INICIAR SESIÓNI spent a year starving for a man who wouldn't touch me. Then his father and brother decided to feast. Rob called me a slut when I begged him to fuck me. Made me feel worthless for craving his hands on my body. Then he let another woman suck his cock right in front of me—and told me she did it better. I should have left. But I followed him to his family's private island in Italy instead. That's where I met them. Victor Marchetti. Rob's father. Silver hair, ice-blue eyes, and a body built for sin. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. When his hand touched the small of my back, I felt it between my thighs. Dante. The older brother. Dark, dangerous, and built like he could break me apart with his bare hands. One look from those black eyes and I was wet. One word from that deep voice and I was ready to drop to my knees. I tried to resist. Tried to remember I had a boyfriend sleeping down the hall. But they hunted me. Cornered me. Made me admit what my body had been screaming for. When they finally took me—both of them, at the same time, claiming every hole, every sound, every desperate whimper—I understood what I'd been missing. Victor's hand around my throat while Dante buried himself so deep I couldn't breathe. Two men who didn't just want me. They needed me. Owned me. Ruined me for anyone else. Rob made me beg for scraps. His father and brother made me scream their names.
Ver másLia’s POVThe words hit me like a physical blow. Like he'd reached across the space between us and punched me in the stomach.Better than I ever did.I thought about all the times I'd tried to please him. All the times I'd gotten on my knees for him, wanting to make him feel good, wanting him to want me. How I'd tried to learn what he liked, asked him to tell me how to do it better. How he'd just lie there silent and bored, never giving me any feedback, never showing any enthusiasm.I'd thought it was me. That I wasn't good enough. That I didn't know how to do it right.But he'd never wanted me to do it right. He just didn't want me.More tears spilled down my face. My whole body was shaking now, trembling with hurt and anger and humiliation."How could you?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "How could you do this to me?"Rob sighed heavily, like I was exhausting him. Like I was the problem here."Jesus, you're so dramatic," he muttered, pulling out his phone again. "It didn't mean any
Lia’s POVA real smile, not the annoyed half-smile he usually gave me. His eyes lit up as he looked at her, traveling down her body slowly, taking his time."I don't need anything for now," he said, and his voice was different. Warmer. Friendlier. Flirty, even."Okay, sir," she purred, holding his gaze for a beat too long. "Just let me know if that changes."Then she turned and walked away, her hips swaying with each step. I watched as Rob's eyes followed her the whole way, glued to her ass as she disappeared through the door at the front. He didn't even try to hide it. Didn't even care that I was sitting right there.He even licked his lips slightly, his tongue darting out as he stared after her.My chest felt tight. My throat felt like it was closing up. But I pretended not to see. I turned my face toward the window and stared at the clouds, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from forming.This was normal, I told myself. Guys looked at other women. It didn't mean anything. I was bei
Lia’s POVHis words hit me hard. Like cold water thrown in my face. Like being slapped.I froze. My whole body went stiff. Those words kept repeating in my head. Like a little slut. Like a little slut. Like a little slut.The warm feelings I'd had—the wanting, the desire—all disappeared in a second. Something cold and empty took their place. It sat in my chest like a rock. Shame. Hurt. Confusion.He let go of my arm and turned his back to me. He pulled the blanket over his shoulder with a hard pull. The movement said it all—he was done with me. Within seconds, his breathing went back to normal. He was asleep again. Just like that. Like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just called me a slut for wanting my own boyfriend.I lay there in the dark, frozen, staring at the back of his head. At his shoulder under the blanket. At his messy brown hair on the pillow.His words kept playing in my mind over and over. Stop acting like a little slut. Each time, they hurt more.Was I a slut for wanti
Lia's POVThe dream always started the same way.A man came into my bedroom. The door opened slowly with a creak. I heard his footsteps on the wooden floor. Heavy steps that made the floor groan. I never saw his face—it was always hidden in shadow, like the darkness covered him on purpose. But I could tell he was tall and big. His shoulders were wide, filling the doorway. His body blocked the soft light from my window, the moonlight that usually made my room glow.He walked toward my bed without saying anything. Not a sound except those heavy footsteps getting closer. My heart started racing, pounding so hard it hurt. I wanted to move, to say something, but I couldn't. My body wouldn't listen.He got into my bed, and the mattress sank under his weight. The springs creaked. I could feel the heat from his body before he even touched me. He filled the whole space, all the air in the room.His big hands reached for my thighs. They were rough and warm, so much bigger than mine. He pushed t












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