LOGINJax’s fingers traced lazy circles over the damp curve of Delilah’s hip, the sheets tangled low around their legs. The Paris night shadowed the tall windows of the suite, and soft rain whispered against the glass. His mouth closed over her nipple again, sucking slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it.“Sex with you is one reason I can never lose you,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough from earlier. “Tell me how it feels when I fuck you.”Delilah’s lips curved in a tender grin. “Amazing.” The word came out low, almost a drawl. She stretched beneath him, arching her back just enough to push her breast deeper into his mouth. “I don’t want it to stop. I want it to last forever.”He lifted his head, and his dark eyes locked on hers. “It’s a mutual feeling, baby. I promise I’ll do anything to keep you happy.” His hand slid up her ribs, thumb brushing the underside of her breast. “Anything.”She silently watched him for a lon
“I’ll tell you from the beginning,” she started. “My father is Eli Amour.”“I know that.” Jax nodded.“And my mother was a Korean woman, Salsa Hwang.”That was the first time she had ever shared something so private about herself. Jax gave her his full attention. He sat up straighter and nodded again. “Okay.”“My mother and Eli fell in love after meeting on a cruise ship. They were married for fifteen years until my mother caught him having numerous romantic affairs. There were rumors that he had a child outside the home. When my mother investigated, she uncovered Eli’s alter ego—his secret life of sex, drugs, and women. Most importantly, she found the other woman who was funding his lifestyle. His mistress already had a daughter with him. That woman was an English heiress, Gena Langford, and her daughter is Emilia.”“Oh.” Jax’s brows scrunched as he pieced the revelation together. “So… Emilia is your…?”“Half-sister,” she finished for him.“What? She’s your sister?”“Half-sister,” De
Jax stood under the relentless rain outside the door of Silver’s mansion, water streaming down his face and soaking through his clothes until they clung to his skin. His fist pounded the wood again, pleading, his voice raw and cracking.“Delilah, please. Just open the door. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay out here all night if I have to.”Silence answered him, as usual. Jax sighed dejectedly. He didn’t know what else to do, and this was his last hope. He sank down against the frame, knees drawn up, head bowed and held in both hands. Rain kept falling, plastering his dark hair to his forehead. Minutes stretched into an hour, and soon his teeth began to chatter.Inside, Delilah pressed her palm to the door, eyes closed in resolve. The memory of the last time she had left him outside still haunted her. She exhaled softly and muttered under her breath, “Damn it, Jax,” then unlocked the passcode and pulled the door open.Jax looked up at her slowly, in disbelief, shivering so hard that his shou
He touched himself as he sketched the different positions he could fuck her in. Jax desperately wanted his sex toy back.“Delilah. Please.”Jax thought about his brother’s cock—the way it used to fuck him into pure ecstasy and leave him flooded with pleasure-filled sensations as his own cock leaked cum. And while Emilia slept, he fucked himself with a condom-wrapped cucumber while watching gay porn.His voice was gone by the time the light outside the windows began to change.Emilia found him like that. She pushed the door open with her shoulder because her hands were full of purchase documents, and stopped dead.Bottles of alcohol littered every surface. Drawings covered everything—scattered across the table, the floor, taped to the walls in places. All of the same woman. Delilah.Jax was half-naked and half-collapsed over the drafting table, shirt hanging open, eyes red and swollen, still murmuring the name like it was the only word left in his mouth. “Delilah. Please.”Something u
After Emilia berated him for his frivolous spending, Jax had walked out on her and spent the night in the guest house—only to resume his pleading the next day.And this time it was obvious Jax was trying too hard with the gifts he sent—too many roses, pure gold jewelry and diamond rings, rare custom couture gowns he had designed and sewn himself, all accompanied by a full ensemble of matching shoes, accessories, and perfumes. He gave them all to Delilah.He had even included a new car key still nestled in its velvet pouch, along with a note he had rewritten three times before settling on the exact words.Forgive me.Let’s make this work.Jax.He made certain everything was arranged precisely as he envisioned it, then instructed the delivery service to take the entire collection straight to Silver’s estate and to call him the moment Delilah accepted his peace offering.Two hours later he sat worrying when the call never came.Meanwhile Delilah was having a showdown of her own. She had
“Open the door… please.”Jax stood outside Silver’s mansion, drunk off his ass, rain dripping down his face, his whole weight against the door. He pressed the doorbell again and again.“Delilah. Open the door.”No answer.He banged harder. “I know you’re in there. Just talk to me. Five minutes.”Still nothing.He rested his forehead against the wood and jabbed the button repeatedly. “Please. I’m begging you. Don’t shut me out like this.”Silence.“You won’t answer my calls or my texts. Just let me in, okay? I need to talk to you.” His knocks got heavier. “Delilah! I know you can hear me! Open the fucking door!”From the other side of the door, Delilah’s voice came through, cold and clear.“Go home, Jax.”A flicker of hope flashed in his eyes for a second. He tried to straighten up but nearly fell, and quickly he caught the doorframe for support. “I can’t. Not until you listen to me,” he slurred.“There’s nothing left to listen to. I want nothing to do with you again.”“Delilah—”“Stop







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