Semua Bab DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Bab 141 - Bab 149

Lia's POVThis was a man who had clearly been confronted—by Dante's fists and probably by his father's words—and had been brought face to face with the actual consequences of his actions.Was it a perfect apology? No.Was it enough to undo a year of emotional neglect, the infidelity, the fired job, the bruise on my face, the split lip, the fear I'd felt in that hallway?Absolutely not.But was it real?Looking at him now, at the discomfort and the absence of his usual smug confidence, I thought maybe it was.At least a little."I accept your apology," I said finally, keeping my voice calm and measured.Rob looked up, something flickering in his eyes."I'm not saying it fixes anything," I continued carefully. "Or that we're okay. Or that I trust you. What you did—all of it, not just hitting me but everything over the past year—hurt me in ways that are going to take time to fully process.""I know," Rob said quietly."But I accept the apology because holding onto anger is exhausting," I

Lia's POVI clenched around the plug involuntarily, and a fresh rush of wetness soaked into my already ruined panties. “It feels… full,” I admitted softly, my voice trembling. “Every time the car moves, I can feel it shifting inside me. It’s pressing right against… everything.”Victor’s smirk deepened. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress and traced along the edge of my panties, feeling how drenched the thin fabric was.“Poor babygirl,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Your little hole is stuffed so nicely and your pussy is already soaking through these pretty panties. Does it make you feel dirty? Sitting here in your expensive dress, looking so elegant, while you’re secretly clenching around a plug in your ass?”I nodded, my face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “Yes… it feels so naughty. I keep thinking about what would happen if someone at the event knew…”Victor chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing more firmly against my soaked panties, rubbi

Lia's POVI felt heat rise in my cheeks, partly from the compliment and partly from the casual way she'd just revealed that Victor spoke about me to his friends."It's lovely to meet you too," I said genuinely. "Your name—Vittali—are you Italian?"Alison's face brightened. "Originally, yes. My family is from Milan though I've been in New York for twenty years now. And you? Victor tells me you've been to Italy recently?""Just once," I said. "To his island. It was beautiful.""The island is heaven," Alison agreed, and the way she said it made me understand she'd been there herself, probably many times over the years of their friendship. "Victor's taste in properties is extraordinary. Almost as extraordinary as his taste in—" she paused, her eyes dancing, "—everything else."I laughed despite myself, and Alison smiled like she'd accomplished something.The conversation opened up naturally from there—the group drawing both Victor and me in, topics ranging easily from the charity being su

   Lia's POVMy fingers trembled as I unlocked it.Victor stepped inside and locked the stall behind him. His eyes immediately dropped between my legs. A slow, filthy smile spread across his face when he saw how wet and exposed I was.“Look at you,” he murmured, stepping closer until his body nearly pressed against mine. “Standing in a public bathroom with your dress up around your waist and your cunt dripping down your thighs. All because I had a little toy buzzing in your ass all night. Such a filthy little thing.”He reached between my legs and dragged two thick fingers slowly through my soaked folds. I gasped, my hips jerking forward.“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. “Is this all from that plug stretching your tight little hole? Or is it because you knew I was going to come find you and use you like the filthy little slut you are?”“Both,

Lia's POVI touched up my lipstick with the small tube in my clutch, blotted lightly, smoothed a few of the escaped strands of hair back as best I could without proper pins. Dusted a little powder over my cheeks to tone down the flush slightly.It helped. Marginally.I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked out of the bathroom.The hallway felt brighter than I remembered. Three women were standing a little further down, near the wall. They weren’t talking. They were just… waiting. Dressed in expensive gowns, hair perfectly done, makeup flawless. The kind of women who looked like they belonged in this world without even trying.The second I stepped out, their eyes moved to me.Not casually. Not politely. They looked at me the way some women look at another woman when they think they’ve figured something out. Their gazes dropped for a second — taking in my dress, my flushed cheeks, the slight mess of my hair — before coming back up to my face. One of them raised her eyebro