Todos los capítulos de DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

Lia’s POVThe driver drove through the city for a while before he finally slowed and stopped in front of an expensive-looking hotel. The building was tall and elegant, with warm light glowing across the entrance and a wide set of steps leading up to the main doors. Everything about it looked quiet and private, like it had been chosen on purpose. He got out of the car, came around to my side, and opened the door for me.I stepped out carefully, holding the edge of my dress so it wouldn’t catch on the frame. The evening air was cool against my arms and bare shoulders. For a second I just stood there, taking in the front of the hotel — the polished stone, the soft lights, the way the city noise seemed a little farther away here. My heart was already beating a little faster, though I still didn’t know why. Before I could take more than a step, a man in a dark suit walked toward me from the entrance. He stopped a short distance away and gave a polite nod.“Ms. Russell,” he said. “I’m here

Dante’s expression softened right away. Victor’s did too.“The island,” Victor repeated, almost to himself. Then he nodded. “Anything for you, baby.”“Anything,” Dante agreed. “If that’s where you want it, that’s where it’ll be.”I felt a warm rush move through my chest. “It feels right,” I said. “That place already means something to us. I want the beginning of the rest of our lives to happen there.”Victor reached across the table and brushed his fingers over the back of my hand. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”We started eating after that, but the conversation kept drifting back to the wedding in small, easy ways. Dante asked if I wanted something intimate or larger. I told him I wanted it meaningful more than anything else — people we loved, the island, the sea nearby. Victor listened quietly, every now and then adding that whatever I chose, they would make sure it was done properly. There was no rush in the way they spoke. No pressure. Just the steady feeling that this was ours to s

Lia’s POVI softened. “Are you happy?”She didn’t answer right away. Then she nodded, and the smile that came with it was real and a little shy.“I am,” she said. “They’re different from each other, but somehow it works. Callum is lighter. He makes me laugh even when I don’t feel like it. Cavern is quieter, more intense. When he looks at me, it feels like he’s actually paying attention. Together… it’s a lot. But it’s a good lot.”“Okay.”“And the sex,” she added, before she could stop herself, “is mind-blowing.”I put a hand up. “That is TMI.”“You asked if I was happy.”“I asked if you were happy, not whether they are blowing your back out.”She burst out laughing and shoved my knee. “You are disgusting.”“You started it.”“I’m serious, though,” she said once she caught her breath. Her voice dropped a little, more honest. “This is the first time I’ve ever been with two men at the same time. I thought it would feel messy or like I was performing somehow. But it doesn’t. They actually…

Lia’s POVWe finally got to Italy.The air changed the second we stepped off the jet — warmer, lighter, carrying salt and sun. A black helicopter was already waiting on the tarmac. Joella stopped walking for a moment and just stared at it.“That’s for us?” she asked.“That’s for us,” I said.She let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “Okay. Private jet, then helicopter. Sure. Totally normal.”“You’ll get used to it,” I told her.She glanced at me. “Will I?”“Probably not.”The flight to the island was short, but it felt like crossing into another world. Below us the water shifted from deep blue to something almost clear. Then the island came into view — green hills, pale stone, white roofs catching the afternoon light. It was still as beautiful as the last time I had been here. Maybe more, because this time I was arriving as someone different.Joella leaned toward the window and didn’t look away.“Lia,” she said quietly. “This is insane. It’s actually beautiful.”“I know.”“No, I mean i

Lia’s POVVictor and Dante both laughed. Heat rushed straight to my face.“Joella.”“What?” she said, completely unbothered. “I’m just saying what everyone is already thinking.”Dante shook his head, still smiling. “She’s not wrong.”Victor looked at me over the rim of his glass, unhurried. “No rush, my love. Eat first. I can wait. Barely.”“You’re both terrible,” I muttered, but I was smiling too.“I’m being very well behaved,” Victor said. “You just got here. I’m letting you eat before I steal you.”We kept eating after that. The conversation stayed light, but it felt closer than small talk. Joella asked about the island, how long the villa had been in the family, whether the water was as clear up close as it looked from the air. Dante told her which paths led down to the water and which terrace had the best view at sunset. He told her the garden smelled strongest in the late afternoon. Victor poured more wine and watched me more than he watched his plate. Every now and then his kne