TW: This chapter include graphic references to topics such as self-harm and violence. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈♕—Delilah I sat over my bed, the after-effect of the electric shock I received yesterday wore off through the night. My muscles still ached but anger consumed me more. I don't care who these people were and what had they done, they couldn't be worse than my own father. I had lived with animals my whole life, I was to be handed to a beast in the name of marriage. So, if this person thinks that I will be afraid of him and will cower away in his presence then he is wrong. I have tried everything I could possibly do while being locked up in this room to take this collar off my neck but it just wouldn't come off. I slammed the back of my neck into the wall multiple times; it only hurt me, and nothing happened to the metal collar. I wrapped my arms around myself, I was still dressed in his clothes, I don't know how many days I will have to spend in them before I get to change cl
♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair. When I captured her in the woods, I thought she'd be easy to break, I thought she'd start to cry in no time, and she'd start begging for mercy but she surprised me. Women always break down easily, they respond the most to pain, even looking at a knife in my hand they'd piss their pants but the princess was not like them. I compared her to the women I’d dealt with so far. She wasn't like them, I underestimated her. I don't think I'd seen her cry either, not even once. She tries to hide her fear but the way her ro
♕—Delilah I peeled open my eyes with difficulty and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes filled with terror and confusion. I looked down at my wrist and saw a bandage neatly wrapped around it. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a defeated sigh. "No, please, no..." my voice came out as a rough whisper. With difficulty, I sat up and my eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room. It was not the room I had been living for the past week. The furniture was different. I was no longer on a single bed but a huge king-sized bed. The floor was no longer covered in red carpet, but it was black. The curtains were not the same as the ones that had been hanging in the room before.Where was I? How did I get here?I got up and dropped my feet to the ground, but they felt as though they weighed a hundred pounds each. I looked down and noticed that my clothes had been changed, I wasn't wearing the shorts and t-shirt now, I was in an oversized sleep gown. I walked to one of the windows and pulled back the
♞—Lorenzo I woke up with a start as my hand touched something warm and incredibly soft. I raised my head and saw the princess clinging to my side in her sleep. She stirred and got even closer to me, putting her arm over my chest. I stayed there and waited for her to move away on her own. I have never shared a bed with a woman before, it was odd to have someone in my bed. My eyes went to her face and I found myself staring at her.After a few moments, she shifted again, rolling over onto her side, taking away the warmth of her body. Her breathing evened out. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like a painting.I slowly got up and leaned against the headboard, my eyes never leaving her face. Her golden hair was sprawled across my black sheets, her flawless pale skin seemed unreal against the dark duvet. The gown she was wearing had been all wrenched up while she was asleep, exposing the upper half of her breasts, baring too much of her skin. My trousers tightened painfully as I div
♕—Delilah After Lorenzo left, I kept sitting in the same spot as he had left me. I had noticed that Lorenzo had taken rid of every single mirror in his house but if I wanted to attempt suicide once more, I could use anything at all. I could throw myself down the flight of stairs—I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts. After last night, I really didn't know what to think. Lorenzo wasn't a normal man. He was an animal, he was the devil. I swear I saw the devil in his eyes last night. The way he easily sent that man to his death gave me the chills. My father is a cruel man, he had sent many men to their demise but I have never seen a sight that disturbing. It almost looked like he was enjoying ripping someone else's body apart. The way he tasted that man's blood, the way he relished the taste, and the way he breathed in the scent of blood made me want to throw up. I was up against a monster. The only way you can outsmart a monster is to think like a monster. I need to get into
♕—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
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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