All Chapters of Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“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 t

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 scent and warmth should

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’

Silver watched me, heat filled his hooded eyes. “You glow when you smile,” he murmured, his voice was low and rough.I laughed, nervous but flattered, my core already warming up. And while the woman walked away, my eyes lingered on her. “It’s incredible, all of it. You turned people into… masterpieces.”“That’s the point,” he replied, stepping closer, his body heat enveloping me. “Art isn’t on canvas tonight. It’s about breathing, feeling and experiencing.”As I stood dumbfounded, struck with his beauty and elegance, Silver smiled and held my hand, before leading and introducing me to the other art pieces.While the night deepened, guests soon responded in kind. Clothes fell away completely, discarded like discarded like trash on the floor. Naked bodies gleamed under the lights. Someone started body-painting another, brushes and fingers began dipping into pots of metallic paint, turning shoulders, backs, breasts into swirling extensions of the exhibition. Moans began to mix with the

The room had become a fucking inferno of sweat-soaked bodies and raw, animalistic lust, but Silver’s eyes locked onto Marco like he was his personal fucktoy. Marco, that bronzed Italian hunk with his rock-hard abs and thick cock, slurping on Silver’s dick which was glistening from earlier, was on all fours on the cushions, ass up high like a filthy slut, begging for it. Silver knelt behind him, his own massive dick throbbing, veined and slick with Marco’s spit from their oral debauchery, with a bit of lube. In Marco’s tight asshole, a black vibrating plug buzzed faintly, its remote clutched in Silver’s hand like a weapon of pleasure. “Fuck, Marco, your ass is so greedy for this,” Silver growled, pressing a button on the remote to crank the vibration up a notch. Marco’s body jerked, his hole clenching around the plug as it vibrated deeper into his anal hole. “You love having that dirty little toy stuffing your hole while I get ready to pound you raw, don’t you?” Silver st