All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lia's POVBefore I could even answer, his hand slid between my thighs, two thick fingers slipping easily through my slick folds. I was still soaked from the orgasm he’d just given me, my pussy sensitive and aching in the most delicious way. He circled my clit lazily, teasing the swollen bud with slow, feather-light strokes until I whimpered and rocked my hips desperately against his hand, chasing more friction.“Dante… please…” I breathed, my voice still husky from sleep and lingering pleasure.Dante grinned against my mouth, nipping at my lower lip with a playful bite that made me gasp. “Already begging, babygirl?” he teased, his voice husky and full of wicked amusement. “I love how needy you are first thing in the morning. Your pretty pussy is still so wet and swollen from last night… and you’re already dripping all over my fingers again.”The bed dipped beside us as Victor stirred, his deep, sleepy voice rumbling through the room like warm thunder. “Mmm… what have we here?” He rolle

Lia's POVDante walked me over to the shower and opened the glass door, reaching in to turn on the water. He adjusted the temperature carefully, testing it with his hand until he was satisfied."Get in when you're ready," he said, turning to face me with that easy smile. "I'll join you in a minute. Just want to grab us some water to drink—you need to stay hydrated."He kissed my forehead once and disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving me to step into the shower alone.The water was perfect. Not too hot, not too cool. Just that exact temperature where you feel it unlock every muscle in your body and you want to stay under the spray forever.Multiple shower heads hit me from different angles and I just stood there for a moment with my eyes closed, letting the water run over me, letting myself process everything.Last night had been unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Overwhelming in the best possible way. And afterward, the way they'd both taken care of me—gently, patiently, with

Dante's POVI grabbed him by the front of his shirt and got in his face."How dare you," I said, my voice dangerously low and controlled. "How dare you put your hands on her."Rob pulled his hands away from his face and I saw what I'd done. His nose was already swelling, blood streaming freely down his upper lip and chin, dripping onto his bare chest.He stared at me with a mixture of shock and rage and what might have been fear."Are you insane?" he demanded, his voice nasal now from the broken nose. "Are you actually insane? You come into my apartment and—""You hit her," I said. "You hit Lia. In public. In front of witnesses. You struck her across the face hard enough to split her lip and leave a bruise that lasted a week. And you think I was just going to let that go?"Something shifted in Rob's expression. Guilt, maybe, quickly buried under defensive anger."She provoked me," he said. "She said things—""I don't care what she said," I interrupted, grabbing his shirt tighter. "She

Victor's POVHours after Lia had left for work and Dante had gone—supposedly to his gallery but I knew better—I was sitting in my New York office on the fortysecond floor of Marchetti Holdings, trying very hard to focus on the stack of documents in front of me.It wasn't working.My mind kept drifting. Kept circling back to last night, to this morning, to the woman who had somehow managed to occupy every corner of my thoughts in a way no one had in decades.Lia.My precious Lia.I leaned back in my leather chair and looked out at the Manhattan skyline through the floortoceiling windows of my office, letting myself think about her properly rather than fighting the distraction any longer.Sometimes you had to simply surrender to a thought rather than wrestle with it.It felt like yesterday that I had called Robert and invited him to the villa in Italy. I'd been planning the trip for months—a chance to spend some genuine time with my sons, to reconnect after months of everyone being busy

Lia's POVI was deep in the middle of coordinating a complex scheduling conflict between three senior executives when my desk phone rang.I picked it up without looking away from my computer screen, my fingers still moving over the keyboard."Lia Russell," I answered professionally."Good afternoon, Ms. Russell." It was the receptionist from the main lobby downstairs—a pleasant woman named Diane who I'd briefly met during my first day orientation. "I have a visitor here asking to see you. A Mr. Robert Marchetti."My fingers stopped moving on the keyboard.My whole body went still.Robert.Rob was here. In my building. At my workplace.My heart did something complicated in my chest—not quite fear, not quite anger, somewhere uncomfortably between the two."Ms. Russell?" Diane prompted gently after a moment of silence."Yes, sorry," I said, pulling myself together quickly. "I'm here. Can you—" I hesitated, my mind running through options rapidly. "Don't send him up. I'll come down to the