บททั้งหมดของ Filthy Desire : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Elias’s home cinema was small, dark, and deliberately intimate.Two wide reclining chairs sat side by side in front of a large screen. The lighting was low. The sound system was excellent. Maya’s mother had been the one to suggest the movie night, cheerful and completely unaware of the current running under the surface. She claimed the left chair. That left Maya with nowhere to sit except the remaining one—already occupied by Elias.He looked at her, calm and expectant, and patted his thigh once.Maya hesitated only a second before climbing onto his lap, her back to his chest. The chair was deep enough that she settled between his spread legs, her ass resting directly against him. Elias’s arm came around her waist, casual enough that her mother only smiled at the “cozy” picture they made.The movie started.For the first twenty minutes Maya tried to behave. She sat still, eyes on the screen, hyper-aware of the solid heat of Elias behind her and the slow, proprietary way his thumb stro

Georgina unpacked slowly, giving herself time to settle. She took each piece of clothing out with care, hanging the dresses, folding the softer tops, lining up the few pairs of shoes she had brought along the bottom of the closet. The guest room felt the same as it always had — wide windows overlooking the private garden, soft neutral colours, the faint scent of clean linen and whatever expensive product the housekeeper used. Everything was familiar. Everything also felt slightly charged now that she was here alone with him for two full weeks. When she finally went downstairs, the smell of food led her straight to the kitchen. Santiago stood at the stove with his back to her, sleeves still rolled, moving with the quiet efficiency he brought to everything. Two plates were already waiting on the island. He glanced over his shoulder the moment he heard her bare feet on the floor. “Sit, Ace.”

Santiago closed the door to the master suite and stood still for a long moment, hand still on the handle. The villa was quiet. Georgina’s soft footsteps had already faded down the hall to her room. He could still feel the exact place where her hair had brushed his fingers when he tucked the strand behind her ear. The warmth of her body against his side on the sofa lingered like a brand. He exhaled slowly and dragged a hand down his face. This was becoming a problem. He had known it the second she launched herself into his arms two days ago. The same way she had done since she was small. Only she was no longer small. Nineteen. Soft in places that had nothing to do with childhood. Looking at him with those open, trusting eyes while her body reacted to him in ways she probably thought she was hiding. He had always been careful with her. Ace. His sister’s daughter. The little girl who used to hide

The next night the air in the villa felt heavier than before. Georgina came downstairs after a long shower, hair still damp, wearing only an oversized sleep shirt that ended high on her thighs. Santiago was in the living room, sitting in his usual place on the sofa, a glass of something dark in his hand. He looked up when she entered. The calm in his expression was thinner than usual. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. “No.” She walked over and sat beside him without leaving space. His arm came around her almost automatically, hand settling on her bare thigh just below the hem of the shirt. The contact was warm and proprietary. Neither of them pretended it was accidental. For a while they sat in silence. His fingers moved in slow, absent strokes along her skin, inching higher with each pass until they brushed the soft edge of her panties. Georgina’s breathing grew shallower. She turned her face toward his neck and pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, testing. Santiago’s hand tighten

The night after the 69, neither of them rushed. Georgina walked into Santiago’s bedroom wearing only one of his shirts. He was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed in black sweatpants, the lamp on the nightstand casting low light across the room. When he saw her, the usual calm in his expression softened into something heavier and more careful. She closed the door. The lock clicked quietly. Santiago stood and met her halfway. Instead of kissing her hard, he cupped her face with both hands and looked at her for a long moment. His thumbs brushed her cheeks. Then he leaned in and kissed her slowly — deep, unhurried, thorough. Georgina melted into it, hands resting against his bare chest. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world and no intention of wasting any of it. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “You sure, Ace?” “Yes.” He kisse