:
"Won't Mike notice your absence?"
Lila's answer came almost instantly:
"He wasn't here. Said something about swimming to calm his nerves or something. Anyway, we have time. If he comes back and notices, I'll say something."
Fin sighed, slipped on a simple white t-shirt tucked into his trousers, and left his room. The door closed behind him with a soft click. His steps felt heavy on the marble floors as he made his way through the quiet villa corridors.
Lila was waiting for him at the entrance to Clara's parents' separate wing. She wore a short, tight t-shirt that barely reached her mid-thighs, the thin fabric stretching across her full breasts and leaving little to the imagination. Fin had to mentally slap himself to stay focused.
They moved slowly and silently toward the master suite.
Dominus had been very clear in the last message: Fin must record the entire act. He could blur faces if he wanted, but the act itself had to be captured completely.
As they approached the door, heavy panting and desperate moans drifted out into the hallway.
"AHHHH... noo…. Ummmm…"
Fin and Lila froze on the spot.
Fin whispered, half-joking to ease the tension, "Is that drug supposed to make them sleep, or is it some kind of Viagra?"
Lila narrowed her eyes and moved forward silently. The sounds grew louder — wet kissing, heavy breathing, a man's guttural roar.
"Fuckk… yessss… Umm…. Miss Moreau…"
Lila turned back to Fin, her eyes wide with shock.
"Fin… that's not Clara's father. I think that's Mike and Miss Moreau…"
Fin's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in disbelief.
He couldn't believe the absurdity of the situation. He and Lila crept closer. The door was slightly ajar. Fin's hand trembled as he used the master key to ease it open just enough for them to peek inside.
The master bedroom was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting warm golden light across the rumpled silk sheets and dark wood furniture. Marianne was pinned against the wall beside the large bed, her red lace nightdress yanked down to her waist. The delicate fabric bunched around her hips, barely covering anything. One thick, smooth thigh was raised high and hooked over Mike's shoulder, the other planted on the floor for support. Her massive breasts spilled completely free, heavy and swaying with every ragged breath, nipples hard and flushed.
Mike was on his knees in front of her, completely naked, his face buried between her thighs. His tongue licked long, slow, hungry stripes up her dripping pussy — sluuuurp… sluuuurp… — savoring the taste of her arousal as it coated his lips and chin.
Marianne's head was thrown back against the wall, one hand clamped tightly over her own mouth to muffle her moans, the other gripping Mike's hair hard, pushing his face deeper.
"Ummm… ahhh… right there… lick me… fuck… slurp… slurp… yes… just like that…"
Mike sucked her swollen clit into his mouth with a wet pop, tongue flicking rapidly. Marianne's body jerked, her raised thigh trembling as fresh wetness trickled down her inner thigh.
"Ahh… ahhh… you're so fucking good at that… sluuuurp… don't stop… don't you dare stop…"
Mike growled against her pussy, the vibration making her moan louder. He pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them roughly while his tongue continued its relentless assault — squish… squish… slurp… slurp…
Marianne's hips bucked against his face, her heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust of his fingers.
"Fuckkk… yes… deeper… ahhh… ahhh… you're going to make me cum already… you dirty boy…"
Mike pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, replacing them with his tongue, fucking her with it in long, deep strokes while his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit.
Marianne's legs started to shake. She bit her own hand harder, trying to stay quiet, but broken moans still escaped.
"Ummm… fuck… I'm close… I'm so fucking close… sluuuurp… squish… squish… don't stop… make me cum… make your milf cum…"
Her orgasm hit hard. Her back arched violently off the wall, thighs clamping around Mike's head as she came with a muffled, throaty cry — AHHHH… fuckkk… — her pussy pulsing and flooding his tongue with hot, wet release.
Mike didn't stop. He kept licking and sucking through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping.
Only then did he stand up, face glistening with her juices. He kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Marianne moaned into his mouth, hands roaming over his broad shoulders and chest as she kissed him back like a woman starved.
She suddenly turned the tables — pinning him against the wall instead, her tongue trailing saliva down his neck before she bit him hard.
"Huhh…" Mike groaned.
Marianne smiled dangerously against his skin. "Are you confident you can handle me, kid? Just so you know… I won't stop at a single session. From now on, either you become my slave… or you make me yours."
Mike laughed, voice rough with lust. He stripped off the last of his clothes, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already rock-hard and leaking.
Marianne's eyes sparkled with hunger as she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him firmly.
"Ohh… you suddenly grew balls to call me a slut, asshole?" she purred, kissing him again, biting his lower lip.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, red lace nightdress still bunched around her waist, breasts fully exposed. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth — gluck… gluck… gluck — swallowing him deep until her nose pressed against his abdomen.
Mike groaned loudly, one hand fisting her silver-blonde hair.
"Fuck… your mouth feels so good… slurp… gluck… gluck…"
Fin stepped back, unable to watch the depraved act any longer. For a second he had hoped Marianne was under the influence of the drug, but her glass sat untouched on the bedside table. She was completely sober.
Lila turned to him, whispering urgently, "What do we do, Fin?"
Before he could answer, his phone buzzed with a new message from Dominus.
"Keke, do you like my surprise, Fin?"
It hit him like a hammer. Everything that had happened tonight — Mike being here, Marianne willingly participating — was no coincidence. This was Dominus's sick game.
Fin's teeth ground together as he typed back with shaking fingers:
"What kind of sick bastard are you? What the hell do you want?"
A reply came instantly:
"Just like we agreed, Fin. If you can't complete your task, you can never learn the truth about your father."
Lila looked at him, confused. "What is he saying?"
Fin turned to her, his voice shaky with disbelief.
"He says I still need to complete the task…"
Lila's eyes widened. "What?! How the hell are we supposed to do that now, when Mike is already devouring her?"
Fin's phone buzzed again with one final message from Dominus:
"This may probably motivate you a little, Fin."
A video attachment followed.
Fin opened it, turning the volume down completely. Lila moved closer to watch.
The video showed a dark, grainy clip — but the content was unmistakable.
Fin's face went pale.
He suddenly turned and walked away without a word.
"Fin?" Lila whispered, following him down the hallway.
Even as she reached the main hall, he was gone. She clenched her fists in frustration.
So you still want to stay a coward… she thought bitterly.
Then she heard steady footsteps approaching.
She slowly lifted her head.
Her breath caught in her throat. She paled and stepped back in fear.
"Fin… that… that… why are you holding a gun?"
Fin stood there in the dimly lit hallway, white t-shirt tucked into his trousers, a sleek black handgun gripped tightly in his hand. His eyes were dark, cold, and completely resolute.
The night had just taken its darkest turn yet.