Masuk**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island felt like the last exhale before the plunge.We knew the peace was temporary. We felt it in the way Victor checked his encrypted satellite phone more frequently, in the way Nico spent longer hours on the roof with binoculars, scanning the horizon for boats that didn’t belong. We tasted it in the urgency of their kisses, the way their hands gripped me a little tighter, the way their bodies moved against mine like they were trying to imprint themselves into my skin before the world came for us again.But we refused to let the fear win.Not yet.This afternoon, the sun was brutal, turning the infinity pool into a sheet of liquid diamonds. I was floating on my back in the shallow end, completely naked, eyes closed against the bright sky. The water lapped gently against my skin, cool and soothing against the heat building inside me.Strong hands slid under my back.Nico lifted me effortlessly from the water, water streaming down my body as he
**Bella’s POV**The island had become our entire universe.By the middle of the sixth week, time had lost all meaning. Days were measured in the slide of skin against skin, in the taste of salt on lips, in the way the sun painted our naked bodies as we moved together under the Caribbean sky. My belly had rounded further, a gentle, undeniable curve that both men worshipped with reverent hands and hungry mouths every single day.This particular afternoon felt heavier than most.We were on the large daybed beside the infinity pool, the sun high and merciless above us. The breeze was warm, carrying the scent of coconut oil, sea salt, and the faint musk of sex that clung to all three of us constantly now.I was on my back, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico was between my thighs, his mouth working me with slow, devastating precision. His tongue dragged long stripes from my entrance to my clit, then circled the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it gently into his mouth. Two th
**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island brought a strange, beautiful calm that felt both like a gift and a warning.We had stopped counting the days. Time had become measured in touches, in moans, in the way the sun moved across our skin and the way their hands never seemed to leave my body for long. My belly had begun to round more noticeably, a gentle swell that both men worshipped with reverent kisses and protective hands every chance they got.This morning started like so many others, but with a heavier undercurrent.I woke to the feeling of mouths on my skin.Nico was behind me, his lips trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down my spine while his hand slid between my thighs from behind, fingers parting my already slick folds.Victor was in front, his mouth on my breast, sucking gently on my nipple while his hand stroked my rounded belly with tender reverence.“Good morning, beautiful,” Victor murmured against my skin, his voice low and warm. “And good morning to you, little
**Bella’s POV**The sixth week on the island brought the first real crack in our fragile paradise.It started subtly — a satellite phone ringing at odd hours, Victor disappearing into the study for long stretches with a furrowed brow, Nico spending more time on the roof with binoculars, scanning the sea for boats that didn’t belong. They tried to shield me from it, but I felt the shift in their touch. The way their hands lingered a little longer, the way their kisses grew more possessive, more urgent, like they were trying to memorize every inch of me before the world came crashing back in.Tonight, the tension finally snapped.We were in the master bedroom, the balcony doors wide open to the warm night breeze. The sound of waves crashing below mixed with our heavy breathing and the soft moans that filled the room.I was on my back in the center of the massive bed, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico was between my thighs, his mouth devouring me with slow, deep licks while three
**Bella’s POV**The fifth week on the island began with a lie we all pretended to believe: that we were truly safe.The mornings were still golden. The afternoons were still lazy and sensual. The nights remained long, intense, and consuming.But something had shifted.It started with small things.A satellite phone ringing at 3 a.m. that Victor answered in the study with the door closed. Nico disappearing for two hours to “check the perimeter,” returning with fresh bruises on his knuckles he tried to hide. The way they both watched the horizon more often when we were on the beach, their bodies tense even as they smiled at me.They thought I didn’t notice.I noticed everything.Tonight, the tension finally boiled over.We were in the master bedroom again, the balcony doors wide open to the warm night air. The sound of waves crashing below mixed with our heavy breathing and soft moans.I was on my back in the center of the massive bed, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico wa
**Bella’s POV**By the end of our fourth week on the island, the paradise we had carved out for ourselves began to feel both like heaven and a beautiful cage.The days were still golden — lazy mornings spent making love in the sunlight, afternoons floating in the infinity pool or walking hand-in-hand along the private beach, evenings filled with long, intense, passionate nights that left me sore, satisfied, and utterly owned by the two men who refused to let even an inch of space exist between us.But beneath the pleasure, a new tension was growing.It started small.A phone call Victor took in the study one afternoon, his voice low and clipped. A encrypted message Nico received on a burner phone, his jaw tightening as he read it. The way they both started scanning the horizon more often when we were outside.They tried to hide it from me.They failed.Tonight, the tension finally broke.We were in the master bedroom, the balcony doors wide open to let in the warm night breeze and
Bella’s POVThe jet levels out at cruising altitude with a gentle sigh of hydraulics.The cabin lights dim to a soft gold.Outside the oval windows, nothing but black—endless, star-pricked black—and the faint glow of distant cities far below like scattered embers.We’re airborne.We’re gone.And fo
Nico’s POVThe dashboard clock glows 21:47.Less than three hours until wheels-up.The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively
Victor’s POVThe bunker feels smaller tonight.The air is thick with the scent of her—sweat, arousal, the faint copper tang of our mingled release—and the low hum of the ventilation system is the only thing keeping me from losing my fucking mind.I’ve never shared anything. Not power. Not territory
Bella’s POVThe bunker lights dim automatically after twenty-four hours—some kind of energy-saving protocol that turns the main room into a soft amber cave. Shadows stretch long across the concrete, turning every edge into something sharper, more dangerous. The monitors flicker with silent feeds: e







