Chapter 3

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I was stuck in a loop of indecision. Meanwhile, Dante's hands were already unhooking my bra.

"No... stop!"

I tried to block his hands.

"Why stop? Don't tell me you don't like this," Dante said, smiling at me.

To be honest, I liked it a lot.

But I shook my head anyway. "I'm married. My husband is... he's a good man."

Dante scoffed. "A man who can't satisfy his wife isn't much of a man at all. He doesn't deserve someone as beautiful as you."

I looked at him, surprised. "How do you know about my husband?"

Then it hit me. Lydia.

She was the one who sent me here. She knew exactly what this place was.

"Did Lydia tell you about my situation?" I asked.

"Of course," Dante replied.

"Lydia is your best friend. She didn't want to see you wasting your youth in a sexless marriage. She wanted you to feel alive again."

He continued, "She tried to tell you to divorce him or find someone else, but you wouldn't listen. So, she came up with this plan."

Dante leaned in closer. "I'm the top-rated guy here. She paid a fortune for my time just for you. You really have a great friend."

Knowing that Lydia had arranged this made me stop fighting. I decided to just let it happen.

Before things went too far, I asked one last question.

"How does Lydia know about a place like this? Is she...?"

"She's one of our most frequent clients," Dante answered.

A regular client?

I had no idea Lydia was living this kind of secret life.

"Her husband is fine. Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she wants more excitement. She wants to enjoy her life while she's still young," Dante said.

Lydia and I had been best friends forever. We always did everything together.

If she was doing this, then why shouldn't I? If she wasn't staying loyal, why should I suffer in silence?

I decided to stop overthinking. I wanted to be happy and wild just like her.

I let go of my guilt completely.

Dante's strong hands gripped my waist. He moved with power and broke through my final defenses.

After three years of emptiness, I finally felt the rain in my desert.

The sensation was overwhelming. I felt a level of satisfaction I had never known before.

For the first thirty minutes, it was pure bliss. But I didn't realize how much stamina Dante had. He had no intention of stopping.

"I can't... please, stop!"

I swiped at his chest, trying to get a break.

But he just gave me a wicked grin. He pinned my arms to the bed with his heavy frame.

I couldn't move an inch.

He began another round of intense passion.

I had no control over the situation anymore. It felt a bit shameful, but that shame only made it more thrilling.

Dante pushed me past my limits. He took me to places I didn't know existed.

My cries filled the room. I'm pretty sure I scared the birds away from the window outside.

Dante earned his title as the top guy. He was incredible.

I was absolutely addicted to him.