♕—Delilah I woke up to an empty bed; he had likely already gone off to work. I sighed, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, looking around the silent room. Last night just broke my heart when we had that little argument. Why can't he see that I'm not worthy of his love? Why can't he understand how much I'm hurting him? How can someone forgive all the mistakes just because of how deeply they care for someone else?It will be wrong of me to again take him away from his family. I remember the immense sadness and heartache he had experienced when he had to abandon the Cosa Nostra and his brothers to be with me.I will be gone three days now and it all will be over for me... and for him. I wondered what would happen once I leave, what would Lorenzo do. He lived alone, maybe, he'd start fucking Reyna again. Whatever, she isn't the one filling the void in his chest, he said it was me. Whatever he had with Reyna could never compare to what we have and it never will with any other woman
♕—Delilah I pulled out a cute red dress from my closet. Back home in Onteros, I had always been an abject victim of their conservative choices, forced to wear frumpy dresses that hid all of my curves. No plunging neckline, no sultry choices that reflected my true personality - just dull, dreary dresses that blended into the crowd. It seemed like the royal seamstress had a vendetta against me as she often deliberately ruined my outfits. I threw away all my negative thoughts and slipped into the vibrant red dress. Even though Reyna had bought them, I hate to admit that she had an impeccable fashion sense. I curled my hair in gentle waves, admiring the contrast between my blonde locks and the dress. I swiped on a glossy red lipstick, giving my lips the perfect amount of pout.I was no Princess Delilah, instead, I was just a normal girl who had encountered a gorgeous stranger at the subway station, and now I was going on a second date with them.After tonight, there were only two days
♕—Delilah I was delighted as I tried to feed him more of it, however, he ate it as if it were the most unbearable thing he had ever encountered; he scowled intermittently and continually shook his head in disapproval."It's too sweet for me," he said over the screams of hyperactive children that filled the background. I rolled my eyes, and with a self-satisfied smirk I said, "But you like a bit of sweetness in your life now, don't you?" "Nuh-uh," he replied firmly. I batted my lashes and joked, "But you like me..." "Who told you that you're sweet? Not me, that's for sure!" he raised an eyebrow comically as if he was making fun of me for even thinking that, my mouth hung open at his words, before he added, "I don't think you're sweet at all... You're more like a bitter-sweet surprise and I'm totally fine with that."I feigned a pout and punched him playfully in the arm, "What?! That's so mean, Lorenzo!"He shook his head, he was amused I could see the hint of that beautiful smile o
♕—Delilah After dinner, we headed to the central park at a late hour. We took a slow walk, not uttering a word. The darkness was just like it had been on the night we first ventured out, and it had rained. Recollections of that evening came back, it had been something else then, it wasn't anything good, he was just my captor back then I was just his captive, however, this night was completely different.Two days, Delilah, two..."Tonight was..." I trailed off, lost for words, my cheeks ablaze, "It was nice..." "It was, wasn't it?" I nodded, "Thank you for remembering," I said and I knew that he understood what am I talking about. He remembered such tiny detail about me, I didn't even remember telling him that I wanted to go to an amusement park, it was a childish dream. I had seen Disneyland on TV back home but since I was Princess Delilah Regina Gutenberg, amusement parks were beneath me. Lorenzo spotted a quiet, shadowy bench in the corner and drew me toward it, my breaths coming
♕—Delilah "Delilah?"He halted suddenly and so did I, neither of us reaching our high, it was ruined - the feel, the moment of euphoria. I met his gaze and he looked back at me with a fearful but knowing expression.It was over. Our moment. And maybe, my life. Startled, I hastily got off Lorenzo's lap, and frantically attempted to fix my clothes and make sure that my underwear was in its rightful place. Lorenzo rose swiftly and I nervously turned around and came face-to-face with Jack. My legs trembled as a wave of guilt and shame swept over me upon seeing him after such a long time. My eyes brimmed with tears and I was overcome with fear.As soon as I laid my eyes on him, I felt a wave of emotions. His face reminded me of how he looked before, a little haggard, yet still undeniably the same. Jack's eyes widened in surprise as if he couldn't believe it was me, the atmosphere grew stifling with unease. I felt my gut churn with complicated confusion. In the past, old Delilah would
♞—Lorenzo My head snapped to the side, a faint burn lingered on my cheek, I looked back at her as tears dropped down her chin. Why was she crying? Isn't he what she wanted? Why is she reacting like that? The last two days with her had been different, I wanted to give her the choice of choosing for herself. Because if she wanted to stay with me, I would have done everything in my power to keep her. My gaze flicked back to the blonde asshole who stood protectively behind her, his brows furrowed with concern. I didn't mean for him to see us like that but something inside of me wanted her, an inner urge emerged, wanting to say goodbye to her for what seemed like the last time.Because I know, I just fucking know that she will choose him. That bastard looked like a ken fucking doll compared to me. No matter how much I loathed it, she was meant to be with someone who had no dark secrets, no dark past. Someone like Jack, her filthy stable boy. My chest tightened with apprehension, refus
♕—Delilah Jack tugged me along, I kept looking back over my shoulder. Was he following me? Is this a trap? Was he testing me? Is he or his men going to jump out of nowhere and drag me back to his place? But none of that happened... Lorenzo didn't follow me... I looked back again, tears streaming down my face faster than my heartbeat. A loud sob escaped my throat. I could still feel him all over me, all into me. His scent still lingered over my body, his touch still remained on my skin. He let me go without a fight?He gave me up just like that after all that? How can he? Jack wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he paid for the bus ticket to Brooklyn. I still looked back for him... Why was I looking back for him? He kidnapped me, didn't he? He kept me in that room until I took my own life. He put that collar around my neck. He's horrible! He's a killer! He's crazy! He's everything I know shouldn't want in my life! Jack. Jack is who I chose. Jack is the one I had been in love
♕—Delilah "Everything..." I whispered, "He had taken everything from me, Jack, everything..." my eyes burned with the force of the tears that threatened to break free. I gave up! I gave up, Lorenzo, you win! I felt my heart break as I began to cry, uncontrollably sobbing into Jack's shirt. My breath was short with each deep intake of air, and my cries echoed in the confined space. I clung to him like a limp rag doll, my heart beating against his chest."He took away all my hopes and dreams, Jack, every last one of them. Now, I'm left with nothing, no possessions, only a hollow void inside my heart. He stripped away my freedom, invading my physical and mental spaces. He took it all, and it's too much for me to bear. I'm broken... He took everything..." I miss him so deeply it hurts. I cry for the love I held for him, and the way it was taken away from me!He took my heart... He took my heart... He took my heart... These words kept resonating in my head but never left my lips.
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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