LOGINLia's POV"Yes," Dante confirmed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and draping it over one of the armchairs. "I bought it a few years ago when it became clear I'd be spending more time here for work. Seemed more practical than hotels."He moved to what I now saw was a bar area—elegant glass shelves displaying various bottles of premium liquor, a small wine fridge underneath, crystal glassware arranged artfully."Can I get you something?" he asked. "Wine? Champagne? Water?""I'm okay for now," I said, still taking in the space. "I had plenty of wine at dinner."Dante nodded and poured himself a generous measure of what looked like very expensive whisky into a crystal tumbler, adding a single large ice cube from a fancy ice maker.He took a sip, his eyes watching me over the rim of the glass as I continued to explore the space visually.That's when I noticed more details—a door that probably led to the bedroom, another that might be a home office, a hallway that likely led to additional
Lia's POVI pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air, and looked up at him with glassy, tear-filled eyes while my hand kept stroking him fast and slick. “Then give it to me, Daddy,” I whispered, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want you to come down my throat while you’re driving. Fill your baby girl’s mouth. Please—”I didn’t wait for an answer.I kept sucking him with desperate, hungry strokes—fast, sloppy, and relentless. My head bobbed frantically while my hand twisted and pumped the thick, spit-slick base in perfect rhythm. Every time I plunged down, I took him all the way until my nose pressed against his pelvis and my throat squeezed around him.Dante’s voice cracked. “Fuck—baby, I’m right there. You’re gonna make Daddy come so hard. Keep sucking just like that—yes—good girl, good fucking girl—”His fingers dug deeper into my hair, almost painful now, holding me down as his hips gave tiny, uncontrollable thrusts upward. The car swerved again for a split second before
Lia's POVMy fingers worked with deliberate, teasing care—first his belt, the soft leather whispering open, then the button of his dress pants, and finally the zipper, tooth by tooth, drawing it out until I heard his breathing change. I slipped my hand inside the warm fabric and found him already rock-hard, straining desperately against his boxer briefs. The scorching heat of his cock made my mouth water instantly. I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and gave one slow, firm stroke from base to tip, feeling him twitch and swell even more in my grip.“Fuck,” Dante hissed sharply, his hips twitching upward into my touch. His knuckles went bone-white on the steering wheel. “You’re going to make me crash the car, Lia.”“Then you should pay more attention to the road, Daddy,” I teased, my voice sweet and dripping with filth. I could feel myself getting wetter just from the power of it—from the way this big, controlled man was already starting to unravel under my hand. My pussy clen
Lia's POV"I know," Dante said. "But I still feel responsible somehow. Like maybe if I'd done more, been a better example, he would have turned out differently. Would have treated you better.""Or maybe some people just are who they are regardless of what others do," I suggested. "You can't take responsibility for his choices."Dante smiled slightly. "You're right. And honestly? Seeing how he treated you, how little he valued you—it just confirmed what I've always known. That he doesn't deserve someone like you. Never did."The intensity in his eyes when he said that made my breath catch.We talked through course after course, and somewhere between the second and third glass of wine I stopped keeping track of time entirely.The food was extraordinary. Each dish arrived like a small event—presented with quiet artistry, the kind of cooking that didn't announce itself but revealed itself slowly, flavor building on flavor in ways that made you pause mid-conversation just to pay attention.
Lia's POVWe stepped out onto what appeared to be the rooftop of the building—though clearly it was an enclosed space with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides offering a breathtaking 360-degree view of New York City at night.But it wasn't the view that made me gasp.It was the setup.The entire rooftop had been decorated. Transformed. Just for us.Tiny white lights were strung everywhere—wrapped around columns, draped along railings, creating a canopy of stars overhead. Candles flickered on every surface—real candles in elegant glass holders that cast dancing shadows. Fresh flowers were everywhere—roses, peonies, orchids arranged in beautiful displays.In the center of the space, positioned perfectly to take advantage of the spectacular view, was a single table set for two.White linen tablecloth. Fine china. Crystal glasses. Sterling silver. More candles. A centerpiece of roses.Soft music was playing from speakers I couldn't see—something classical and romantic that fit the atmos
Lia's POVI felt heat rise in my cheeks, pleasure blooming in my chest at the genuine admiration in his voice and eyes."Thank you," I managed, my voice coming out slightly breathless. "You look pretty incredible yourself."Dante smiled—that devastating smile that made his whole face light up—and offered me the roses."These are for you," he said. "Though they pale in comparison to how beautiful you look right now."I took the bouquet carefully, bringing it to my nose to inhale the sweet, subtle fragrance of the roses."They're beautiful," I said. "Thank you so much. Let me just put these in water—"I started to turn toward my kitchen, but Dante stopped me with a gentle hand on my arm."Leave them," he said. "We'll deal with them later. Right now, I just want to look at you."His dark eyes traveled over me again, slower this time, taking in every detail—my hair, my makeup, the way the dress fit, the diamond earrings, the shoes."You're absolutely stunning," he said again, his voice ro
Lia's POVThe fabric was stretched obscenely tight over his erection, the outline of his cock absolutely impossible to ignore. He was big—I'd already known that from feeling him pressed against me in the pool, but seeing it was different. More intimidating. More exciting.He was thick and long, a
Lia's POVThat afternoon, after a late lunch where Rob and Celeste had been insufferably touchy with each other, Celeste announced brightly that we should all spend the rest of the day by the pool."It's too beautiful to stay inside," she said, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "We should
Lia’s POV"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back, my hips rolling forward involuntarily to meet his touch. "Dante—"Hearing his name on my lips like that—breathy and desperate and completely wrecked—seemed to do something to him.He made a low, rough sound in his throat, something between a groan
Lia’s POVRob had never shown this kind of respect to anyone, let alone people he considered beneath him socially. Rob would have sent someone else to deal with this, or shown up and made grand pronouncements without actually listening to what anyone needed.But Dante was different. Everything abou







