Isabella The cabana's ceiling fan whirred lazily overhead, stirring the humid air that clung to my skin like a lover's sweat. I lay there, staring at the blades as they sliced through the dim light filtering from the slatted windows, my body still humming from Richard's possessive fuck earlier. His cum mixed with Javier's inside me, a sticky reminder of the lines I'd crossed, the games I'd started. He'd left an hour ago for his "meeting" with Marco—V3, the fixer who'd been texting threats about silencing me. "I'll end it tonight," Richard had promised, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as he thrust one last time before pulling out. "For us, baby. Then we're free." But his eyes had that shadowed look, the one that screamed lies. I didn't trust him anymore, not fully. That's why I'd texted Javier back: *Meet me at your place. Bring info on Marco. And your cock.*I slipped out of the cabana quietly, the sand warm under my feet as I padded toward the beach bar. The sun had dipped be
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