All Chapters of DELIGHT ME: UNFORGETTABLE STORIES : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena’s pov“Welcome home,” I said to the empty hallway as I pushed the front door shut behind me.The sun was already dropping low, painting the quiet rooms in long orange streaks. I stood there in the dress that still stuck to the insides of my thighs, Marcus’s come dried in sticky patches on my skin, and felt like a stranger who had broken into someone else’s life. The house smelled the same coffee from the morning, the faint lemon cleaner I had used yesterday but nothing about it felt like mine anymore.I dropped my keys on the table by the door and walked through the rooms without turning on the lights. Living room. Kitchen. The hallway where David’s jacket still hung. Every step made the soreness between my legs throb. I was still swollen, still open, still leaking the last of what Marcus had left inside me. When I reached the bathroom I finally stripped the dress off and stood naked in front of the mirror under the harsh light.Bruises marked my hips in the shape of his finger

Ella’s povThe bass thumped through my wet dress as I pushed up to the bar and slapped money down. Tequila. Straight. No salt, no lime, just the burn. The bartender lined up three shots and I knocked the first one back before he finished pouring the third. Heat slid down my throat and settled low in my stomach right next to the empty ache Dav left. I took the second shot slower and let it sit on my tongue. The third went down easy. My head already felt lighter and my cunt still throbbed from the rain and the fight.I ordered two more. A tall guy slid into the space beside me while the bartender poured. Broad shoulders, dark hair and eyes that looked like they already knew what I needed. He smelled clean under the club sweat.“Those for sharing or are you trying to forget somebody,” he said.I turned and looked him up and down. “Both. You buy the next round or just talk.”He grinned and waved the bartender over. “Two more for the lady and whatever she is having. Mark.”“Ella. And I a

Ella’s povMark would not let me rest. He was still half hard against my thigh when he sat up and looked at me with that same hungry grin from the club.“Get dressed. We are going to my parents house right now. I want them to meet my new girlfriend tonight.”I laughed at first because it sounded crazy. “It is the middle of the night. They will think we are insane.”“I do not care. Put the dress back on. No panties again. I want you still full of me when you walk in.”The idea sent a dirty thrill straight through my sore cunt. Cum still leaked, slowing down my thighs every time I moved. I slid the tight black dress over my sticky skin and felt it cling. Mark watched me the whole time stroking himself once before tucking his cock away.We took another cab. His hand stayed under my dress the entire ride, fingers sliding through the mess he left inside me. I spread my legs wider and let him play while the city lights blurred past.“You are still so fucking wet,” he muttered. “My parents

Theo’s pov“Theo, are you up yet or still pretending that bed has you locked down?” Vanessa’s voice floated from the kitchen, light and teasing, the kind that always made the house feel smaller somehow. I pushed myself up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and padded out in just my sweatpants. The place was too big with Dad gone for the weekend on that business trip, quiet enough that every little sound carried. She stood at the stove in that short silk robe of hers, the hem riding high on her thighs while she stirred something that smelled like eggs and butter and her usual perfume mixed in.“Yeah, I’m up,” I said, leaning against the doorway. “Didn’t think you’d be cooking. Figured you’d sleep in with him out of town.”She glanced over her shoulder and smiled, the robe gaping a little at the top when she turned. “Somebody has to feed you. Sit. It’s almost ready.” Her eyes flicked down for half a second then back up, easy, like she hadn’t just checked me out. I dropped into a chai

Theo’s pov“Help me put these away before the cold stuff goes bad,” Vanessa said, dropping the grocery bags on the kitchen island and already pulling out the milk and eggs. The short dress from the car ride still clung to her hips and every time she bent to reach a lower cabinet the hem climbed the back of her thighs. I set my own bags down and started unloading next to her, close enough that our arms kept brushing.“You always buy this much when Dad’s gone?” I asked, handing her the bread.“Habit. An empty fridge feels worse than an empty house.” She took the loaf and her fingers slid across mine longer than they needed to. Neither of us pulled back right away. The contact was warm and deliberate and my cock noticed before the rest of me did.We moved around each other in the small space between the island and the counters. Ordinary talk about nothing, how the store was crowded, how the dry cleaning smelled like chemicals, how the afternoon light made the kitchen look bigger than