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“Mmhh Luca.” I melted into him, moaning softly against his lips, my body lighting up like it hadn’t in years.Luca’s kiss consumed me completely. There was nothing gentle about it — it was raw hunger, years of suppressed desire finally breaking free. His tongue tangled with mine in deep, possessive strokes while one large hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me. His other hand squeezed my full ass under the short skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled me harder against the massive bulge in his jeans.I moaned into his mouth, my body melting against his solid frame. “Luca…” I whimpered when he finally let me breathe, my lips already swollen. My nipples were rock hard, aching as they pressed against his chest through my thin tank top.He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and intense. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Bella. Every time I saw you at family dinners or when Marco ignored you… I wanted to pull you asi

Isabella’s POVThe night dragged on in suffocating silence. Marco’s steady breathing beside me only made the ache in my chest worse. He had fallen asleep easily, as if tearing my heart out and calling me disgusting was just another Tuesday night for him. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above us, my short nightgown hiked up around my waist. My pussy was still traitorously wet, slick from the mixture of my earlier orgasm and the fresh wave of conflicted arousal that came with my decision.Revenge.The word pulsed in my mind like a heartbeat. Luca. Marco’s younger brother. Taller, broader-shouldered, with that same dark Italian hair but sharper features and a quiet intensity Marco had lost years ago. Luca had always been different. While Marco grew distant and critical, Luca’s eyes would linger. On my hips when I cooked dinner. On the way my breasts strained against my shirt when I leaned over to help the kids with homework. Once, at a family barbecue, afte

Isabella’s POVThe minutes stretched into what felt like hours. I lay on the bed in nothing but my silk robe, loosely tied, my body still humming from the intense orgasm I’d had on camera. My pussy felt tender and sensitive, still slick with my own juices and the faint sheen of the dildo. Every small shift of my thighs sent little aftershocks through me. I kept checking my phone, the screen lighting up the dim room each time I tapped it but there was no reply or any evidence he viewed it.I told myself he was probably driving. Or in a meeting. Or maybe… just maybe… he was already getting hard thinking about me and rushing home to finally fuck his wife the way I desperately needed. The fantasy made me wet again. I slipped a hand between my legs absentmindedly, gently stroking my swollen folds as I replayed the video in my head — the way my heavy tits had bounced, the filthy things I’d moaned for him, the way I’d gushed all over that thick toy while begging for his cock.The sound of th

Isabella’s POV The house had finally gone quiet, the kind of silence that only came after hours of wrestling three rowdy boys into bed and soothing the twins back to sleep for the third time. I stood in the master bathroom, staring at my reflection under the soft glow of the vanity lights. My body had changed so much since the early days of our marriage. Five pregnancies had left their marks—soft curves where there used to be taut muscle, silver stretch marks across my belly and hips, heavier breasts that still felt full and sensitive even months after the twins stopped nursing as often.I was thirty-four, but I still felt beautiful. Desired, even. Or at least I wanted to. Marco hadn’t touched me in almost two years. Not really except maybe some quick kiss on the cheek here, a pat on the ass there when the kids weren’t looking, but nothing more. No hungry hands sliding under my nightgown. No thick cock stretching me open and making me forget the exhaustion of motherhood.Tonight, th

The rest of the night was pure torture. I went back to the party like Damien ordered, legs shaky, bikini disheveled, his marks already blooming on my neck. Every time I moved, I felt the ghost of his thick fingers inside me. Mia kept handing me drinks, laughing and completely unaware that her father had just fingered me to a screaming orgasm in my suite. I barely slept that night. I lay in bed touching myself slowly, replaying every growl, every filthy word. By morning I was a mess and soaked through my sheets again. All day I felt his eyes on me and when night finally fell and the yacht grew quiet, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped out of my suite wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe. The connecting door between our rooms was unlocked, just like he’d promised. I pushed it open silently. Damien stood in the middle of the luxurious suite, shirtless, wearing only black lounge pants that did nothing to hide how hard he already was. The moment I stepped inside, he locked the door

The sun had barely set when the yacht turned into something dangerous.String lights glowed along the decks, soft music pulsed from hidden speakers, and champagne flowed like water. Everyone was laughing, dancing, getting drunk on freedom and expensive liquor. But I felt like I was burning alive.After two glasses of champagne, my head was spinning and my body was a live wire. My tiny red bikini was barely covered by a sheer white cover-up that did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. Every time I moved, the fabric brushed against them, sending sparks straight to my clit.I couldn’t stop watching Damien who stood near the railing on the upper deck, whiskey glass in hand, looking like a dark god surveying his kingdom. The black shirt was completely unbuttoned now, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. His icy-blue eyes kept finding me across the crowd. Every single time our gazes locked, my pussy clenched and more juice leaked down my thighs.I was losing my mind.Mia ha