LOGIN"Yeah, I like when you’re hungry and impatient." He slid his hand between her thighs, only to find her wet and ready. "Fuck, you're soaked, baby."“It’s your fault." Delilah cooed and giggled, so high out of her mind."I know." Silver smiled in agreement and pushed two fingers inside her cunt, making her gasp loudly. "And I'm going to take full responsibility and fix that."She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking slowly. "Silver, baby you're hard as fuck.""I’ve been hard since you took off my shirt." Silver grinned, positioned himself between her legs and spread her ass wide "Brace yourself, baby girl.”Then he entered her slowly, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, watching every expression cross her face.“Fuck, baby. No matter how much I fuck your pussy, it still remains fucking tight.”“Shit, Silver” she moaned."God, you're perfect," Silver groaned, "So fucking perfect.""Fuck, your cock feels so good." Delilah arched beneath him, pushing her ass to mee
"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something.""We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?"“Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.”“What’s that?”Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes. “I’ve got enough entertainment, we’ve got all night, darling, and all that’s gonna happen in my studio. It’s on the third floor.” Silver waggled his eyebrows.“Is that Coke?” He nodded eagerly and Delilah's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're spoiling me tonight.""Baby, I haven't even started." He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Come on. Let's go make some naked art."Delilah laughed. "You just want an excuse to get me naked in your studio again.""I don't need an excuse, honey. You're
"This. All of this." She gestured around them. "Moving me in. Insisting I stay here. It’s just too sudden.” Her eyes searched his “You've been... hovering all over me since the party. Why are you so worried about my safety?"Something dark and possessive flickered across his face, and Silver crossed the room slowly, closing the distance between them."Because I want you to be safe," he said simply."But why? I'm fine at my apartment. I have security. Jax pays for…""Jax isn't always there," Silver interrupted, his voice firm. "And I don't trust that you're as protected as you think."Delilah frowned. "What does that mean? Did something happen? Is someone after my life?"Silver's jaw clenched. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to tell her everything—about Emilia crushing pills into her champagne, about switching the glasses, about Francia collapsing in Delilah's place.But he didn't.Instead, he reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and tucked it behind her ear. His
Silver's black Maserati pulled into the circular driveway of his minimalist glass-and-steel mansion just as the sun began to set. He killed the engine and sat for a moment, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, staring at the house he rarely stayed in anymore.Too big. Too empty. Too quiet.But tonight, it won't be empty.He glanced at Delilah in the passenger seat. She was looking out the window at the sprawling property, one eyebrow raised in appreciation, the first time she’d been here was at night, and she hadn’t seen how magnificent the property looked.“Welcome to Casa de Silver,” Silver said."Wow. Someone’s really showing off their money” she said with a smirk. “Trying to impress me already?”Silver laughed. "Delilah, you own more lingeries than most people own books. You can’t compare my house to such a collection""Lingeries are an investment.” Delilah turned to him, eyes glinting. "And don't pretend you don't love them."“Oh, I love them” He leaned over and kissed he
"Oh, you're so thoughtful, sweetheart!" Francia took the glass gratefully, her fingers wrapping around the delicate stem. "Thank you, baby."Emilia watched in mounting horror from across the room. No. No, no, no. That wasn't supposed to happen. Francia wasn't supposed to drink that.She started forward, her mouth opening to shout a warning, but Silver's eyes found hers across the crowd.He stared at her with such cold, calculated fury that Emilia froze mid-step.DID. HE. KNOW???!"Wait—" Emilia's voice came out as a strangled whisper, too quiet for anyone to hear.Jax raised his glass. "A toast," he announced loudly, and the ballroom quieted. "To my beautiful wife on her twenty-sixth birthday. May this year bring you everything you deserve."The words dripped with cruel irony.Francia raised her glass happily and obliviously. "To Emilia!""To Emilia!" the crowd echoed while she froze in a corner.Everyone drank.Francia took three long, deep sips of the poisoned champagne, savoring th
The kitchen was quiet, separated from the ballroom by a long hallway. The staff had been instructed to use the catering entrance tonight, leaving this space empty and isolated. Perfect for hiding. Perfect for breaking down without witnesses.Emilia's fingers trembled as she opened her small beaded clutch and pulled out the bottle of sleeping pills her doctor had prescribed after her "mental breakdown" at Jax's office when she'd attacked Brianna. Strong sedatives. Powerful enough to knock someone out for hours.She unscrewed the cap and stared at the white pills inside.If she swallowed a handful of them—or the whole bottle—and overdosed, her problems would disappear. She would no longer feel this pain.She sighed and put the pills back into her purse.But she couldn't leave Jax. Not like that.Emilia sat alone in the kitchen for fifteen minutes, trying to compose herself and find the strength to return to her own birthday party.But she couldn't get the sounds out of her head.Jax's v
“Mr Romano,” I whispered to the camera, as my fingers slipped out of my slick folds. “I’m so sore from you… but I can’t stop.”My juices coated my hand “You fucked me so good this morning, made me cry and come until I passed out.”“You’re the best…” I bit my lip to stifle my moan“… the best cock I’
“Please, Jax,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me. I need it. He gripped my hip with harsh fingers and slammed balls-deep into my pussy with one brutal thrust. I moaned a little too loud, with a little too much satisfaction as his thick cock split me open. The stretch burned, but in a delicious and p
I stepped into the office that morning knowing exactly what was waiting for me. The air crackled with tension, and the click of my heels was swallowed by the chaos. Designers were hunched over their desks, fabric scraps of as everywhere, and Jax’s voice thundered down the open-plan floor, raw, car
My apartment elevator dinged open, and my doorbell rang. I froze mid-stretch on the yoga mat. I was dressed in a simple black tank top clinging to my sweat-damp skin, gray yoga pants very low on my hips, my hair was in a loose bun, tangled. It was my workout time and I wasn’t expecting any visito







