Lia’s POVI lay there wrecked and dripping, still cuffed, still open, still theirs. My arms ached. My thighs shook. I could feel how wet the sheets were under me. I knew they were not finished.Dante kissed the inside of my knee.“Tell me what you want now, baby,” he said. His voice was low. Rough. “Use your words.”I swallowed. My throat was raw from crying out.“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered. “Both of you. Please, Daddy. I need your cocks. I can’t take being empty.”He smiled. Slow. Proud.“Then we’ll give you what you want.”He took the handcuffs off.The metal clicked open. My wrists came free, then my ankles. Blood rushed back into my hands with a dull sting. Dante rubbed one wrist with his thumb, then threw the cuffs aside.“Good girl,” Victor said. “Come here.”He grabbed my waist and turned me like I weighed nothing. The room spun for a second. Then I was on my hands and knees on the ruined sheets, ass up, lace still around my hips, bra half off, hair falling over my fac
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