Chapter One Hundred And Fifteen

♕—Delilah

I felt like a lamb facing death at the hands of the butcher...

I closed my eyes and reminded myself of what Lorenzo thought of me.

I can do this...

The white dress was clinging tightly to me as if it was a second skin. Alexander seemed to have a penchant for soft, silky, and transparent dresses that made me feel so suffocated. I felt like it was just another way he liked to torment his wives.

I tugged at the neckline and muttered to myself that I was doing this for my mama, but I couldn't help but scoff as I thought it. I'd tell myself this same thing when Lorenzo's touch made me forget my own breath. I'd pretend that I was just doing this to get back to my mama, my little brother, and Jack, but deep down I knew that wasn't the case.

I was doing it because it felt right. The feel of his naked skin against mine felt right. The feel of his rough hands on my body felt right. The feel of his tongue against my tongue felt so utterly right. The feel of his voice in my ears fel