All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lia’s POVThe next morning, sunlight filtered through the tall, elegant windows of the sprawling villa, painting the marble floors in warm golden hues. I woke slowly, my body still humming with the aftereffects of last night’s forbidden encounter in the kitchen. Victor’s thick fingers stretching my virgin ass, the way he’d made me come so hard I nearly collapsed against the counter, his dark promises of claiming me while his son fucked my pussy—it all replayed in vivid detail, leaving me restless and aching. Sleep had been fragmented at best, filled with heated dreams that only intensified the nervous excitement twisting in my stomach.I showered quickly, the hot water doing little to calm my racing thoughts, then slipped into a light, flowing sundress that skimmed my mid-thighs. The soft fabric hugged my curves gently, the neckline dipping just enough to be alluring without screaming for attention. No bra, only a pair of delicate lace panties. I told myself it was for the warm coasta

Lia’s POV"In a few days," he continued, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that made my core clench, "we'll move you up to the next size. Then the next. Each one stretching you a little more, preparing you, training your body to accommodate what's coming."His hand squeezed my thigh gently, possessively."And when you're ready," Victor said, his voice rough with barely restrained desire, "when you can take the largest plug without discomfort, then—and only then—will I replace it with something better.""What?" I whispered, even though I knew. Wanted to hear him say it."My cock," Victor said bluntly, and the crude word from his refined mouth made heat flood through me. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass. Slowly at first—let you feel every inch as I fill you, stretch you, claim you in a way no one ever has before."I made a small sound—half whimper, half moan—and pressed my thighs together uselessly."And once you're used to having me there," Victor continued relent

Lia's POVA soft sound escaped me—barely audible, just a tiny catch in my breath—but Dante heard it.His eyes snapped to me immediately, sharp and assessing. He studied my face, noted the flush on my cheeks, the way I was gripping my fork too tightly, the slight tension in my shoulders.His eyes narrowed slightly, and I saw understanding dawn.He knew. Somehow, he knew what was happening.His gaze flicked to his father, then back to me, and something dark and satisfied passed across his face."You alright, Lia?" Rob asked, drawing everyone's attention to me.Oh god. No. Not now."Fine," I said, forcing the word out past lips that felt numb. "Just—um—ate too fast. Think I swallowed wrong."It was a terrible excuse but it was all I had.Rob looked skeptical but shrugged and returned to his food.Celeste gave me a dismissive once-over and went back to her story.But Dante continued watching me with those knowing eyes, and Victor's smirk grew just slightly more pronounced.The vibration c

Lia's POVDante gave my ass one final, possessive squeeze, his fingers digging into the soft flesh for a moment before he straightened up. He left the room without another word, the door clicking shut quietly behind him, leaving me alone with the evidence of what we had just done.I stayed there for a few more seconds, collecting myself. Then I carefully climbed off the bed and smoothed my short dress down over my hips. The fabric felt cool against my overheated skin. With every step I took toward the door, I could feel Dante’s thick cum shifting inside me, a warm, slippery reminder that slowly dripped down my thighs. The small butt plug nestled snugly in my ass moved subtly with each movement — a modest but constant pressure that kept me deliciously aware of my body and my submission.My heart pounded harder as I walked down the hallway to Victor’s office. I paused outside the heavy wooden door, took a slow, steadying breath, and raised my hand to knock softly.“Come in,” Victor’s de

Lia's POVI packed slowly, methodically, gathering my belongings and placing them carefully in my suitcase. Part of me—a significant part—was hoping that Rob would come back and tell me it was a false alarm. That whatever crisis he'd perceived had been resolved. That we could stay after all.Because leaving now meant leaving without saying goodbye.To Victor. To Dante.The thought made my chest ache with unexpected intensity.I'd spent days with them. Had experienced things with them that had fundamentally changed me. Had discovered parts of myself I hadn't known existed.And now I was just... leaving? Without a word? Without any closure or explanation or even a proper farewell?It felt profoundly wrong.But Rob clearly wasn't going to give me a choice.I continued packing, moving from the closet to the bathroom to gather my toiletries, then back to check drawers and make sure I hadn't left anything behind.The whole time, my mind kept circling back to the same questions.What had spo