Todos os capítulos de Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Silver’s hips slammed hard into Jax’s ass, his thick cock stretching his brother open with every brutal thrust. The wet smack of skin slapping skin echoed through the studio. Jax was laid out flat on the canvass, gripping Silver’s thighs for anchor, knuckles white, moaning like a whore, as Silver fucked him with long, punishing strokes.“Fuck—yes, right there,” Jax groaned in a lust filled voice, pushing back to meet every stroke. “Pound me harder, Silver. I want to feel you for days.”Silver gripped Jax’s hips, fingers digging in hard and bruising his skin. Jax didn’t care if Emilia would wonder how those bruises came about. Sweat ran down his chest onto Jax’s stomach “You love this, don’t you? Taking your own brother’s dick like a dirty cumslut. Greedy slut.”“I do, fuck yeah… I love how you fuck me.”“Your hole is sucking me in so fucking tight.” Silver praised, stroking Jax’s cock faster now. Jax’s cries and moans filled the room.Delilah circled and moved around them, camera in

Jax let out a long, tired sigh as the last model strutted out of the fitting room, the studio door clicking shut behind her. He rolled his shoulders, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt, the fabric sticking slightly to his skin from the long day. His mind drifted to that absurd, expensive painting he’d had Silver deliver to the house earlier.When Emilia had stared at the chaotic canvas hanging in their bedroom and asked, “Baby, why the hell did you buy this ugly, confusing shit?” he’d pulled her close, kissed her forehead, and lied smoothly, “It’s an investment in modern art, sweetheart. You’ll come to like it, you’ll see.” She’d rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, buying the flimsy excuse like she always did.He reached for the phone on his desk to call Delilah into his office when his eyes landed on it: a single, juicy chunk of pineapple sitting right in the center of his desk like a filthy little invitation.A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. That sne

She tried to keep her voice light. “Hey… rough day?”“You smell like Jax’s fucking cologne and cum. He bent you over that desk again while you became his slut, didn’t he?”Delilah froze for half a second, then sighed and set her bag down. “Silver, I don’t know what the heck is wrong with you, but … we need to talk.”He laughed bitterly, a harsh sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Talk? Yeah, let’s fucking talk. You let my brother fill your cunt with his load every chance he gets. And me, what do I get? Nothing!”“Don’t start with me, Silver. You’re sharing me with your brother, we made that clear already” she said, sat down and crossed her legs.“But why does he get to have you all the damn time?!” Silver yelled and slammed his glass on the table.Delilah peered deeply at him and rolled her eyes. “You’re drunk. That’s wrong with you. Do you want to tell me what the matter is?”“Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely, nothing is wrong with me. But let’s talk about your job”Delilah frowned delica

Morning light spilled across the penthouse kitchen, catching on the glossy pages of the fashion magazine Jax had slammed onto the marble island. The headline read: “Silver Romano Ends High-Profile Romance with Francia Harrington– Artist Cites ‘Irreconcilable Differences’ and Desire for Creative Freedom.”Jax stared at the words, jaw clenched, coffee mug gripped so tightly his knuckles paled. Emilia moved behind him, humming softly as she plated his breakfast—eggs Benedict with hollandaise, crisp bacon, and fresh fruit. Emilia slid the plate in front of him with a gentle smile, but her eyes narrowed when she noticed his seething expression.“Jax?” she said softly, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “You’ve been staring at that magazine like it personally insulted your mother. What’s going on?”He didn’t look up immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of coffee, jaw tight. “Silver and Francia broke up.” he muttered, voice low and edged with something darker than mere disappointment.Em

Delilah pulled back from Silver just enough to meet Emilia’s gaze with a cool, victorious smile. “Careful with the hate, Emilia. You’re starting to turn green.” Jax staggered to his feet, hei Sheila body dripping wine, eyes blazing with a toxic mix of jealousy, rage, and raw lust. “Silver—what the fuck are you doing?” Silver turned, arm still around Delilah’s waist, protective and smug. “Proposing to the woman I love. Something wrong with that, brother?” Jax took a shaky step forward, but two guests steadied him. “This is all too sudden. You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Oh, I think I do,” Silver replied smoothly, voice laced with double meaning. “I’ve never been more sure.” The tension crackled. Delilah leaned into Silver, her body language screaming ‘have all of me.’ But beneath the triumph, her pulse raced for different reasons. Jax’s dark stare promised delicious consequences. The party stopped. Conversations died mid-sentence as heads turned between both brothers. Th