《Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

“I belong to myself!” She hit his chest hard, but he didn’t move. “We could've lived happily ever after if you didn’t try to own me. I am not your possession Jax! You found a way to ruin everything. Don’t you just deserve a fucking standing ovation?”From the stairs, Emilia’s voice cut in, the hurt in her voice was audible. “You two are so pathetic. Bickering like animals while I’m lying here bleeding, after you both tried to kill me. You’re both filth.”Delilah turned her head just enough to glance at her, a cold little smile curling her mouth. “Still talking Emilia? If I were you, I’d focus on trying to stay alive till help comes. You look pale and ready to die.”Emilia’s face twisted. “Jax, how can you stand by and watch this happen to me because of your mistress? You almost killed me because of that tramp! If you don’t call the ambulance, and throw her out right now, I swear I’ll—”“You’ll what?” Delilah interrupted. “Cry harder? Call the press? Tell them about your sad little lif

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

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

Jax’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

“What is going on?” Delilah almost shrieked at the wide-open front doors.Cardboard boxes stood stacked like miniature towers across the foyer, and three movers in matching gray overalls shuffled past her, a leather sofa tilting between them.“Mind the wall!” someone shouted.“Mind my painting!” She descended the staircase, champagne in hand, heels clicking against the marble. “And don’t you dare touch my centerpiece. Who ordered this?”Jax stepped inside, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a man with a clipboard trailing him. The moment he saw her, his whole face softened and lit up. “Hey, baby.”She stopped in the middle of the chaos. “Hey. Are you going on a trip?”“No.” He took the clipboard from the man behind him.“Then what is all this?” She leaned toward the nearest box, slowly reading the labels.He signed without looking, handed the clipboard back to the nearest mover, and crossed the foyer in three long strides. He stopped close enough that she could smell the faint trace of his