All Chapters of Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Silver and Delilah were curled naked on the wide leather couch, their warm bodies tangled in a lazy, post-orgasm haze, basking in the dim glow of the living room. A half-empty bottle of rich red wine sat on the table beside two glasses. and the low, sultry voice of Annie Lennox filled the air — “I put a spell on you… because you’re mine…” — as a slow, filthy strip tease played on the massive TV screen. The scene unfolding on screen was far dirtier than anything in Fifty Shades of Grey: a woman teasingly peeling off lace while two men stroked themselves, eyes locked on her with raw hunger. Delilah’s head rested on Silver’s chest, her fingers lazily tracing the thick veins around his semi-hard cock. Silver’s hand cupped her ass, squeezing possessively as they watched, the atmosphere thick with arousal and the scent of sex. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the music like a jolt. Delilah looked at the time. 01:35 am. She looked at Silver. “Are you expecting anyone?” “This

“When do you think you’ll be back?” Silver asked, rubbing his tired eyes. He slipped his glasses on and stared at the screen.“We have to be in Milan for another week. Jax insists.”“What the fuck does he want you there for when he knows he can’t fuck you?” His voice rose an octave, and Delilah frowned at the volume.“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I think Emilia’s holding the reins now. She hasn’t let him out of her sight since we got here. Who knows, maybe she threatened him with something. She’s appeared in all his interviews, and he’s been really quiet about everything. She’s making us stay because she has some shopping to do before we leave.”“Oh lord.” Silver groaned. “That pathetic wife of his.”“Let’s not talk about Emilia. Let’s talk about you. How full do your balls feel?” She smiled, and Silver gave her his full attention.“Like I could burst any minute. I don’t want to masturbate—I want your pussy, like really fucking soon.” Silver groaned as pleasure surged through his coc

Armani straightened his suit, wincing. “Clear out his suite tonight,” he ordered the bouncers, his voice thick with pain and venom. “Pack everything and send it to his house. I don’t want any trace of that backstabbing bastard left here by morning.”******An hour later, the suite was a hive of activity. Two cleaners moved efficiently through the luxurious room, boxing up Silver’s belongings—clothes, art supplies, and bottles of expensive liquor. One of the women knelt to wipe broken glass from under the chair and paused.“Mr. Armani, sir?” she called out hesitantly as Armani stepped back into the room to inspect the progress. “There’s a book here. Looks like a journal. It must have fallen during the… disturbance.”Armani’s eyes narrowed. He took the worn leather journal from her hands, thumbing the edge. “I’ll handle it. Finish up and lock the suite when you’re done.”He retreated to his private office on the top floor, nursing a split lip and bruised ribs with a glass of whiskey and

Delilah sat down with elegant grace, crossing her long, toned legs. The movement caused her silk Dior skirt to ride up just enough to reveal the smooth, sun-kissed skin of her thighs. Armani’s gaze dropped immediately and lingered there, dark hunger flashing in his eyes as he drank in the sight.“Hi…” he managed, voice rough.Delilah leaned forward, her voice low and razor-sharp. “You have some nerve dragging me here with vague threats, Armani. If this is your idea of foreplay, it’s pathetic.”Armani smirked, forcing his eyes back up to meet hers. He reached for the bottle of deep red wine and began pouring her a glass with deliberate slowness. “Foreplay? No, ma belle. This is me holding all the cards. Every filthy detail about you and the Romano brothers. The things you let them do to you. The way you beg for it. The way you take them all at once like a greedy little slut. I know everything.”Her eyes flashed with pure anger. “You are nothing but a raving lunatic.”“And yet you’re no

One golden afternoon, an elegant cream envelope arrived at the Silver’s estate. But before the envelope arrived, Delilah’s mind was elsewhere, deep in thoughts. She hadn’t breathed a word to Silver about Armani’s threats. And the memory gnawed at her constantly. Now, as she lounged by the sparkling infinity pool, the massive diamond on her finger caught the sunlight, throwing rainbows rays across her skin. She turned it slowly, lost in thought.What if Armani tells someone else? How the hell did he know about the affair? Jax and Silver would never betray her… so who else knew? She couldn’t risk telling them. One word from her about the blackmail and Armani would disappear forever—Silver and Jax had both the money and the power to make it happen quickly. For the first time in months, Delilah felt trapped by her own web. The same seduction that had drawn the brothers to her now felt like a noose tightening around her throat. Her plan was coming back to slap her in the face when s