LOGINDelilah thought she married the perfect man. Charming. Respectable. Devoted. But then she discovered the man she trusted was a fraud — cheating behind her back, controlling her every move, and secretly stealing from the people who once believed in him. Her marriage wasn’t love. It was a trap. And when she lost the child she was carrying, alone, abandoned, and broken in a cold hospital bed, everything shattered. That’s when he returned. Thorne Weston. The estranged, adopted brother her husband never spoke of. The boy who once made her college life hell — cruel words, wicked smirks and relentless taunts. He's her tormentor. Her shadow. The one who looked at her like he wanted to ruin her… and maybe always did. He disappeared after graduation. Vanished. Forgotten. But now he’s back — colder, richer, and far more dangerous. And he’s watching her. And when she breaks down in the hospital, barely breathing through grief, he corners her in the shadows and makes her an offer that freezes her blood — and sets her body ablaze. “You want revenge? I want you. Be mine… and I’ll destroy him for you.” She should scream. She should hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the fire curling in her belly every time he whispers her name. Hate doesn’t make her knees tremble when he steps too close, smelling of smoke, leather, and sin. And hate isn’t what makes her crave the rough, twisted salvation only he can give. Because Thorne Weston is no longer a cruel boy with a chip on his shoulder. He’s a man forged in violence. Obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. And he doesn’t just want her — he owns her. Body. Soul. And every shattered piece her husband left behind.
View MoreTo every reader who stayed with Delilah and Thorne until the very last page, thank you. Thank you for feeling every heartbreak, every betrayal, every victory, and every moment of chaos with them. Thank you for screaming at their stubbornness, swooning over their intensity, and holding your breath through every twist. Writing this story has been a storm it's been dark, raw, messy, and painfully human—and knowing that you chose to walk through that storm with me means more than words can say. Your comments, your reactions, your thoughts, your patience, your love for these characters, everything kept me going on days when the story felt too heavy to carry alone. On days when it seemed like no one was reading, when the views were low, and the motivation was slipping, your support reminded me why I write. Delilah and Thorne were never meant to be simple. They were meant to feel real. And the fact that you embraced them, flaws and all, is a gift I do not take lightly. Thank you for
Delilah’s POV “Actually, let me pleasure you." A groan ripped from Thorne’s throat as my lips stretched around him. God, he was so big. The taste of him, salty and musky and uniquely Thorne, flooded my senses. I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper until the tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag softly. His fingers threaded through my hair, not forcing, but guiding, setting a rhythm that was both demanding and reverent. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Take it all, Delilah. Fuck, your mouth is heaven.” Saliva dripped down my chin, a messy, erotic proof of my effort. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the raw hunger etched on his face, the corded muscles in his neck tight with restraint. The distant sound of the wedding band playing a cheerful tune was a bizarre soundtrack to this act of pure debauchery. His hips gave a slight, involuntary thrust and he groaned again, low and deep. “Better than any fucking wedding cake.” Before I could proc
Delilah’s POV The champagne flute felt cool and slippery in my hand, a stark contrast to the sudden, searing heat that flared across my cheeks. Aunt Vivian was mid-sentence, regaling me with a story about her prize-winning roses, but her words blurred into a distant hum. The vibration against my thigh was a silent, seismic event. I knew. Even before I discreetly slid my clutch onto my lap and peeked inside, I knew it was him. The screen glowed: Thorne. >Come upstairs. Now. My heart skipped so violently it nearly knocked the air out of me. Heat rushed up my neck, memories sparking like wildfire, dark corridors, whispered words, the way his voice rumbled. It had been months since we’d done something reckless, something us, and the prospect of doing it nearly made me lose my mind with desire. Aunt Vivian noticed the faint tremor in my hand. “You alright, sweetheart? You look flushed.” My breath hitched. God. A flood of memories, of his hands, his mouth, the low growl of his v
Delilah’s POV The procession began. The soft murmur of the guests hushed as the bridal party moved down the aisle. Each step felt surreal—the polished wood beneath my heels, the muted smiles of friends and family. I kept my eyes straight ahead, catching fleeting glimpses of Thorne out of the corner of my vision. He gave me another sly look and a tilt of his head that made my stomach drop. I had to bite back a laugh. Finally, it was Naomi’s turn. She walked slowly, radiant even in her nerves, her hand clutching Logan’s. I couldn’t help but smile at how gentle and loving he was, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Relax, you look amazing, but you know that, right?” he whispered, and she bit her lip, trying to hide a grin. “I do, and don’t start with the teasing!” she whispered back, though her cheeks were pink, and I could see the tremble in her lip. Awwnn, they looked so adorable together. As the priest—or officiant, I corrected myself mentally—guided them through the ceremony, I






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