All Chapters of Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

“How did this happen?!” Silver asked, the shock still raw on his chiseled face, his silver-streaked hair disheveled from our earlier passion.“Did you plan this?” Jax turned to me, eyes blazing with accusation. “You fucked him because he’s my brother?!”“No, I had no idea he was a Romano. We all know him as ‘Silver the Jackal’ in the club,” I defended, my voice trembling just enough to betray the lingering heat still pulsing through me. I ached for their touch.Both of them.“Stop blaming her, Jax,” Silver growled, throwing a dark glare at his brother.“If I had known you guys were brothers, I wouldn’t have fucked you or even brought you here to kiss. I promise, Jax.”“It’s okay, sweetie, relax,” Silver murmured, pulling me into a slow, possessive embrace. His bare chest pressed against my half-exposed breasts, the warmth of his skin sending a fresh shiver down my spine.Two sharp knocks echoed before the door swung open, releasing a faint wave of sex sounds across from the hall.“Is

JAX ROMANO The city streets blurred past my tinted windows as I drove home after the orgy. Each red light felt like an accusation and every stop was mocking pause that let my thoughts brew. Emilia. My wife, my anchor who’d stood by me for years, waited at home, probably in that silk nightgown that hugged her sweet figure, oblivious to the double life I led. But all I could see was Delilah: her full lips stretched around my cock, her pussy gripping me like she took her kegel exercises damn serious, while Silver, my goddamn brother, fucked her mouth. Brothers sharing a woman. What the hell had I become? Why did I let that reckless Silver drag me into this? Delilah was mine alone. Mine! I slammed the car door seething with silent fury, the echo sharp in the quiet garage. Emilia met me in the foyer, her dark hair cascading over shoulders, blue eyes soft with concern. “Long night, honey?” she asked, pressing a kiss to my lips. Her usual vanilla

Gently, I pushed Armani’s hand out my hair and he sighed heavily. “Mon amour, I know you think the life I give you is not enough, because you’re chasing something you think the Romano brothers can give you. Power. Danger. Intrigue. And a throne next to them in their world.” He laughed, low and bitter. “But they’ll use you, Delilah. They use everyone.”I stepped back out of his reach, not wanting to indulge him, and walked toward the bedroom where the rest of my luggage waited. Armani moved without hesitation.He followed me into the bedroom like a panther stalking something it already considered his. The master suite was all floor-to-ceiling windows and muted grays, the queen sized bed unmade from the night before.Two more open trunks sat on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. One held evening gowns; Versace, Elie Saab, feathers and crystals. The other held my sex toys: cuffs lined in sable, a diamond-encrusted paddle, bottles of lubricant that cost more than most regular people’s r