All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lia's POVDante’s eyes softened as he looked at me. The small smile on his face grew a little wider, though there was still a quiet sadness lingering in the corners of his mouth. He reached out slowly and pulled me closer under the warm spray of the water. His arms wrapped around my waist with a gentle but firm strength, drawing me right against his chest until our wet bodies pressed together. The water continued to fall over us in steady, warm streams, washing the last traces of soap down our skin and carrying away some of the heaviness from the night.He didn’t say anything at first. He just held me there, his cheek resting softly against the top of my head. I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart against my own chest, a rhythmic thump that felt both comforting and alive. The steam wrapped around us like a soft, warm blanket, making the air thick and intimate. Water ran down my back in little rivers, and I could feel it sliding between our bodies where we touched. His skin

Lia's POVThe wet, slick sounds of his fingers moving inside me mixed with the steady rush of the shower. He rubbed my clit faster with his thumb while he fucked me with his fingers, curling them deep every time he thrust in. My legs started to tremble. I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself, my nails digging into his wet skin.“You like that?” he asked, his voice dark and teasing. “You like when Daddy fucks this tight little pussy with his fingers while the water runs over you? Tell me how it feels.”“It feels so good,” I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand. “Your fingers feel so deep… please don’t stop.”He groaned and leaned in to bite gently at my neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin while his fingers kept working me. He thrust them harder, faster, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit with every movement.“Such a good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against my wet skin. “Taking my fingers so well. I can feel you squeezing me so tight. You’re g

Lia's POV“You’re getting even wetter, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice full of filthy satisfaction. “I can feel it dripping down your thighs. My baby girl likes when Daddy tells her how to take it. You love being told to behave while I fuck this ass slow and deep.”I moaned helplessly, my body burning with need. The combination of his slow, deep thrusts in my ass, his fingers on my clit, and the way he talked to me had me shaking again. The warm water and thick steam wrapped around us, and all I could focus on was the feeling of him filling me, the sound of his low voice in my ear, and how badly I wanted to be good for him.“Please…” I whispered, my voice soft and desperate as it slipped out without me even thinking. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore — faster, more, anything. It just felt so good, the way his cock was stretching my ass with those slow, deep strokes. The warm water kept pouring over my back and running down between us, making everything slick and hot. “I

Lia's POV The morning light was soft and pale as it slipped through the curtains in Dante’s bedroom. I woke up still wrapped in his arms, my back pressed against his warm chest. His breathing was slow and steady against the back of my neck, and one of his big hands rested gently on my stomach under the shirt I had borrowed from him. For a moment I just lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the city waking up outside the tall windows. The sheets still smelled like us from last night, a mix of soap and skin and the faint trace of his cologne. I turned slowly in his arms until I was facing him. His eyes were already open, soft and a little tired, but they warmed when they met mine. “Morning,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and gentle, his lips warm against mine. “Morning,” I whispered back, smiling against his mouth. We didn’t stay in bed long. Dante sat up first, rubbing a hand over his face, then reached for me and pulled me up with

Lia's POVDante sat up a little straighter, his hand still on Matteo’s back. I felt Victor’s arm tighten around me just a fraction. Lola leaned forward in her chair.The doctor opened the folder and looked at Dante. “The test shows a clear match. Dante, you are Matteo’s biological father. The compatibility is one hundred percent.”For a second, no one moved. The words hung in the air like they needed time to settle. Then Dante let out a long, shaky breath. His eyes filled with something bright and wet. He looked down at Matteo, who was still sitting on his lap, blinking up at him with those big dark eyes.“You’re my son,” Dante said softly, almost like he was saying it to himself first. His voice cracked a little on the last word.Matteo tilted his head, not fully understanding yet, but he smiled anyway because Dante was smiling at him.Dante pulled the little boy into a tight hug, wrapping both arms around him and holding him close against his chest. Matteo’s small arms went around D