♕—Delilah Lorenzo hadn't come home in three days, I don't know where he is, I don't know how he is. If he died or something. I have no way to contact anyone on the outside.I stood in front of the front door, trying to look outside the gates. The security lasers were on, so there was no way I could anywhere. I was trapped in the mansion, a prisoner in this gilded cage. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I was completely at his mercy. If he doesn't come back, I don't know what I'll do. I went back inside and started cooking dinner, I have been making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for two every single day. I hoped that tonight the dinner won't go to waste and Lorenzo actually shows up. My breath got caught somewhere in my chest as I remembered the last night we spent together, how he had taken my mouth savagely without any concern for my poor throat. I have never experienced anything like that before, how can something be so brutal and yet so pleasurable? I had no idea that you c
♕—Delilah "Come with me..." Lorenzo said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. I stood up immediately and followed him out of the bedroom. He walked to one of the corner rooms that is always locked and unlocked it. He entered the dark room and for a second, I contemplated if I should follow him in or not. I rolled my eyes, I have been living with this man for a month now, and I have been sleeping with him in the same bed at night. I don't know why I was still a little afraid of him. Shaking my head, I stepped inside and Lorenzo locked the door behind us. A second later, the room illuminated and my eyes roamed around instantly. It was a European-style study, dimly lit and cozy. There was a dark wooden bookcase lining the entire right wall, a leather couch with a fur rug over the back and a knit blanket draped over one of its arms. The far wall has a huge fireplace and mantle ruling the middle, with shelves lining it on one or the other side. Above the mantle were an antique cl
Lorenzo — Eight Years Old. He hugged, his little brother Rocco closer to him as they both hid in the closet, watching their father throwing stuff around and shouting at their mother. Lorenzo winced every time his father would slap, punch or throw his mother around. Tears dropped to the floor as he watched them through the narrow slits of the cupboard door. He had covered his little brother's eyes, hiding the pain, violence, and abuse from him. His father had come home in a bad mood. His mother had shoved both of them into the closet hiding them from their father. Lorenzo watched as his mother tried to defend herself but she was too powerless against the brutal man—he called his papa. "Why is mamma crying?" Rocco—who was just a five-year-old—asked his older brother. Lorenzo was tongue-tied, being a kid himself he had no idea how to answer that question. Rocco raised his hands and wiped his older brother's eyes. "Don't cry..." his little brother tried to console him.Lorenzo nodd
♕—Delilah I hurriedly changed into clean clothes, combed my hair, and put on lipgloss. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, hiding the collar. I wore ballet flats and trotted out of the room and straight to the foyer. Lorenzo was standing outside the front door with his back facing me, his hands in his pockets. He had heard my footsteps and without saying a word, he started to walk towards his car. I furrowed my eyebrows, "Aren't we going to walk?" "You want to walk around New York?" I nodded, I wasn't allowed to leave the palace unguarded or unchaperoned, I had never walked around a city, not even when I was in Onteros. I had always been confided between the palace's walls and Lorenzo's gilded cage wasn't any different, so, now that I have this chance, I don't want to ruin it. "That's what we agreed on? Didn't we?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Lorenzo breathed out through his nose, "Fine..." We walked down the driveway and to the front gate but as he was about to ope
TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms. He seemed tensed as if he was holding himself, I pressed my body into him letting him know that it was okay, I wanted this. He gave his head a gentle shake, "I'm not a normal man, Delilah, I have urges that you may find peculiar maybe downright cruel. You have never been touched roughly, your flawless skin is proof of that. And all I wanted to do is out my marks on every single inch of you." I nodded, "It's ok
♕—Delilah The thrust was so hard that I felt a stabbing pain inside of me. I cried out, Lorenzo was in so deep, he was bigger and thicker than Jack in all the ways. His cock touched me in a way I have never been touched before. It stretched me wide, ripping me open. I try to yank my knotted hands, trying to pry off his tie but it was so perfectly secured that it wouldn't come off, no matter how hard I tried. The feeling of being penetrated by him was just so damn intense, nothing like I had ever felt before. He paused for a second, letting me adjust to his size, this was sweet—shit! The thrust was so hard that it made me tremble. Then he thrust again. And again. And again. I could feel nothing else but him, filling me, ravaging me. With every thrust a stinging sharp pain filled my body, making me grit my teeth as it intermixed with the immense pleasure. He held onto my tied-up hand and forced my body onto his length, "Fuck you feel so fucking good, princess..." a soft growl
♞—Lorenzo "Bring her over for dinner!" she screamed on the other side of the phone. "You do realize that she is our captive?" "Lorenzo, if I can't leave my own house without every single man informing Nikolai about it, I think our captive will be well secured in my home." "Evangeline, Niko might---"She cut me off, "Niko and you are not invited. I just want to meet Delilah, oh, and Bianca is also coming over." "Okay, fine..." I gave up, there is no way in hell anyone can win from Evangeline and she is the only person on this earth I'd willingly lose to over and over and over again. "Yay!" she squealed, "What does she like to eat?" I hesitated, I don't know how the fuck am i going to explain this to Nikolai. I own Delilah now, I'm going to keep her for a long long time, I won't let her get away until I had enough of her. But telling Evangeline her likes and dislikes would mean something else. Evangeline is smart she will figure it out in a second because she had been the only im
♕—Delilah I wore an emerald green dress, combed my hair down, and put on some light makeup. I was going to dinner with my captor at his boss's wife's house. The same boss who was pulling all the strings and is scary as hell! Lorenzo was dressed up in his usual attire, his dark hair was perfectly tousled—just the way I liked it. He wasn't dressed for dinner, he said he'd leave me at her home and then he had to go to the club with Nikolai Costello. I swiped the brush against my cheek, putting on a blush. I saw Lorenzo watching me through the mirror, he didn't blink or look away, not even for a second. Then I heard a click and the collar on my neck unlocked, for a second I couldn't believe that it happened but then Lorenzo made his way to me and took the collar off my neck. "Cover up the bruises..." he ordered me. I nodded and grabbed the concealer. I started to dab it all around my neck over the marks the collar left and also the marks Lorenzo left. "Delilah, no words of this to
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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