Alle Kapitel von DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Lia's POVHis jealousy was so blatant, so obvious, that it would have been almost funny if it wasn't so infuriating.This man. This man who had ignored me for months. Who had made me feel worthless and needy for wanting basic affection. Who had cheated on me with a flight attendant right in front of my face. Who had brought his ex-girlfriend on our trip and spent every moment since fawning over her.This man had the audacity to be jealous.The hypocrisy was staggering.For a split second, I was tempted to tell him the truth. To look him straight in the eye and say: *Your brother fucked me last night. Thoroughly. Made me come more times in one night than you've made me come in our entire year-long relationship. He touched me like I was precious and made me feel wanted for the first time in months. And tonight he's going to do it again.*The words were right there on the tip of my tongue. I could taste them. Could imagine the look on Rob's face if I actually said them.But I didn't.Bec

Lia's POVBut he didn't come to me. He just stood there somewhere behind me, watching me silently as I explored his work.I moved from painting to painting, studying each one, trying to understand what it was about them that made them so powerful. It wasn't just the technical skill—though that was considerable. It was something else. Something about the way he captured not just bodies but emotion. Vulnerability. Desire. Trust.These weren't just naked people having sex. These were moments of genuine intimacy.Then I stopped in front of one painting in particular.It was larger than most of the others, prominently displayed on the wall directly across from the windows where it would catch the best light.It showed a woman—dark-haired and beautiful, her face a mask of absolute ecstasy—being taken by two men simultaneously.One man was beneath her, lying on his back, his hands gripping her hips as she straddled him. You could see from the angle of her body, from the way she was positione

Lia's POVHe didn't tease. Didn't ease in slowly.He gripped my hips with both hands and thrust forward in one powerful stroke, filling me completely, stretching me, seating himself so deep I felt him everywhere.I gasped at the sudden intrusion—the stretch, the fullness, the slight burn of being taken so completely—and Dante groaned long and low."God, yes," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "So tight. So perfect. You feel incredible."He pulled back until just the tip remained inside me, then slammed back in hard.I cried out, my hands gripping the back of the couch, my whole body rocking forward with the force of his thrust.He set a brutal pace immediately—no gentle build-up, no slow escalation. Just hard, deep, relentless thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me and made the couch creak beneath us."This is what you need," Dante said roughly, punctuating his words

Lia's POVI woke up gasping.My eyes flew open in the darkness of my room, my heart pounding, my whole body trembling with unfulfilled arousal.It took me several seconds to orient myself. To remember where I was. To realize it had been a dream.Just a dream.But god, it had felt so real. I could still almost feel their hands on me, could still hear their voices in my ears, could still feel the phantom sensation of being filled by both of them.I shifted in the bed and felt the wetness between my thighs. My nightgown was rucked up around my waist. My underwear was absolutely soaked through.I'd been so close in the dream. Right on the edge of coming. And waking up had stolen it from me, leaving me desperate and aching and completely unsatisfied.I lay there for a long moment, trying to will my body to calm down, trying to ignore the persistent throb between my legs.But it wasn't working. If anything, being awake and thinking about the dream—about what Dante had promised would happen

Lia's POVA helpless, eager smile curved my lips despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "That’s exactly what I want," I whispered, my voice trembling with honesty.His large hand slid down my body with deliberate, possessive intent—tracing the curve of my waist, gliding over the flare of my hip, then slipping boldly beneath the hem of my tiny sleep shorts. Rough, calloused fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me shiver, before he cupped my soaked pussy possessively. I gasped sharply as he dragged two thick fingers slowly through my slick, swollen folds, gathering my abundant wetness with a low hum of approval."So fucking wet already," he murmured, almost to himself. "Dripping for me… for this."He squeezed my ass cheek hard with his other hand, kneading the soft flesh, then slid his fingers back between my cheeks. The pad of his middle finger circled my tight, untouched hole with slow, deliberate, teasing strokes—light at first, then firmer, pressing