LOGINLia's POVThe moment I was out of the car, the flashes increased. Cameras clicked loudly and quickly, and a few voices called out Victor’s name. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even turn his head in their direction. Instead, his arm slid firmly around my waist, pulling me close against his side as he guided me forward. His body acted like a shield between me and the cameras. I kept my head slightly lowered, grateful for the solid warmth of his hand on me and the way he moved with such calm confidence.When we finally stepped through the large glass doors and into the gallery, the noise from outside faded almost instantly. The inside was beautiful. Soft, warm golden lights were positioned carefully around the space, highlighting the artwork on the tall white walls. Large paintings in different styles hung proudly, and a few sculptures stood on white pedestals throughout the open floor. Elegantly dressed people moved slowly between the pieces, holding glasses of champagne and speaking in lo
Lia's POVBut even as he said it, he didn’t move right away. He kept looking at me like he was trying to memorize how I looked in that moment — standing there in the red dress with his diamonds on my skin, my shoulders glowing under the light.I could still feel the warmth of his kiss on my neck and the way his breath had felt against my skin when he groaned. My heart was beating faster than usual, and I knew that no matter how elegant and proper we tried to be tonight, the tension between us was only going to grow stronger as the night went on.The car moved smoothly through the city streets, the low hum of the engine filling the quiet space between us. The windows were tinted, so the bright lights of the buildings outside passed by in soft blurs. Victor sat beside me in the backseat, one arm resting along the back of the seat behind me while his other hand rested on my thigh. His fingers moved slowly, almost absentmindedly, tracing small patterns against the red fabric of my dres
Lia's POVI turned my head slightly so I could see him better. His eyes were still fixed on me, and there was a kind of quiet intensity in them that made my stomach flutter. He looked at me like I was something precious. Like he was almost afraid to touch me too roughly in case I disappeared.“You’re staring,” I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips.“I know,” he replied without any shame. “I can’t help it. This dress…” His hand slid slowly up from my waist to rest just below my ribs. “The color on your skin. The way your shoulders look right now with that oil…” He shook his head slightly, like he was still trying to take it all in. “You’re going to ruin me tonight.”I felt heat rise in my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. There was something about the way Victor was looking at me that made me feel both powerful and delicate at the same time.He leaned in again and pressed another slow kiss to my shoulder, this time a little higher, closer to my neck. His breath was warm against
Lia's POV“Joella!” I laughed, lightly smacking her arm.“What?” she said, laughing too. “I’m being honest! The man made me come in seven minutes with just his fingers. That’s talent. If I saw him again, I’d probably drag him somewhere and let him do it again. Maybe even ask for round two this time.”I shook my head, still smiling. “You’re actually crazy.”“Maybe,” she admitted with a playful shrug. “But I think I deserve a little crazy after everything. And besides…” She paused, then gave me a wicked little smile. “Some of us are out here getting life-changing orgasms from mysterious strangers on balconies. Meanwhile, you’re over here getting it from two extremely hot men on a regular basis.”My face immediately burned.“Joella!” I groaned, covering my face with both hands.She burst out laughing, clearly enjoying my reaction way too much.“What? It’s true!” she said, poking my arm. “You’ve got Dante, who looks at you like he wants to devour you, and then there’s Victor — all intense
Lia's POVJoella’s voice softened as she continued.“A few minutes later, this guy came out onto the balcony. He stood a little distance away from me at first. He was… really hot, Lia. Like, unfairly hot. Tall, with dark hair and these really nice arms. He and he just had this calm, confident energy about him.”She bit her lip, smiling a little at the memory.“At first, we didn’t talk. We just stood there in silence, both looking out at the city. But then he glanced over at me and made a comment about how loud it was downstairs. We started talking — just casual stuff at first. About the club, the music, how crazy the crowd was. He was easy to talk to. Really smooth, but not in a pushy way. And the longer we talked, the more I felt this… pull toward him. I don’t usually feel that way about strangers, but there was something about him.”Joella shifted on the couch, getting more comfortable as she got deeper into the story.“Somehow the conversation got more personal. I don’t even rememb
Lia's POVDante chuckled again, then glanced over at me. His eyes softened as he reached over and gently squeezed my thigh under the table. The small, quiet gesture made my chest feel warm.Joella caught the movement and smiled to herself, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she just shook her head and reached for her drink.“God, you two are disgusting already,” she muttered, though she was still smiling. “It’s cute. Annoying, but cute.”Dante raised an eyebrow at her.“Annoying?” he repeated.“Yeah,” Joella said, shrugging. “The hand on the thigh, the soft little looks… it’s gross. But in a good way.” She took a sip of her drink and grinned at us over the rim of her glass. “I’m happy for you. Even if it makes me want to throw up a little.”Dante laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. The easy, playful energy between them made the whole night feel lighter.Watching them banter made something warm and full bloom in my chest. It felt so natural. So easy. Dante was teasing her a
Lia's POV“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groaned. “Even after everything we’ve done to you tonight. This ass was made to be fucked.”He stayed like that, not moving any deeper, just letting me feel the thick head of his cock sitting inside my ass while I trembled underneath him. Every few second
Lia's POVDante let out a low chuckle from beside him. “Look at you,” he said, shaking his head with a small smile. “Spreading your legs like that without us even asking. Such a naughty little slut.”Even though he called me a slut, there was warmth in his voice. He wasn’t mocking me. He liked it.
Lia's POVHe stepped back and stood beside Victor at the foot of the bed. Both of them looked down at me in silence for a moment.My dress was still slightly rumpled from earlier. I could feel the sticky mess between my thighs and the slow, warm trickle of Victor’s cum still leaking from my ass. I
Lia's POVThe elevator doors opened directly into Victor’s penthouse. The space was quiet and dimly lit, with only a few lamps glowing in the living room. The city lights sparkled through the massive windows behind Dante, who was already there waiting for us.He was leaning against the back of the







