Novels by Cynthia Robert

Delilah's POV I nodded and slipped out of the training facility, my legs shaking as I made my way back to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried not to panic at how obvious it was what I'd been doing.I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair as best I could, and took several deep breaths before heading back to the dining room.Most people were on dessert when I slid back into my seat next to Mateo. Mom looked up with concern."Are you alright, sweetheart? You were gone a while.""Just not feeling great," I said, which wasn't entirely a lie. "But I'm better now."Mateo's hand found my thigh under the table again, and I felt Dante's release still warm between my legs. Mateo's fingers slid higher, feeling the wetness there, and I watched his eyes darken with understanding.His hand tightened possessively on my thigh while he leaned close enough to whisper in my ear. "You let him fuck you, didn't you? I can smell him all over you."I didn't answer, just focused v

Delilah's POV I made it to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, leaning against the door while trying to catch my breath. My pussy was throbbing, still wet and aching from what Mateo had been doing to me under that table. I could smell my own arousal and it made panic spike through me all over again.How was I supposed to go back out there? Everyone would know. Everyone would smell it.I forced myself to take deep breaths, to calm down. Maybe if I waited a few minutes, the scent would fade. Maybe I could splash cold water on my face and—The bathroom door opened and I froze."Occupied," I called out."I know."Dante's voice."You can't be in here," I hissed. "This is the women's bathroom.""Come out.""Dante—""Now, Delilah."Something in his tone made me unlock the stall door. He was standing there in the middle of the bathroom, looking absolutely predatory in his dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up."We need to go," he said, grabbing my wrist. "Right now.""Go where?

Delilah's POV I forced myself back into position and somehow managed to finish the hundred push-ups, even though my form was terrible by the end and my arms felt like they might fall off.The rest of training wasn't any easier. Every exercise, Dante pushed me harder than anyone else. Every time I started to flag, Mateo would make some cutting remark about weakness or being worthless.By the time he finally called an end to training two hours later, I was covered in dirt and sweat, my muscles screaming, barely able to stand."Adequate," Dante said dismissively when everyone had gathered. "Hart, you're excused from the conditioning run. You'd just slow everyone else down. Go shower. You look pathetic."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and limped off the field while everyone else headed for the running trail. I could feel their stares following me, could hear the whispers about how weak I was, how I didn't belong.It's an act, I reminded myself as I made it to my car. It's just an act.

Delilah's POV "I'm fine," I said, even though my body was still sore and every movement reminded me of what we'd done.Dante's hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone in that tender gesture I was learning meant more than any words. "You're covering marks.""I have to." I resisted the urge to lean into his touch. "Someone could see.""Good." Mateo's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "We can't stay long without raising suspicion. But training tomorrow—remember, we have to be cruel. In front of everyone.""I know." The reminder made my stomach twist. "The note said it was an act.""It is," Dante said firmly. "Everything we do in public is an act. What happens in private, that's real. Understand?"I nodded, wanting desperately to kiss them both but knowing we couldn't risk it here."We should go," Mateo said reluctantly. "Before someone comes looking."They left first, and I waited a full five minutes before heading back to my station. Several nurses were whisp

Delilah's POV Sunday morning arrived with pale sunlight and the distant sound of Mom humming in the kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed, my body protesting every movement with a deep soreness that made me acutely aware of exactly what I'd done the night before.The mirror showed evidence I couldn't hide completely. New hickies bloomed along my collarbone, partially covered by my high-necked sweater. Faint bruises on my hips. Red marks on my wrists that I covered with long sleeves. I looked like I'd been thoroughly claimed, and the thought made heat flood through me despite my exhaustion.I made my way downstairs where Mom was setting out breakfast, still glowing with newlywed happiness. Ryker sat at the table reading the pack newsletter on his tablet, and I was relieved to see the brothers weren't there yet."Good morning, sweetheart," Mom said brightly. "I made French toast. Your favorite.""Thanks, Mom." I slid into my usual seat and accepted the plate she handed me."So," I said

Delilah's POV They started slowly, methodically. Mateo's fingers would slide inside my pussy, pumping with practiced skill while Dante's mouth worked my nipples through my tank top, building pleasure steadily. Just when I thought I might come, they'd stop completely, leaving me aching and desperate and on the verge.Then Dante's hand would find my clit, rubbing with perfect pressure while Mateo kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. Again they'd build me up, higher and higher, until I was trembling and right on that edge. Then they'd stop again.It was torture. Sweet, devastating torture.They were paying attention, learning exactly what made me respond strongest. When Mateo praised me, told me how beautiful I looked tied up and desperate for them, my body would arch seeking more of his touch. When Dante degraded me, called me their needy little whore while his fingers fucked my pussy roughly, I'd get even wetter and my hips would roll shamelessly seeking friction.When eith