Lydia’s POVThe soft morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury villa, casting a warm glow across the king-sized bed. I stretched languidly, my body still deliciously sore and marked from the passionate night I had shared with Marcus. Every ache reminded me of how alive I felt in his arms, something Victor had never been able to achieve, no matter how hard he tried.Marcus was already awake, propped up against the headboard, his muscular chest bare. His dark, intense eyes roamed over my naked form with clear hunger and ownership. A slow smile curved his lips.“You look like a woman who’s ready to conquer the world,” he said, his voice deep and rough with morning gravel.I rolled toward him, tracing a finger down his abs. “Only because I have the right partner.”We eventually moved to the private terrace for breakfast. The table was beautifully set with fresh tropical fruit, warm croissants, artisanal pastries, and strong black coffee. I wore nothing but
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