LOGINVictor's POVI walked through the ground floor rooms methodically and without hurry. The living room with its deep leather couches and the shelves of books that had been accumulating since before the boys were born—first editions alongside paperbacks, arranged by subject rather than by aesthetic, the collection of a man who actually read rather than one who used books as decoration. The formal dining room with its long table that could seat twenty and usually seated three at most, the chairs perfectly aligned. The morning room that looked out over the gardens through three tall windows, the early gray light just beginning to show through the glass.Empty. All of it empty and undisturbed.I had known before I walked through them that they would be.I walked back through the house and down the long corridor, my shoes now on the thick Persian runner that ran its length, muffling my footsteps to near silence. The family photographs on the walls moved past me as I walked—my parents in form
Victor's POVCarefully. In the slow, deliberate increments of someone with a great deal of practice at not disturbing people sleeping near him.I eased my arm out from under Lia's shoulder millimeter by millimeter, keeping my eyes on her face the entire time. She stirred when I was about halfway through the process—a soft sound escaping her lips, somewhere between a sigh and something more vocal, and her brow furrowed faintly.I went completely still. Held everything.Waited.Her face smoothed. Her breathing continued its deep, even rhythm.I finished extracting my arm and sat up slowly at the edge of the bed, my feet finding the cool floor. I sat there for a moment in the dark, letting my eyes adjust completely, then stood.The room was cool against my skin. I was still bare from the night before.I moved silently to the chair where I'd left my clothes—dark pants, a dark button-down shirt that I'd chosen the previous evening with characteristic care. I dressed in the dim room without
Victor's POVThe phone rang in the darkness.The sound was sharp and sudden, cutting through the deep quiet of the early morning hours like something unwelcome. My eyes opened immediately—years of early mornings and late-night business calls had trained me to come awake fast, fully, without the slow drift that most people experienced between sleep and consciousness.For a moment I didn't move.I lay still and let the room come back to me in pieces.The heavy curtains pulled completely shut, blocking out the city. The expensive softness of the sheets against my skin. The warm, still air of the bedroom carrying that particular combination of scents that had become, in recent weeks, the smell of something I could only call home—Lia's perfume, that faint vanilla-and-something-floral combination that I'd become absurdly attuned to, underneath the deeper warmth of three bodies sharing a bed, of the night we'd just had together.The night.I let myself have one more moment with the memory of
Lia’s POV The words made me moan louder around Victor’s cock. My body was already climbing again, that deep, slow rhythm pushing me higher with every thrust. I could feel it building in my belly, hot and tight, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Dante’s cock. My thighs shook in his grip. My moans turned into desperate little whimpers.“That’s it,” Dante growled, his hips rolling in that same steady, devastating pace. “I can feel you getting close again. Your pussy’s squeezing me so fucking tight. Come for us, babygirl. Come all over Daddy’s cock while you suck Victor. Let us feel it.”Victor’s voice was low and commanding. “Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come for your Daddies. We want to feel this pretty pussy milk us. We want to hear you moan around my cock when you fall apart.”It hit me hard. My whole body locked up as the orgasm crashed through me, even stronger than the first. My pussy clamped down around Dante’s cock in hot, pulsing waves, and I moaned loud and bro
Lia’s POV They didn’t speed up. They didn’t fuck me harder. They just kept moving in that same slow, deep rhythm—Victor’s cock dragging through my spasming pussy, Dante’s cock sliding gently in and out of my mouth—drawing out every last tremor until I was whimpering and oversensitive, my body twitching with aftershocks.Only then did they switch.Victor pulled out of me slowly, his cock shiny and wet with my cum. He moved up the bed while Dante pulled out of my mouth with a soft, wet pop. I was still panting, my lips swollen and slick, when Victor knelt in front of my face. His cock was right there, thick and flushed, glistening with my juices and my orgasm. The scent of sex was thick in the air—musky and sweet and filthy.“Open up, babygirl,” Victor said, his voice rough. “Taste yourself on Daddy’s cock.”I opened my mouth obediently, and he pushed in slowly, letting me taste the evidence of my own pleasure. It was filthy and perfect—the taste of my cum mixed with the salt of his sk
Lia’s POV I opened wide and he pushed his cock in slowly, letting me feel every inch slide over my tongue. He was thick and hot, the taste of him making me moan around him. He didn’t rush—he just rocked forward gently, fucking my mouth in slow, shallow strokes that matched the way Victor was moving inside my pussy. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Dante groaned, his hand stroking my hair. “Suck Daddy’s cock nice and slow, baby. Just like that. Look at you… taking both of us at the same time. Victor’s fucking that tight pussy so deep while you suck me. You’re such a good girl for us.”Victor thrust into me again, slow and deep, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me while the last of the ice melted around him. “That’s our girl,” he praised, his voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well. Your pussy feels so fucking good—warm and wet and squeezing me every time I push in. You like having both your Daddies inside you like this? One in your mouth, one in your cunt? We’r
Lia’s POVA real smile, not the annoyed half-smile he usually gave me. His eyes lit up as he looked at her, traveling down her body slowly, taking his time."I don't need anything for now," he said, and his voice was different. Warmer. Friendlier. Flirty, even."Okay, sir," she purred, holding his
Lia’s POVHis words hit me hard. Like cold water thrown in my face. Like being slapped.I froze. My whole body went stiff. Those words kept repeating in my head. Like a little slut. Like a little slut. Like a little slut.The warm feelings I'd had—the wanting, the desire—all disappeared in a second
Lia's POVThe dream always started the same way.A man came into my bedroom. The door opened slowly with a creak. I heard his footsteps on the wooden floor. Heavy steps that made the floor groan. I never saw his face—it was always hidden in shadow, like the darkness covered him on purpose. But I co
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







