Chapter 28

Delilah turned sharply, her gaze locking with Marco’s. 

A sly grin played at his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, clearly amused. 

She swallowed, caught in the moment, but quickly masked her reaction.

"I was just… curious," she replied, her voice steady despite her racing heartbeat.

Marco chuckled, a glint of something dangerous and thrilling in his eyes. 

Without another word, Delilah turned and continued to her bedroom, her cheeks warming under his gaze.

Once inside, she took a deep breath, steadying herself. 

She changed into her nightgown, then opened the drawer of her nightstand, intending to check on her black book. 

To her relief, it was still there, untouched. 

But beside it, a small velvet-colored jewelry box caught her eye. 

Frowning, she picked it up, her pulse quickening as she opened it.

Inside was a golden wristwatch, gleaming in the dim light. 

The design was unmistakable—the Graff Diamonds Hallucination, a watch worth over fifty millions. 

Delilah’s heart skipped a beat. 

She’d admired this exact watch once, on Gaga’s wrist, telling Marco in a playful moment that she’d love something so extravagant.

She remembered that afternoon, when she’d casually browsed similar designs online. 

Helen had even alerted her to suspicious activity on her account, mentioning that someone had been tracking her browsing history.

Delilah’s fingers traced over the watch’s intricate design, a flush spreading over her cheeks. 

Marco must have seen her browsing history—he had hacked her account, following her every digital move. 

And yet, he’d turned that invasive act into an intimate gesture, bringing her this expensive gift.

A soft sound by the door drew her attention. 

Marco had entered, his gaze focused on her as she held the watch. He walked closer, his expression softening.

"I thought you’d like it," he murmured, his voice low. "You mentioned an exquisite watch once, and when I came across it… it reminded me of you."

Delilah’s cheeks warmed, a small smile curving her lips as she admired the watch. "It’s stunning, Marco. And expensive. Real gold, too."

Marco cleared his throat deliberately, drawing her attention back to him. 

She looked up, meeting his intense gaze. 

"My reward for getting exactly what you wanted," he murmured, a faint challenge in his tone.

A flash of something raw crossed his eyes, drawing her in. 

Delilah's heart skipped a beat. 

Without thinking, she rose onto her toes and brushed her lips against his in a quick, tantalizing kiss.

Marco's eyes flashed with surprise, but only for an instant. 

Then, his expression darkened, and he took control. He claimed her mouth with a fierce, possessive kiss, deepening it until Delilah's breath caught.

Her hands slid up his chest, and she pressed herself against him, her fingers curling around the fabric of his T-shirt as she surrendered to the fire he'd sparked. 

His lips were warm, demanding, and there was no hesitation, no restraint as he drew her closer until she could feel his heartbeat against her chest, wild and relentless.

The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other’s heat. 

She felt his hands explore, skimming down her back and settling on her waist, fingers pressing into her curves as if trying to mold her against him. 

She responded in kind, slipping her hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hard lines of his abdomen, tracing every muscle, memorizing every inch.

When they broke apart for air, Marco rested his forehead against hers, his breaths heavy and warm. "I shouldn’t want you like this. But you… you make me forget everything else."

"Then stop trying to resist," Delilah whispered, her voice trembling with desire. 

Her hand slid up to cradle Marco's cheek, her thumb tracing his jawline, feeling the slight stubble that sent shivers down her spine.

Without another word, Marco lifted her onto the bed, his gaze raking over her like a flame. 

Delilah's heart pounded as he grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled chest. 

Shadows danced across the ridges of his abdomen, making her mouth water.

As he leaned in, Delilah's fingers traced the contours of his torso, feeling his warmth, his life force pulsing beneath her touch. 

Marco's eyes darkened, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her breathless.

Marco's hands slid under her nightgown, palms grazing her skin, sending sparks flying. 

He gently lifted the gown over her head, exposing her lace-clad breasts. Delilah's breath caught as his gaze devoured her.

Marco's fingers traced the lace's edge, sending shivers down her spine. 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the delicate fabric, teasing her nipples. 

Delilah's breath hitched, her nipples hardening beneath the lace.

With a gentle tug, Marco freed the lace, revealing Delilah's breasts in all their glory. 

Her nipples stood erect, inviting his touch. 

Marco's eyes darkened, his mouth claiming one nipple, then the other, his tongue dancing across her skin.

"Perfection," he whispered, his pleasure evident.

Meanwhile, Delilah's breath escaped in ragged gasps, her hands tangling in Marco's hair. 

Her panties, a delicate silk, hugged her curves, and Marco's eyes lingered on the subtle outline of her body.

His fingers brushed against her collarbone, sending shivers coursing through her veins. 

His lips trailed down her neck, breath hot and uneven, making her skin prickle with desire.

As they kissed, Delilah felt his hardness press against her thigh, sending a thrill through her. 

"I want him now," she thought, her desire surging like a wave, impossible to ignore.

She deepened the kiss, her hands sliding to his waistband, eager to unleash his passion.

Marco groaned, his hips pressing closer, his desire radiating like a furnace. 

Delilah's fingers swiftly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down, revealing his erection. 

His size and strength took her breath away. 

She couldn't help but compare him to her past experiences – Marco's intensity and passion surpassed anything she'd ever known.

Marco's hands slid to her hips, fingers hooking into her panties. "Lift your hips," he whispered, his voice husky, sending shivers down her spine.

Delilah obeyed, her heart racing, her cheeks flushing. She felt vulnerable, yet excited, as Marco slid her panties down, exposing her fully.

Marco's gaze roamed over her, burning with intensity. He couldn't believe his eyes – Delilah, the woman he'd craved for so long, lay before him, naked and willing.

"Mine," he thought, his possessiveness surging.

"Delilah..." he murmured, voice thick with hunger, his eyes locked on hers.

Delilah's thoughts swirled – excitement, anticipation, and curiosity mingled. But as she met Marco's gaze, she knew she was ready.

"You want me, don't you?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marco chuckled darkly, thumb brushing over her lip. "You have no idea," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire.

The kiss deepened, urgent and all-consuming. Marco's fingers slid under her thigh, lifting her leg around his waist, pulling her closer.

"Marco," she whispered, voice raw. "I need you."

He growled, mouth capturing hers, his control fraying.

"Have me," Marco whispered, his gaze burning.