LOGINLia's POVBut even as I flew away from the island, even as physical distance grew between me and what had happened there, I knew something fundamental had shifted.I wasn't the same woman who'd boarded this plane days ago.I wasn't the same woman who'd accepted Rob's neglect and disrespect as normal, as what I deserved.I knew better now.I had tasted what it felt like to be cherished, and I could never unknow that. Could never go back to accepting less.The plane continued its journey through the night sky, carrying me away from the island and everything that had happened there.But it couldn't carry me away from the truth I'd discovered.I deserved more than Rob would ever give me.And I was finally—finally—ready to do something about it.When the plane finally touched down at the private airfield outside New York, the jolt of wheels hitting tarmac felt like waking from a dream. Or maybe returning to a nightmare I'd temporarily escaped.I'd spent the remaining hours of the flight in
Lia's POV"So when we get back, I was thinking maybe we could—""Rob, please," I interrupted, my voice tired. "I don't want to talk right now."He looked hurt but nodded and went back to his phone.For about ten minutes.Then he started up again, asking mundane questions about what I wanted to do when we got back to New York, whether I'd kept up with work emails, if I'd heard from any of my friends.I gave him one-word answers or no answer at all, making it abundantly clear I had no interest in conversation.At one point, about an hour into the flight, Rob actually stood up and started walking toward the back of the plane.I watched him go, half-expecting him to disappear into one of the private sleeping areas with one of the attractive flight attendants—continuing his established pattern of seeking attention and validation from any available woman.It would be typical Rob behavior. Find some willing participant and get his needs met while completely disregarding my presence or feelin
Lia's POVI packed slowly, methodically, gathering my belongings and placing them carefully in my suitcase. Part of me—a significant part—was hoping that Rob would come back and tell me it was a false alarm. That whatever crisis he'd perceived had been resolved. That we could stay after all.Because leaving now meant leaving without saying goodbye.To Victor. To Dante.The thought made my chest ache with unexpected intensity.I'd spent days with them. Had experienced things with them that had fundamentally changed me. Had discovered parts of myself I hadn't known existed.And now I was just... leaving? Without a word? Without any closure or explanation or even a proper farewell?It felt profoundly wrong.But Rob clearly wasn't going to give me a choice.I continued packing, moving from the closet to the bathroom to gather my toiletries, then back to check drawers and make sure I hadn't left anything behind.The whole time, my mind kept circling back to the same questions.What had spo
Lia's POVI left Victor's office on trembling legs that barely felt capable of supporting my weight. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been thoroughly used, claimed, pushed to limits I hadn't known existed. The exhaustion wasn't just physical—it was the kind of bone-deep weariness that came from being completely overwhelmed, from experiencing intensities of pleasure and sensation that had fundamentally altered something inside me.I navigated through the villa's elegant hallways in a daze, my hand trailing along the wall occasionally for support. My mind was spinning, trying to process everything that had happened in the span of just a few hours.Dante first—intense and passionate and possessive in my bedroom, making me feel wanted in ways Rob never had.Then Victor—commanding and experienced and overwhelming in his office, showing me what it meant to be with a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it.Both of them had marked me, claimed me, filled me. And my body
Lia's POVDante gave my ass one final, possessive squeeze, his fingers digging into the soft flesh for a moment before he straightened up. He left the room without another word, the door clicking shut quietly behind him, leaving me alone with the evidence of what we had just done.I stayed there for a few more seconds, collecting myself. Then I carefully climbed off the bed and smoothed my short dress down over my hips. The fabric felt cool against my overheated skin. With every step I took toward the door, I could feel Dante’s thick cum shifting inside me, a warm, slippery reminder that slowly dripped down my thighs. The small butt plug nestled snugly in my ass moved subtly with each movement — a modest but constant pressure that kept me deliciously aware of my body and my submission.My heart pounded harder as I walked down the hallway to Victor’s office. I paused outside the heavy wooden door, took a slow, steadying breath, and raised my hand to knock softly.“Come in,” Victor’s de
Lia's POVHis large, warm hand glided over the curve of my ass, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh possessively. His fingers trailed downward, brushing against the base of the small plug. He circled it gently, then gave it a subtle push, pressing it a little deeper inside me. The modest size still created a delicious fullness that made me whimper softly.Then his hand moved lower, sliding between my thighs. I was already soaking wet. Two thick fingers parted my slick folds and pushed inside me without hesitation, curling immediately to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. I moaned loudly, my hips rocking back against his hand as he began pumping his fingers in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The small plug in my ass made everything feel tighter and more intense — every thrust of his fingers pressed against it through the thin wall, creating a constant, delicious pressure that sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my core.Just as the coil of orgasm began tightening low in my b
Lia’s POVI froze on the bed, my heart jumping into my throat."Miss?" A soft, feminine voice came through the door. One of the maids. "Miss Lia?"I sat up quickly, smoothing down my dress with shaking hands, trying to look like a normal person who hadn't just been doing what I'd been doing."Yes?"
Lia’s POVI woke up gasping.My eyes flew open and I stared up at the ceiling, my chest heaving, my whole body trembling. For a few disoriented seconds I didn't know where I was. The dream clung to me like a second skin, still so vivid and real that I could almost feel those hands on my body.Then
Lia’s POVThe touch was brief—just our fingers brushing against each other for a fraction of a second as we both grabbed for the handle. But it hit me like an electric shock, that same impossible current I'd felt when we'd shaken hands earlier. Heat and awareness and something that made my breath c
Lia’s POVRob was still smiling at her, his whole body language different than it had been thirty seconds ago. Open. Relaxed. Happy.Then he seemed to remember I existed.He glanced over at me briefly—so briefly it barely counted—and made a vague gesture in my direction."Celeste, this is Lia," he







