♕—Delilah "I fucking told you to not start what you can't fucking finish!" I was breathless and dazed as I looked back into his eyes. "W-what?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at me. Like he was trying to read me, understand me. "What are you trying to do?" I shook my head, feeling his warmth seep into mine. "Nothing..." my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now?" he asked, the threatening edge in his voice not lost on me. "Do you have any idea what kind of man I am?" Mama, Anthony, Jack. Their names and their faces resounded in my head again and again... Be strong Delilah, be strong for them. My hands fisted the back sheets underneath me. "You said you won't hurt me, you gave me your word..." I whispered as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Who said I was going to hurt you? There are other forms of torture, princess, that don't require any pain" His fingers threaded in my ha
♕—Delilah I tugged at the metal collar on my neck, I was getting so used to having this around my neck that it doesn't even bother me anymore. I hadn't seen Lorenzo since this morning after breakfast. I kept thinking about what to do without making that psychopathic satan kill me. He insinuated that he might go back on his word and hurt me, I don't if he was talking about physical or mental, or emotional. And I don't want to find out. I put the lasagne in the oven and chewed on my nail while sitting over the kitchen counter. I could impress him with my cooking skills, I could play a part here, you know, where I make his life easy when he comes home... like a good little housewife would. The thought was scary with a man like Lorenzo but I don't know if I can fight him in any other way. All I need is the determination to do it. No matter how much he disgusts me, I just have to. I shuddered as I thought about last night, his hand on my skin, his tongue all over my hand, and the way
♞—Lorenzo "Please, I can't..." her voice sounded rough.The image of her laying in the bathtub with a slit wrist flashed before my eyes, a familiar darkness overpowered me. I felt a muscle in my jaw twitching. "Don't fucking think about doing anything stupid... or this will be the last you'll have privacy in the fucking bathroom" If she doesn't fucking open this door right the fuck now, I'm going to fucking tear it down. "Please, Lorenzo..." she cried, she fucking cried. She was fucking up to something, I know all this cooking and acting nice was a fucking facade to make a fool out of me. As I was about to bust the door down, I heard soft footsteps getting closer to the door. She unlocked it, I shoved it open, and the door banged on the wall behind with a loud bang. I saw her standing in the middle of the bathroom, her arms resting over her lower stomach as she cried. Did she fucking hurt herself once more? "What were you doing?" She looked at me and her face turned incredibl
♕—Delilah Lorenzo left early this morning, leaving me alone in the house once more. I was glad that he was gone after my embarrassing period episode last night. I was still too shaken up after the whole ordeal, I couldn't face him. Women in my country were taught to keep our menstruation a secret. No one was allowed to know about it, it was something shameful, something to hide, and telling my kidnapper about it felt all kinds of wrong. Lorenzo had someone come in to set up the coffee machine and there was now a mini bar in the living room. I was grateful because I know being kidnapped can be way too much worse than this. I had it better, I know. He didn't rape me, or force me to do anything. He even listened to me about my food choices, I don't think any kidnapper would be this nice to anyone.I sighed, now I'm praising my kidnapper. I think I'm going crazy. His laptop from last night crossed my mind, I ran to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet to find it but made sure
♕—Delilah "Hello, Delilah..." his voice was soft yet I could feel the rage burning quietly underneath. "Had fun?" I was immobilized by fear for a moment. My ears rang from the sound of my own rushing blood. He then crouched down beside my body, I know he was watching me but I kept looking at nothing in particular. The burn on my back stopped me from moving. His steel grip came around my upper arm and he stood up, pulling me to my feet. I still didn't look at him, I glared at the ground as he assessed me from the side. "You got rid of the collar?" he stated, I don't know why he was asking me that; couldn't he see me?I heard him let out an amused sigh and I clenched my jaw. It was amusing for him? My misery was amusing to this monster?! He softly trudged me forwards, asking me to walk with him and I did, it's not like I had any other option. He took me back to his bedroom and his eyes dropped to the collar, screws, and the screwdriver resting on the ground. From my peripheral vision
♕—Delilah I whisked the pancake batter furiously, I didn't go to sleep the last night. The cuts on my back weren't so deep, and after Lorenzo patched them up, they didn't really sting anymore unless I lean my back against something. Lorenzo was still asleep when I freshened up and came into the kitchen. Delilah Regina isn't a coward and I have come to terms with my kidnapping if that even makes sense. I know I'm kidnapped and there's no escaping from a man like Lorenzo, If anything I'll end up never seeing my family and Jack again. I poured the batter onto the pan and then waited for it to cook before flipping it. I placed three pancakes on my plate and three on Lorenzo's. I put a dollop of butter on top and grabbed the maple syrup bottle and went into the dining room. I placed our breakfast on the table and made my way back to the bedroom. I opened the door and stilled, Lorenzo was standing shirtless in the room only in his black slacks.And he was beautiful... He was tall and
♞—Lorenzo Just in two weeks, my home doesn't even feel like my home now, her shit is fucking everywhere. My bedroom is always filled with her scent, my sheets smell like her even when she isn't in bed, that flowery scent fucking up my senses. My bathroom was now filled with her shampoo, her body washes, and tampons, fucking tampons.I had told Reyna to buy Delilah everything she wanted but I didn't know how a single person can need this much stuff. Today, I found makeup on my dresser, fucking makeup? How can she fucking think about doing makeup when she is fucking kidnapped?! And she had again made a list of things she needed to give to Reyna. Money wasn't a problem, she can buy all the shit she wants. But what didn't settle well with me was the fact that my house now looks like a fucking rainbow threw up on it. I like darker greys, whites, black and red but shit, that girl has filled my closet with all the pink shit in the world. If someone else was in her place, I would have han
♕—Delilah Whenever he is a tad bit nicer to me, I forget who he is. Satan, he was Satan in human form. A cruel merciless satan! I shot him a disgusted look before I faced the camera. "Act miserable" he ordered in that bossy tone of his. What the hell is wrong with him?! I glared at him. "I don't have to act, I'm miserable""You don't look miserable" I fisted my hands, and a pang of pain shot through my arm from where I had slit my wrist. "I'm not going to fake cry!" I told him. "Then I should probably give you a real reason to cry" he threatened. I didn't doubt it, I know he will do something so humiliating and cruel to me and he will surely make me cry but I still couldn't fake tears. "I can look shaken up but I can't fake tears!" I told him once more. "Just fucking do it, Delilah!" Lorenzo was losing his patience with me, I almost wanted to laugh at that. At least I was able to make the ice king feel something even if it was frustration or anger. I slowly took off my dres
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♞—Lorenzo I feel so fortunate to have found my own slice of paradise on earth - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it but I'm holding onto it. I ran a hand across my jaw as I stared out the french doors of my study, listening to two of the world's most adorable waves of laughter I have heard in my entire life. My wife and my daughter... At nine months old, Aurora had begun to creep around the house and babble some distorted syllables that Delilah desperately tried to interpret. The other day she said “baa baa” and Delilah said that she was saying “mama”. It was a long shot from mama because it sounded a little more like papa or dada. Smiling, I stared down at the ring around my finger, a platinum wedding band. I had proposed to Delilah when we celebrated our daughter's half-birthday as she turned six months old. I went down on my knee, prepared a whole speech, and cooked for my two princesses. It was the perfect night to pop the question, proposing to her with mama—Aurora's—ring
♕—Delilah Lorenzo loved his family alot... And that included us, the Costellos, and his other obnoxious brothers Scott and Marco, and god know who. The Cosa Nostra was his whole life—he wasn't kidding about that part but I still remembered what his brothers did to me when they threw me in a cell and how horrible they were but for Lorenzo, it was something to be anxious about. He wanted us all to get along. So here we were, at our home having dinner with the Costellos, Scott, and Marco. Aurora was in Lorenzo's lap as he rocked her, he was happy a man, as he had been for the last week. He didn't smile at all when I first met him but now after a week of us staying together, there hadn't been a moment where he hadn't smiled. And if he is with Aurora then it's all chaos in the house. I'm afraid of how she'll turn out when she gets older, Lorenzo had already brought her toy guns although she can't even sit right now. "So, when's the wedding?" Marco asked. I glanced at Lorenzo and he loo
♞—Lorenzo Delilah stilled, her body went rigid and Niko stopped too as they both stared at one another. He frowned, looking Delilah up and down before his gaze moved to me. "If this is your idea of a date then it's fucking ridiculous even for you, Lorenzo." I laughed, pulling Delilah close, "She wanted to see where I worked." Niko turned to her, "And how's that working out for you, Princess?" his tone was relaxed, he wasn't the one to dwell on our private relationships, and since Delilah was no more the daughter of the enemy, it was fine for him. Delilah glanced at me, her hazel eyes questioning as I nodded at her. She let out a relieved breath, her body relaxing, "So far, so good." A hint of a smile appeared on Niko's face before he turned to me, "Make sure to give your girlfriend the full Costello warehouse experience." I glanced at her, "Oh, I intend to..."She smiled, "I look forward to it." Niko laughed, shaking his head, "I'm gonna head home, take care of the rest." Niko
♕—Delilah Lorenzo and I sat at the edge of the yacht watching the sunrise with only white sheets wrapped around our bodies. I was sitting between his parted legs, my back to his chest. He had ordered a Charcuterie board, and we talked as he fed me a strawberry, I bit into it and then he propped the rest into his mouth. His other arm draped over my chest. I smiled, turning my head slightly towards him, "I think we should go home now to our daughter..." "Yeah," he nodded, "I miss my little angel too..." I watched the calming scenery before me, they had turned off the engine of the yacht while it float in the middle of nowhere, and the staff and crew knew better than to interrupt us, the perks of having a baby daddy that people are afraid of. "We should do this again as a family, you, me, and Aurora..." He kissed the side of my head, "Whenever you want...""Would you come with me to Onteros? To meet my mama and my brother. I really want them to meet you, to know you. I want them t
DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. ♕—Delilah Somehow, I’d forgotten how big he was... I let my tongue linger across my lips before wrapping my hand around him from the base and tracing my fingers up. His abs quivered beneath my touch and I glanced up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, and he responded with an intense gaze. My lips parted seductively as I leaned forward, succumbing to my desire as I softly pressed a kiss onto the tip of his cock. Staring up at him full of longing, my lashes splayed out like a mysterious, dark veil.He moaned in pleasure as I let my tongue slide down to his balls, causing him to tense his muscles in anticipation. He fisted my hair tightly and pressed his lips against the side of my head, his throaty whispers rumbling hotly in my ear, "Do not force me to take control, princess, because if I did, I'd fuck up that little mouth of yours..." I let out a low, sultry chuckl
♕—Delilah I inhaled sharply as Lorenzo's hand slid down my bare arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My back was glued to his front, even the air could barely pass through from between us. His face nuzzled into my hair as he breathed me in. "Do you know what you smell like?" he asked huskily in my ear.I bit my bottom lip before asking, "What?" "You smell like home, comfort, and need..." I swallowed, letting out a sigh and then I felt his wine glass trailing down my other arm. Although it wasn't cold but still I shivered at the touch. My glass almost fell from my hand but I gripped it at the very last moment, clutching its neck in a death grip. Then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck as he harshly bit the skin between his teeth, pulling at it, nipping at it. I whimpered, my knees growing weak with each passing second. "Turn around..." he ordered and I did, facing him, looking up at him with eyes heavy-lidded eyes. I was gone already, I could feel the warmth and wet
♕—Delilah "If I didn't have arms," I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder, "could you still love me?" I have been teasing him with these silly questions for the last hour and he's been trying so hard to not let his frustration show, though I could tell by his forced smile that he was reaching his limits."Why wouldn't you have arms, Delilah?" he asked, keeping a smile on his face as we walked side by side, "I'd never let anything bad happen to your arms." I shrugged, "Well, I guess that's good to know. But what if something totally crazy happened and I woke up without any arms one day?" He chuckled, "That's completely crazy, but if it did happen, I'd still love you just the same." I nudged him, "Right, okay, but hypothetically speaking, if I suddenly had to go armless, would you still feel the same way?" He stopped walking and faced me, "Of course, I would. I'd still love you no matter what. Arms or no arms, you'll always be my one and only."I beamed at him before trying to thi
♕—Delilah "Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" the words got stuck in my throat as I looked at the man's face. The beautiful scarred face... Oh my god... Did he set this all up? I blinked, not saying another word as I looked up at him and he looked down at me. My gaze dropped to the unfortunate stain on his immaculate white shirt. "You ruined my shirt!" he snapped, and my eyes snapped back to his face. An involuntary smile crept up my lips no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. Oh my god, what do I do next? Lorenzo was fully into his character, it was so funny because I never thought I'd see him acting. He raised an eyebrow as if asking me to say something, so I did... shaking my head. "It was an accident!" I said to him, "And you just wasted my coffee. I have had such a bad night, my head hurts, I'm late to work and now I don't even have coffee!" "You burned my chest?" he snapped. My gaze darted between his chest and eyes, did I really burn his chest? The coffee was really hot, I