♕—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
♕—Delilah "Your boss hates me..." I whispered as Lorenzo drove back home. "He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't trust you around his wife and child. He is protective of them and thinks you might hurt Evangeline." I frowned, "Hurt her? Why would I hurt her?" Lorenzo didn't say anything, he just gave his head a shake and took a sharp turn. It wasn't the way to his home. I had been trying to learn directions, I needed it in case I get an opportunity to... I have no idea how much power Nikolai Costello has over New York City, if I take that step I need to be really careful and attentive. I didn't ask Lorenzo where were we going because I didn't want him to know that I knew the directions. He stopped outside an ice cream shop and parked the car. A smile formed over my lips, I cast a glance at Lorenzo before we both stepped out of the car. I looked around, I could run away right now. I didn't have a collar around my neck, I could slip out of my shoes and run as fast as I could but I