♕—Delilah
Looking at myself in the mirror, I clutched the sides of my dress. The nervousness crept up, and a shiver ghosted underneath my skin. My nipples were visible through the thin, silky fabric; my eyes dropped down and anyone could easily see every single dent and curve of my body through this dress.Rita—my chambermaid—slapped at my hands. "Stop it! You will ruin the dress, come on, let's take you to your father's wing"She placed a hand on the small of my back as she led me out of my chambers. I clasped my clammy hands together in front of me and walked with her.We entered our father's wing and a loud clatter followed by the howling laughter of men fell on my ears."Does papá have guests over?" I asked"I suppose..." she answered vaguely.I frowned, papa never has guests over this late at night.We stopped outside papa's door and Rita nodded at the king's guard. The guard looked me up and down, I noticed how he swallowed and diverted his gaze. I felt naked, completely bare. This was humiliating, I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away from here, I wanted to crawl underneath a rock but instead, I kept standing with my head held high.My father has asked to dress me in such a manner and he had strictly ordered Rita not to let me wear any undergarments.My father is the King Octavius Stark Gutenberg of the Kingdom of Onteros and whatever he says becomes the law.The door opened once more and the guard appeared in my view again. I peeked inside as the guard was stepping out and saw the room filled with men I have never seen before."You may enter now, princess"I nodded and held Rita's hand but the guard put forward his arm between me and the door. I gave him a skeptical look not understanding what he wanted."Only the princess is allowed inside"My lips parted with surprise as Rita pulled her hand out of my grip. I took two small steps backward. A feeling of dread crept up from my stomach as Rita turned and walked the other way leaving me alone outside the chamber doors. I could no longer control my hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm.The guard gestured for me to enter and I heaved a sigh before I took a step forward and the guard pushed the door open.The loud chatter died down immediately, I kept looking at the floor but I could feel eyes on me, multiple burning gazes turned my way. I could feel that they all were undressing me with their eyes."There she is, my beautiful daughter Delilah, and Delilah meet your husband-to-be, hopefully,"The floor shook beneath my feet as my head shot up. My eyes met with two wicked eyes belonging to the cruelest man I have ever read about.King Alexander.His face was hard and cold, with no trace of mercy in them. His eyes drank me up; he stood up taking a few steps in my direction.I glanced at my father, my eyes wounded. Papa had a wicked grin plastered over his face, his chamber was filled with almost thirty men not a single woman in sight. They all were big, bulky, savage warriors. They were King Alexander's warriors, his army.My eyes cut back to the man who was standing too close for comfort, my nostrils filled with his scent—he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes.Papa stood up from his chair, approaching us. He placed a hand over my head, stroking my hair. "My oldest, Princess Delilah Regina Gutenberg, she just turned twenty-three last month, a virgin and magnificently beautiful as you can see"A virgin? Does he have to mention that?"Hm," King Alexander made a deep humming sound that rumbled through his chest.Alexander was forty-two-year-old, I know because we had been invited to his birthday a few months back. He had been married three times before and surprisingly all of his wives had died under unknown circumstances. His reputation was worse than my papa but his wealth was his strong suit, his immense wealth was the reason he was still standing.He raised his hand and I flinched, taking an involuntary step back. He smiled at that and took another step my way before he walked around me in circles.He was pleased by the fact that I was afraid of him but I knew what men like him liked to see.My eyes went back to my father for a mere second, all anyone could see was the smile but only I could see the burning fury in his eyes that was directed towards me. A warning to do as King Alexander pleases, to let him do anything he pleases in this room full of men.My honor meant nothing to my father.He stopped right behind me, I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. He slightly tugged at the strings, my eyes shot to my father in alarm but he was busy staring at Alexander."You are free to inspect her as you like, Alexander"Inspect me?With a harsh tug, the dress got released from its strings and fell to the ground, pooling around my feet.A strangled cry escaped me as I covered my bare breast from the view of hungry, wolfish eyes present in the room. Tears stung my eyes, my gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I squeezed my thighs, my hand covering my breasts.Two large calloused hands came from behind me and he pulled my hands away from my body."Keep them to your sides, princess, let me see how beautiful my wife is," his rough voice resounded in my ears.His words made me go still, I felt as though something has walked through me and left me numb and shaking.I hoped he'd reject me.He circled back to my front. His hands slightly caressed the sides of my breasts before trailing down to my stomach and dropping to the side of my hips."Have you been touched before?" he askedI gave my head a slight shake. "No..."Except, I had been... many, many times consensually.He grazed my cheek with the back of his hand. "It's okay, you can tell me. Perhaps by a king's guard or by one of the servants"I again shook my head. "No..."I wasn't stupid."Hmm..." he nodded before turning away from me."I accept your daughter's hand, Octavius. I shall marry her by the end of this week"Papa laughed with exhilaration. "Alexander, I'm glad you deem her worthy to make your wife"Was he not going to ask me if I deem him worthy? Was he not going to ask me if I wanted to inspect him?"Yes, but I will pay you after she bleeds on our wedding night, no blood, no money," he said it so casually like he had done this kind of thing a thousand times before, and given his record of dead wives I won't be surprised.Bleed on our wedding night?I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering because I didn't even bleed when I had my first time.The thought that if I failed to get out of this marriage—which is highly possible—then he will find out about it and it's gonna not going to end well for me.I wanted to drop to my knees and wail until the walls of this palace shook with force but I stood upright. My eyes glared at nothing in particular."Oh, she will, my daughter is as pure as the day she was born"Oh, but I'm not, papa...Alexander nodded at his men and they all stood up, "I will be back by the end of this week to take her""And she will be ready, right, Delilah?"My neck tensed as I bowed my head. "Yes, my king"Alexander smiled before he walked past me and his men followed behind. They all stepped out of the room including my father and the second they went out, I grabbed the dress from the floor and covered myself."Delilah..."My father's voice made me stiffen my muscles. I thought he left... I faced him in hopes that for a mere second he will remember that I am his daughter and realize how ridiculous and cruel all this is but instead all I could see on his face was indifference and coldness."Papa, please... I do not want this"He lifted a shoulder. "Doesn't matter what you want, Delilah. It's done""Papa, I will die...""I'm neck deep in debt, Delilah, you think I care if I lost a daughter to get my kingdom back on its feet? I'll kill thousands of Delilahs to get my power back, do you understand me?""But you have power—"He cut me off. "WHAT POWER?! Our gold mines ran dry years ago, WE HAVE NOTHING! This is my only chance to get my power back and I will not let you ruin that for me or my kingdom!"I tried again, one last pathetic attempt. "He is cruel, papa, he is a savage—""It's all hearsay, King Alexander is a noble and honorable King, and you should feel lucky to be his wife, his queen""Papa...""Get out before I give you a good lashing, Delilah!"I shook my head unbelievably, my heart beating so loud in my ears that I couldn't hear anything else."Guards!" he shouted and two of the guards entered immediately. "Take the princess back to her chambers"The guard came toward me but I raised my hand and glared at my father. "I can escort myself out."Holding the dress up on my body, I ran out of his wing and down the stairs. I stepped out of the palace's doors and glanced at the guards who came to me in alarm."I need to be alone right now!" I ordered.They stilled, stepping back in their positions. I sniffled as I walked to where I wanted to go.The stables.I burst open the door and closed them behind me, locking the padlock. The stables were the only place in the palace that feels like home; it was smelly but I didn't mind the smell because he was there.King Alexander asked if I had been touched by a servant or a king's guard but he forgot to ask about the stable boy."Delilah?" he came out from behind, shock written all over his face as he noticed my tears."Jack..." I breathed out and ran into his arms."What happened, what's wrong?"I nuzzled my face into his neck, losing myself in his comforting touch. I pulled away from him, looking deeply into his eyes. Without another thought, I pressed our lips together.My dress fell to the ground once more but this time I didn't feel humiliated.Jack took me to his bed and laid me down.I spread my legs for him, wide open as I have done many times before.He settled between my thighs and he took me with love and tenderness.I had been in love with Jack since I was sixteen years old and he was seventeen.I gave myself to him when I was twenty and he was twenty-one.We had been each other's comfort for the last two years and I won't let anyone take this away from us.As he reached his high, he pulled himself out of me and spilled it on the floor next to me before he slumped his body over me and inhaled deeply to catch his breath."Jake..." I whispered."Hm?""King Alexander had accepted papa's proposal"He placed his palms on either side of my head and pulled himself up, frowning. "About about?""For my hand in marriage..." I whispered ever so slightly, my chest heavy with overwhelming emotions."What?""I am supposed to get married to him this Saturday," I told him, emotionlessly. "But I'm not going to..."He got off me and pulled his trousers up. He ran a hand through his hair and asked. "What are you going to do?"I furrowed my eyebrows. "What am I going to do? Jack, we are going to do this together. We'll run away, we still have three days, we can devise a plan and run away together—""Are you crazy, Delilah? You think we stand a chance in front of your father and King Alexander?!"The sudden shock from his word made me go still, it took me a minute to understand what he had just said. The sudden change in his demeanor made me rubbed me off the wrong way.What did he mean by that? Did our love mean nothing to him?"We'll run away, we'll run out of this country—""You're being an idiot!" he snapped. "If we get caught your father won't let anything happen to you but he will give me the most gruesome death that this kingdom has ever seen!"Anger whooshed through my body, I got up and picked up that flimsy dress from the floor and put it on. "I'm such a fool, such a pathetic little fool, who thought that you loved me!""Delilah!" Jack grabbed me from behind and hugged me, his arms wrapping around my body. "I love you, I do, alright but this is a big step," he heaved a sigh and kissed the side of my head. "Give me some time, I'll figure something out"Tears stung my eyes once more as I melted in his arms, he was my only way out of this. "Promise?"He nodded. "I promise"♞—Lorenzo "I'm in a good mood today," I told him, "I'm gonna let you choose. Waterboarding or I could drill a hole in your head" His eyes widened as he tried to shake his head frantically. He bit on the gag in his mouth, his veins popped out everywhere and a layer of sweat covered his body. I had been torturing him for three months now, I had a rule. I always torture them for ninety-two days. And today was his ninety-second day. It was over for him. I picked up the drill. "I think we should go with the drill" He made animalistic sounds through the gag. I think he was trying to say something, trying to get his last words. I wasn't so ruthless. I was going to grant him his last words. I stopped before him and pulled the gag out of his mouth. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF—" I calmly put the gag back. "That was a waste of breath," I said as I walked around him and stopped behind his back. I dipped my head and got closer to his ear. "I'm going to enjoy your pain very much. Y
♕—Delilah "He is going to kill me, mama" I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror. This beautiful white gown felt like a death sentence. "...that's what he did to all his wives" Mama stroked my curled hair and she adjusted the veil in place. "No, he won't, my Delilah is stronger than that. If anyone can change that man, it's going to be you" My heart felt so heavy, tears burned in my eyes and I shook my head in negative. "He won't change, mama! This isn't a fairytale. He isn't a prince. People like him... they don't change. I'm going to die," I whispered the last part to myself.Everything was in order, Jack and I were supposed to flee last night but I'm not sure how some of the guards got wind of it. The gates were sealed shut, I didn't even get to see him last night, he was taken away before that. From what I have heard from Rita, Jack tried his best to save me, he took the blame and told everyone that he was the one who filled my head with such ideas. He did it all for my
♕—Delilah I felt so thirsty. My head hurt. My eyelids felt heavy, it was all so dark.I was in a moving car, that much I could sense. My whole body was curled in an odd position.I tried to pull my hand to my face to get rid of the cloth covering it but couldn't, they were stuck behind my back, tied together with something rough. Then it hit me. Jack. My wedding with Alexander. Those men. I ran. They caught me. I was drugged. I was kidnapped. Panic shot through my veins; fear overpowered my body as I started to thrash around. I tried to scream but the gag in my mouth made it impossible for me to utter a word. "Ah, the woman of the hour is awake" I heard a faintly familiar voice say. It was the man who was chasing me in the forest, the one without the scar. I stilled; fear turned my veins to ice. Shivers crept through my body. "Get her up" I heard another deep voice that I didn't recognize. Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me up into a sitting position, they ripped
♕—Delilah I pressed my back against the stone wall, my hands wrapped around my stomach as an urge to urinate doubled. I slammed my head back into the wall a few times, frustrated by my helplessness; hopelessness. I had no idea what they wanted from me or why I was here. I needed to use the toilet so badly but I refuse to do it because of the camera in the corner of the room. They were watching me, they were watching my every move. This was inhuman and humiliating. I couldn't even use the dirty toilet, I gritted my teeth. Shaking my head, I thought about something else, I tried to distract myself. Think about mama, think about Anthony, what they must be doing right now? Will papa look for me? Will he hurt mama for telling me to run? My heart drowned in my chest as I thought about Jack. It seemed so long ago since I last touched him, I remembered how I spent our last night together, I was crying my eyes out while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, kissed my tears away, and to
♕—Delilah Evangeline looked me up and down. "Is she wearing her wedding gown?" then some kind of realization dawned on her face. "Is she the princess from the royal wedding that I specifically told you not to kidnap?!" she turned to her boyfriend. I nodded hysterically. "I am, I am the princess. They drugged me and brought me here and they had been torturing me ever since" "TORTURING YOU?!" the driver shouted, taking a threatening step my way. "Scott!" Evangeline snapped at him and then again faced her boyfriend. "Evangeline, I never promised you that I won't kidnap her" She frustratedly threw her arms in the air. "Nikolai, you can not kidnap an innocent just because you hate her father and fiancé. Kidnap the father, torture him not her" "We hadn't been torturing her, Evangeline," Lorenzo spoke and my eyes widened at how soft his voice was, how gently he talked to her, and how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. Is he in love with his boss's pregnant wife
♕—Delilah He shoved me into his car brutally like he wasn't handling a human being but a worthless toy. He made me sit in the passenger seat and made his way around the hood to get to the driver's seat. My eyes darted all around me, looking for an escape, looking for a way out. I needed to run, I needed to trick him and run. I was just waiting for him to take us outside, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs, and call anyone and everyone to come for my help. I throw myself out of this window if that's what it took. But the next thing I knew, he gripped my upper arm, pulling me closer to him. He handcuffed me to my seat, I didn't resist because I didn't want him to know that I was planning on getting away from him. Next, he pulled a blindfold over my eyes and fastened my seat belt in such a weird way that I was restrained against the car seat. Shit! Shit! Shit! And then a prickle in my neck. I winced. Bastard.┈┈┈┈․° ☣︎ °․┈┈┈┈My mouth was as dry as a dessert. I peeled ope
♕—Delilah I crawl back onto the bed, trying to get away from him. Shaking my head side to side in defiance. "No!" "Take off your clothes" he demanded once more. His face was devoid of any emotion. My heart raced, my blood churned, and I shook my head hard, swallowing. Please, God, no, please, please, God, no."No!" I screamed, my tone coated with fear.Before I could reach for the other lampshade, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I fought him, I fought him hard but he was too powerful, too strong. My attempts to hit him did nothing to him, my punches didn't even faze him. "Do it before I do it for you" the threat was real, he meant each and every word. I kicked him with my free leg but he grabbed it too in a single hand, he shoved his other hand into his pocket and whipped out a pocket knife. My breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper. He was going to rape me. I’d only ever been with Jack. The only guy who I had ever let i
♕—Delilah My eyes went to his hands and I noticed the ropes and some kind of collar; the one you'd put on a dog. I slowly stood up, my back still pressed against the wall. I watched as he closed the door behind him, locked it, and slid the key into his pocket, my eyes followed his every single movement. "What is that?" I questioned, trying to keep my trembling voice strong. He didn't answer me, he just approached me like a hungry wolf, his evil eyes gleaming in the dark. I tried to move but the panic set in, freezing every muscle in my body. "What are you doing?" God, I was regretting, I was regretting my decision of choosing this monster, I should have stayed in that dirty cell, I should have just stayed there. Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! God! Delilah, please don't you dare cry! He opened up the rope and I raised a finger, "Don't you dare step closer to me! Get back!" He only stared at me with a blank face before he stalked towards me and within two to three long stride
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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