Todos los capítulos de DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

Lia’s POV“I’m emotionally intelligent,” she said. “There’s a difference. Now go change. If I stay in this room one more minute, I’m going to look at that empty garment bag and start up again.”“You’re the one who wanted to come to Italy.”“Yes. For joy. Not to become a puddle before lunch.” She pointed down the hall. “Go. I’m putting on the smallest swimsuit I packed and I expect you to do the same. We are healing in style.”I didn’t argue.She went to her room, already talking to herself about sunscreen and whether the pool had a view good enough to justify the mascara she was about to ruin. I started toward mine.That was when I found them.Dante and Victor were on one of the balconies, standing in the shade with the sea behind them. The air smelled like salt and warm stone. Sunlight caught the edge of the railing and the dark glass of Victor’s drink. Victor had a glass in his hand. Dante was leaning against the railing, sleeves rolled up, watching the water like he had been waitin

Lia’s POVAfter a while, Joella and I got into the pool.The water was cooler than the sun made it look. It closed around my waist first, then my chest, and the heat of the afternoon dropped away all at once. I ducked under and came back up with my hair slicked back, blinking against the brightness. Joella was already floating on her back like she owned the place.“This is ridiculous,” she said. “People live like this? Damn.”“Apparently.”She rolled over and swam closer, water sliding off her shoulders. “Okay. I could get used to this. Don’t tell anyone I said that. I have a reputation as a woman of simple tastes.”I laughed and pushed off the wall, letting myself drift toward the deep end. The infinity edge made the water look like it poured straight into the sea. For a second I just stared at it.This was the same pool.Same stone. Same drop toward the water beyond it. In daylight it was all blue and gold and heat. At night it had been something else entirely.Joella noticed the lo

Lia’s POVNot hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to make my whole body react. A sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.“Daddy asked you a question, baby.”I moaned.Victor smiled.“That’s not an answer.”“I—” My voice came out thinner than I meant. “I sent the pictures.”“I know you did.” He pinched again, slower this time, watching my face. “And then you put your phone down and went to the pool like a little tease. Dante and I were sitting there looking at you in that tiny swimsuit, hard and waiting, and you let us suffer.”I shifted in his lap. I could feel him beneath me, already thick against the wet fabric between my legs.“I was with Joella.”“And now you’re getting punished for being bad.” He lowered his head. “You can explain later. Right now, I want your tits in my mouth.”His mouth closed over my nipple through the bikini top.Hot. Wet. Sudden.I cried out, my hands flying to his shoulders. He sucked me through the fabric, then bit down gently, just enough to send a s

Lia’s POVI got off his lap. My legs were not steady. The insides of my thighs were slick. He watched me walk to the desk like he was enjoying every weak step. Afternoon light cut across the wood. Papers sat in a neat stack. The desk smelled like polish and paper and him. I put my hands on the edge. The wood was cool under my palms. I bent over.Victor groaned behind me.“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was rougher now. “Bent over my desk in that tiny wet swimsuit. Ass up. Still dripping from my fingers. I can see how wet you are from here, baby.”I loved being bad.So I wiggled my ass at him.“Babygirl.”The warning was low. It scraped down my spine.I did it again, slower this time, looking back over my shoulder. My hair stuck to my neck. My swimsuit bottoms were riding up. I knew what I looked like.Victor stood.I heard him before I felt him. The quiet shift of his body. The soft sound of his shoes on the floor. Then he was behind me, close enough that the heat of him touched the ba

Lia’s POVVictor helped me put my bikini back on only so he could get me out of the study without leaving me bare.My hands were useless. The ties kept slipping through my fingers. He turned me gently, gathered the wet strings at my neck, and knotted them himself. The fabric was cold now against my overheated skin. It clung to every place he had just touched. When he crouched to fix the bottoms, his thumbs brushed the insides of my thighs and I sucked in a breath.“Easy, angel,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”“I’m okay.”He stood and lifted me without asking. One arm under my knees, the other around my back. I looped my arms around his neck and hid my face against his shoulder. I could still feel him. Not inside me anymore, but left behind in the ache, in the wet heat slowly leaking out of me. Every step he took made that ache pulse.The hallway was quiet. Cool stone under his feet. Distant sea air coming through an open window. If anyone was nearby, I didn’t hear them. Victor carried m