My husband sold me off to the devils

Sofia's pov

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, the same mirror where I had once dressed for anniversary dinners and charity galas with Derek. My hands trembled as I slipped out of my modest blouse and pencil skirt, letting them pool at my feet like the remnants of the old Sophia.

The woman staring back at me now wore nothing but determination and a burning need for revenge. I chose the sluttiest red dress I owned-a sleek, backless piece that clung to every curve, the hem riding high on my thighs. I left my dark hair loose in waves and painted my lips bold red. No bra. No panties. Just skin, silk, and fury.

Before I could second-guess myself, I heard Derek's footsteps on the stairs. He appeared in the doorway, eyes red and swollen, looking like a broken man.

"Sophia... wait," he pleaded, voice hoarse. "Don't go. Please."

I spun around, fire blazing in my chest. "Don't go? You literally offered me to them like a fucking whore, Derek! Everything just to save your sorry ass!"

He stepped closer, reaching for my arm, but I yanked away. "I had no choice. They would have killed me. But you... you're sacrificing yourself for me. For us. I love you so much for this, baby. You're my hero. Everything will be fine once the debt is gone. We'll start over. I promise."

His words sliced deeper than any slap I'd given him earlier. Love? Sacrifice? The audacity made my stomach churn. I stared at him, tears of pure rage stinging my eyes. This man-this coward-still thought I was doing this out of love for him.

"You love me?" I whispered, voice shaking. Then it exploded. "You love me?! You sold me to three dangerous men to pay for your gambling addiction! You drained my business, our home, my future, and now you stand here telling me everything will be fine? That I'm your hero?" I shoved his chest hard, making him stumble back. "I swear to God, Derek, I will ruin you. I will take everything from you the way you took everything from me. When this is over, you'll have nothing. No money, no reputation, no wife. You'll be nothing."

He looked stunned, tears welling up. "Sophia... please. I didn't mean-"

"Save it," I snapped, grabbing my coat. "I'm doing this. But not for you. Never for you again."

I stormed out of the house, his desperate calls echoing behind me, but I didn't look back. The betrayal burned like acid in my veins. He still didn't see me as a person. Just a tool.

As I drove toward Eclipse, Kai's underground club, I reminded myself why I knew these men. Not personally, but their reputations preceded them in my world.

As a corporate lawyer, I'd come across their names in high-stakes dealings and confidential files. Viktor, the ruthless loan shark whose empire skirted the edges of legality-I'd reviewed contracts tied to his lending operations for clients who'd crossed him.

Marcus, the political fixer, whose influence appeared in whispered lobbying cases and regulatory loopholes I'd helped navigate for powerful firms.

And Kai, owner of Eclipse and several other exclusive venues, whose name surfaced in entertainment law disputes and underground networking events my firm occasionally touched. I'd never met them face-to-face, but I knew enough to understand their power... and maybe their weaknesses.

The underground club pulsed with low, sensual music as I walked past the line. The bouncer recognized my name and let me in. Dim red lighting bathed the space in sin. I made my way to the VIP lounge, heart pounding but steps confident.

They were there. Viktor in the center, Marcus to his right sipping whiskey, Kai on the left with those piercing green eyes locking onto me instantly.

I approached slowly, letting the red dress do its work. The fabric hugged my breasts, whispering against my hardened nipples. Their gazes devoured me. Hungry, dark, assessing.

"Well, well," Kai drawled. "The wife really decided to come to us."

"I'm here to make a deal."

Viktor leaned forward, eyes tracing my body. "A deal? After your husband offered you like meat?"

"All i want is my every asset to be recovered. Protect me from any fallout. Destroy him-financially, socially, utterly. In return..." I paused, meeting each of their eyes. "I'll be yours. Willingly. All three of you. Whenever and however you want me."

Marcus chuckled, heat in his eyes. "You drive a hard bargain, Sophia. You think you can handle us?"

I lowered myself to my knees on the plush carpet in front of their booth, the dress riding up my thighs. "I know exactly what I'm offering."

The air thickened. Viktor gripped my chin, tilting my face up. His thumb brushed my red lips. "Not the meek wife we expected."

Kai locked the private lounge door with a click. Viktor pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, feeling the hard muscle of his thighs. His large hands settled on my waist, sliding up my bare back.

"You're already soaked," he murmured, breath hot against my ear. One hand slipped under my dress, fingers brushing my bare pussy. He found me dripping. "No panties. Good girl."

I gasped as Viktor teased my folds slowly, circling my clit with deliberate, torturous strokes. No rush-just building heat that made my thighs quiver around him.

A whirlwind of disbelief crashed through my mind. How did I become so bold? This wasn't me. The careful, calculated lawyer who planned every move, who weighed every risk in boardrooms and courtrooms. Was this the crash out? The final snap after years of betrayal, after Derek's knife in my back? This was the first time in my life I was doing something without thinking, diving headfirst into the unknown.

Becoming their slut felt degrading, humiliating in a way that burned my cheeks even as wetness slicked Viktor's fingers. Yet I knew the truth: trying to recover my assets on my own was impossible. Derek had buried them too deep, tangled them with shady deals and powerful enemies I couldn't fight alone. I needed to save my skin-only my skin. My freedom. My future. This was the price.

Marcus moved behind me, fingers threading into my hair, tugging my head back gently but firmly.

"Tell us how you'll serve us," Marcus commanded, his lips grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Details, Sophia."

My breath hitched as Viktor's thick fingers continued their slow exploration between my legs. "I'll suck your cocks whenever you snap your fingers," I whispered, voice trembling with a mix of shame and dark thrill. "I'll bend over in your offices, your cars, your clubs. You can fuck me one at a time or all together. Use my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I'll moan for you, beg for you like the desperate slut you need me to be. Just give me my life back and destroy him."

Kai approached from the side, fingers tracing my collarbone before dipping into the neckline of my dress to tease my nipple. He rolled it slowly, pinching just enough to make me whimper. "Brave words. Show us."

Viktor pressed one finger inside me, then two, stretching me with patient care. I rocked against his hand, grinding slowly while his thumb kept lazy circles on my clit. Pleasure built in waves, not frantic but deep and consuming, pulling soft, needy sounds from my throat. Marcus kissed down my neck, sucking lightly on my pulse point, his breath hot against my skin. Kai freed one breast from the dress, leaning in to swirl his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

I moaned softly, the sound raw and needy. Viktor curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again in unhurried strokes. My thighs trembled around him. The dress stayed on, bunched around my waist, making me feel exposed yet claimed.

"You're going to look so good taking all three of us," Viktor growled against my ear, pumping his fingers deeper but still controlled. "We'll ruin that husband of yours, and we'll ruin you for anyone else."

I rocked harder, lost in the slow burn of their touches.

This is a pact sealed in pleasure and power. I had come for revenge, but as their hands and mouths explored me with dark patience, I felt the dangerous thrill of stepping into their world.

There was no turning back.