Orgy

Fred POV

I stood near the ornate pillar with Sophia pressed against my side, her arm looped possessively around my waist. The ribbon-cutting had gone perfectly — all eyes on me, applause roaring like I deserved. This was supposed to be my night.

My triumph.

Yet that bastard Elias was still stealing attention.

I watched him across the room, smiling politely as he greeted yet another group of investors. Then some aide tapped his shoulder and he walked off like an obedient dog, completely ignoring my earlier order.

“Fucking unbelievable,” I growled under my breath, gripping my champagne glass so tightly I thought it might shatter. “Look at him. Parading around like he’s somebody. Father sends for him and he just runs off. Don't I exist too? After I told him to serve my friends?”

Sophia leaned in closer, her silver mask brushing against my cheek. Her hand slid down my chest slowly. “Baby, calm down. You’re the star tonight. Everyone saw you cut the ribbon. Elias is just… background noise.”

“Background noise?” I hissed, eyes still locked on where Elias had disappeared.

“He’s a fucking mistake. An illegitimate stain on our family name. And yet Father keeps throwing him scraps of responsibility. If he keeps this up, people will start thinking he’s actually important.”

Sophia’s fingers trailed lower, brushing over my belt. She glanced around quickly — the lights were dim, the crowd distracted by the music and masks. A wicked little smile played on her lips.

“Let me help you relax,” she whispered, her voice husky. Her hand dipped boldly into my trousers, fingers wrapping around my cock.

She started stroking me slowly, right there in the middle of the crowded ballroom, hidden only by our bodies and the shadows.

“Fuck, Sophia…” I muttered, my breath hitching. Her grip was perfect — firm and teasing, thumb brushing over the head with every stroke.

“You’re so hard already,” she purred softly, leaning in to nibble my ear. “Is it because you’re angry at him? Or because you’re thinking about how you’ll destroy him?”

I let out a low groan, hips subtly thrusting into her hand. “Both. I want him gone. He thinks he can play the humble brother forever? I’ll make sure he dies before he even dreams of taking what’s mine.”

Around us, our circle of rich heirs and heiresses weren’t exactly being subtle either. In the dimly lit corners, masks hid their sins. One of my friends had his date pressed against the wall, kissing her deeply, his hand disappearing under her dress.

Another girl was on her knees in front of her boyfriend, her head bobbing discreetly behind a tall floral arrangement. Moans and soft gasps blended with the music.

My close friend was busy nibbling at his lady nipples making her moan with pleasure.

Sophia stroked me faster, twisting her wrist just the way I liked. “That’s it, baby. Let it out. Think about Elias on his knees instead of me. Serving you properly for once.”

“Shit… keep going,” I growled, my voice strained. “Faster.”

She obeyed, pumping me with skilled fingers. “You’re going to cum for me right here, aren’t you? While everyone celebrates your success.”

The pressure built fast. Her hand, the risk of being seen, the burning anger toward Elias — it all mixed into a powerful rush. I gripped her waist hard, burying my face against her neck as I came with a muffled groan, spilling into her palm.

Sophia milked every drop, then casually withdrew her hand and wiped it discreetly with a napkin from a passing waiter. She smiled sweetly at me.

“Feel better?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Much,” I admitted, adjusting my trousers. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

She leaned in, whispering, “Good. Now deal with Elias faster, Fred. He’s becoming a real problem. Your father keeps giving him attention. If you don’t crush him soon, he might actually become a threat.”

Before I could reply, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw an unknown number. I stepped slightly away from the group and answered.

“Yes?”

A familiar rough voice came through — the hitman from the clubhouse.

“Mr Carter or should I say....Fred. Nice little party you’re throwing. Heard your brother’s been busy entertaining the devil himself tonight.”

I glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “What do you want? I thought we were lying low.”

The man chuckled darkly. “Plans change. I’ve got something good. Come visit me tomorrow at the same place. I have a plan that’ll work perfectly for you. We’ll take care of your little Elias problem once and for all. And this time, even Damien won’t be able to interfere.”

My pulse quickened with dark excitement. “You better not be fucking with me again.”

“Trust me, rich boy. Come alone tomorrow. We’ll talk details.”

The line went dead.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, a slow, vicious smile spreading across my face.

Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Good news?”

“Very good news,” I replied, pulling her closer again. “Looks like Elias’s days are finally numbered.”