LOGINSilver and Delilah were curled naked on the wide leather couch, their warm bodies tangled in a lazy, post-orgasm haze, basking in the dim glow of the living room. A half-empty bottle of rich red wine sat on the table beside two glasses. and the low, sultry voice of Annie Lennox filled the air — “I put a spell on you… because you’re mine…” — as a slow, filthy strip tease played on the massive TV screen. The scene unfolding on screen was far dirtier than anything in Fifty Shades of Grey: a woman teasingly peeling off lace while two men stroked themselves, eyes locked on her with raw hunger.Delilah’s head rested on Silver’s chest, her fingers lazily tracing the thick veins around his semi-hard cock. Silver’s hand cupped her ass, squeezing possessively as they watched, the atmosphere thick with arousal and the scent of sex.Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the music like a jolt.Delilah looked at the time. 01:35 am. She looked at Silver. “Are you expecting anyone?”“This is
“How much do you love me?”“A lot.”“Am I still your baby?”“You’re my wife, Emilia.”“Call me sweet names Jax. Just…” she pulled back to look at him with soft, desperate and almost teary eyes. “Like the first time we got married. Make me feel special again.”“You’re being dramatic, Emilia. You still have my name and my ring on your finger…”“That’s not it, baby, please…” Emilia’s voice cracked slightly.Jax grabbed her hand to stop her frantic madness. “Drop it, Emilia. It’s either you’re ready to fuck me or not. Stop asking stupid questions and treat my cock nice. Right now you’re making it limper than a fucking sausage.”Emilia nodded hurriedly, still insanely horny. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I just… I miss how we used to be.”When Jax freed her hand, she went back to kissing his neck, her hands working eagerly to please him. Jax closed his eyes, trying to make himself concentrate and enjoy what his wife was about to do to him.“Jax?” she spoke up again softly.“Hmm,” he hummed a rep
Late at night, Jax couldn’t sleep.He turned over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time, closing his eyes tightly, but sleep wouldn’t come. The rain pounded relentlessly against the windows, mirroring the chaos in his mind. This was all going to explode. It was just a question of when.And worse, when Delilah and Silver marry, she’d no longer be his assistant and the wild sex escapades between them will stop because his brother will have it all. Her body. Her time. Her loyalty. Everything Jax had grown addicted to would belong to Silver.No, Jax thought, his jaw clenching in the darkness. The wedding cannot go through.Emilia slept peacefully beside him, her breathing soft and steady under the covers. Jax glanced at her for a moment, feeling nothing but irritation, before slipping quietly out of bed. He didn’t want to wake her. Barefoot and wearing only his pajama pants, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen bar. The house was dark and silent except for the storm raging o
Delilah pulled back from Silver just enough to meet Emilia’s gaze with a cool, victorious smile. “Careful with the hate, Emilia. You’re starting to turn green.”Jax staggered to his feet, hei Sheila body dripping wine, eyes blazing with a toxic mix of jealousy, rage, and raw lust. “Silver—what the fuck are you doing?”Silver turned, arm still around Delilah’s waist, protective and smug. “Proposing to the woman I love. Something wrong with that, brother?”Jax took a shaky step forward, but two guests steadied him. “This is all too sudden. You don’t know what you’re doing.”“Oh, I think I do,” Silver replied smoothly, voice laced with double meaning. “I’ve never been more sure.”The tension crackled. Delilah leaned into Silver, her body language screaming ‘have all of me.’ But beneath the triumph, her pulse raced for different reasons. Jax’s dark stare promised delicious consequences.The party stopped. Conversations died mid-sentence as heads turned between both brothers. The music tra
The grand ballroom of the Romano Estate glittered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of designer gowns and tailored tuxedos swirling to the soft hum of a live jazz band. Emilia’s annual charity gala for children’s hospitals was the event of the season—polished, prestigious, and packed with old money. But tonight, the real show wasn’t the silent auction or the five-figure donations. It was the entrance that made every head turn.Delilah walked in on Silver’s arm.She wore a sleek, backless emerald gown that clung to every curve like the sin she was, her blonde hair cascading in loose waves over one shoulder. Silver, tall and devastatingly hot in a black Armani suit, kept a possessive hand at the small of her back, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her bare skin. The moment they stepped through the double doors, whispers erupted like sparks.“Didn’t Emilia accuse her of sleeping with her husband?” one socialite hissed behind her glass.“Whole time she was in love with the brother,”
Morning light spilled across the penthouse kitchen, catching on the glossy pages of the fashion magazine Jax had slammed onto the marble island. The headline read: “Silver Romano Ends High-Profile Romance with Francia Harrington– Artist Cites ‘Irreconcilable Differences’ and Desire for Creative Freedom.”Jax stared at the words, jaw clenched, coffee mug gripped so tightly his knuckles paled. Emilia moved behind him, humming softly as she plated his breakfast—eggs Benedict with hollandaise, crisp bacon, and fresh fruit. Emilia slid the plate in front of him with a gentle smile, but her eyes narrowed when she noticed his seething expression.“Jax?” she said softly, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “You’ve been staring at that magazine like it personally insulted your mother. What’s going on?”He didn’t look up immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of coffee, jaw tight. “Silver and Francia broke up.” he muttered, voice low and edged with something darker than mere disappointment.Em
For the first time, uncertainty flickered across Gena's face. She looked from Jax to Delilah, who was now staring at her with cold, quiet fury."This isn't over," Gena hissed. "You’re hurting poor Emilia, intentionally. You took vows before God and everyone we know. You can't just throw her away fo
The salty breeze whipped through my hair as I stepped onto the yacht docked at the marina. The deck already hummed with warmth from bodies in all white outfits. I’d known Silver long enough to understand that “naked” wasn’t just a dress code. That was the entire point. It made his parties more thr
Silver watched me, heat filled his hooded eyes. “You glow when you smile,” he murmured, his voice was low and rough.I laughed, nervous but flattered, my core already warming up. And while the woman walked away, my eyes lingered on her. “It’s incredible, all of it. You turned people into… masterpie
My penthouse glowed under the low amber lights, with an atmosphere that carried the faint air of summer romance happening in Paris, mixed with my expensive signature perfume, oud and jasmine. It felt so wonderful. I moved through the living room into my walk-in closet, my body lit by the soft glow







