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69: Need Some Freedom Too.
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Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 71: On My Way To China.
Delilah's POV The door creaked open, and my eyes widened as Thorne walked in. His tall frame filled the doorway, shadow stretching across the floor, his dark eyes locking on me immediately. I sighed out in relief— it wasn't someone else.Why is he here?The bag hung limply in my hands now.He shut the door behind him with a soft click, the sound final, sealing me in with him. Letting me know this is definitely going to happen.“So you listened,” he drawled, his gaze sliding down my body until it landed between my trembling thighs. “I wasn’t sure you had the courage.”He lifted me up easily, dropping me on the smooth counter. As if I were some delicate little thang. I tried to close my legs, but ge saw it coming as his hand landed ruthlessly on my knee, forcing them open again. My pulse raced as he stepped closer, towering over me.“You wanted this,” he smiled handsomely.And I just realized in that moment that I'd do anything he'd wanted me to.And also realized how stupid that wou
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 70: Her Wildest Temptation.
Delilah’s POV I couldn’t believe I was doing this. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I pulled up closer to the small brick building glowing neon red at the edges. Velvet Secrets. The letters flashed with every flicker, mocking me, reminding me of what I had become—what he had turned me into. I had arrived nearly an hour ago, circling the block, undecided. I didn’t know if I could go through with it. But now, finally, I had made up my mind. A sex shop. God. I never thought I would set foot in one, not in a thousand years. Not me—the careful, proper wife who used to blush if a man so much as whispered something indecent. But Thorne… Thorne had ravaged me in the worst way possible. He had ripped through every ounce of self-control I thought I had, every boundary, every rule. And now here I was, sitting in front of Velvet Secrets with my pulse pounding, knowing I would be gone for a while and couldn’t leave empty-handed. The memory of his hands, his mouth, his brutal
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 69: Need Some Freedom Too.
Naomi's POV My dad had dragged me from Dean's house and shoved me into the car in rage. This has got to be the worst night of my life. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, heart pounding against my ribs. I should’ve stayed hidden like Dean told me to. I should’ve listened. But no—stupid, reckless me had to come out, holding that damn picture like a weapon. And now…Now my dad knew. Now he knew I could lie to him. That I was probably shoving my tongue into Dean's hot mouth. Because if I wasn't, I'd have told him where I was.Why didn't Dean tell me he was coming? Did he even know?I turned to my father, watching as his jaw ticked, every muscle in his face tight. He hadn’t said a word since we left Dean’s place. The silence was killing me, thick and suffocating, like I was drowning in it.Finally, his deathly voice echoed.“You lied to me.”I jumped, breath catching. His voice wasn’t raised, but it was worse that way. “Dad, I—I’m sorry—”“Don’t.” His eyes stayed locked on the road, but
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 68: Exposed.
Naomi’s POVBy the time I made it to Dean’s house, the rain had turned into that steady, soft drizzle that clung to everything. My hair was damp and my jacket heavier than it should’ve been because of the rain.For a split second I wondered if I was insane for showing up here without warning. Maybe I was – who knows? But I couldn't stop myself. I took a deep breath, and knocked, and a few seconds later the door swung open.Dean stood there, framed by the warm glow of his living room light, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on me. He looked… frazzled, though he tried to hide it.I swallowed slowly.“Naomi,” he said slowly, in a wary voice. “What are you doing here?”I hugged myself, not because of the chill but because of the way his gaze pinned me. “It’s raining. And I… I didn’t feel like going home yet.”He exhaled sharply through his nose, like he was weighing all the reasons I shouldn’t be here. But he stepped aside anyway. “Come in
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 67: Plain Stupidity?
Delilah’s POVI should’ve still been reeling from Aunt Vivian’s words. Marcella… about Thorne… But all I could focus on was the man across the room, tugging his shirt over his head after finishing his call. Since he was dressing, I knew what would happen next .He's not fucking me again. I sighed out, disappointed.And it was stupid, so fucking stupid, but even with my aunt’s voice echoing in my head, all I wanted was him inside me again.His words from earlier looped in my mind like a dirty mantra: Because I’m fucking you again. God help me, I wanted it. I stood up, trying to hide my disappointment.“Where do you think you’re going?” Thorne asked suddenly, catching me pulling on a robe.I forced my voice to steady. “China. Not now, I mean. But I'll be going tomorrow. My aunt called. She… she needs me.”His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”I looked down, fumbling with the tie of my robe. “It’s nothing urgent. Just family stuff.” A lie. Shit, my pulse thundered with it. How would I t
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 66: A Warning.
General POV He slammed into her brutally, the bed protesting beneath them as her body arched, every thrust knocking the reason out of her head. When he found that devastating spot again, her cry tore out of her throat. It was primal and broken, a sound she didn’t know she could make. It ripped through the room like a wild animal finally loosed from its cage.Her body was shaking, unraveling, as though he wasn’t just inside her but rewriting her from the inside out.Thorne drove into her without mercy, ruthlessly, forcing her to take him again and again, until she was nothing but heat, sweat, and his name clawing at the back of her tongue. It's as if he's trying to establish that she's his and his alone and that she's crazy for ever trying to think otherwise or doubt him.Every punishing stroke dragged her deeper under, pulling her into a place where pain bled into pleasure and pleasure became destruction. It was an endless tide crashing through her, drowning her in him.She was gone
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