Delilah Dagger Nude Novels & Stories

And he also knew how much this could hurt his mate. Delilah... Delilah who was promised to another Alfa. Could she be in love with him? That would make things much harder for our bonding and for Marte. Shit. I could already feel his jealousy. As long as she was a minor, I wouldn't feel our bond, but something told me I would be as jealous as my wolf was. This was seriously bad news.

I placed the glass of water beside her and said, "Mrs. Montenegro was concerned about you, miss. She wanted me to bring you some water." Riezel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again. But then, to my surprise, she reached out and grasped my arm. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" she said, her voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Riezel's eyes were pleading, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. "My name is Delilah, miss." I said, trying to sound neutral. Riezel's grip on my arm tightened. "I've noticed the way Raphael looks at you, Delilah. He seems to trust you, to value your opinion. And I was wondering...could you help me get closer to him?"

“Okay, Miss Modesty. What exactly are you going for?” “Elegant but not over-the-top. Eye-catching, but not desperate,” I said, trailing my fingers along the racks. “I need to look like I belong there, but also like I’m someone worth noticing.” “Got it. You want irresistible mystery,” Lilian said with a grin. She flicked through hangers, then froze, pulling out a black dress. “This.” I stared at it. The material shimmered subtly, clinging to curves I usually tried to hide. It had a high slit, a plunging neckline, and an undeniable edge. “It’s… a lot.”

One hand held the back of my head while the other dragged my panties down my thighs… slowly, like he wanted to hear the way my breath hitched with the movement. Now, I was bare, exposed to his gaze, his demanding touch. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my exposed pussy pressed against his erection through the fabric of his trousers. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. “Are you ready for this, Delilah?” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his eyes dark with unbridled passion. It wasn't a question, but a challenge. He was giving me one last chance to pull back, to protest.

“It was… good.” Delilah narrowed her eyes, not buying it. “Good? That’s it? Girl, you were gone all night, showed up this morning in yesterday’s hoodie, and you’re walking like you just left a yoga retreat and a warzone at the same time. You better cough up some details.” I rolled my eyes, laughing softly. “Fine. It was better than good.” Her eyes lit up, and she let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god. Did he do stuff like Christian Grey?”

"You haven't seen anything yet." I scooped her up by the waist and carried her to the bedroom next door, tossed her onto the bed, and pulled off her nightgown from behind—already a crumpled mess. There she lay, like a silvery-white fish spread out on a cutting board. After all, Delilah was no inexperienced girl. Instead of covering her bare, exposed breasts, she reached for my waistband. Her breath caught. The wanton heat on her face looked ready to drip, and even her voice turned syrupy thick. "How are you even built… bigger than a… that's over eight inches, isn't it?"

James then came closer and whispered seductively. "Put the lingerie under your dress. I don't know where to do it yet." Delilah's breath was almost gone. She was choking hard and had to nod anxiously. James took off his grip on Delilah and watched his girl until she got into the room. Half an hour later, Delilah was wearing the lingerie corset with a garter she had bought along with her baby doll and kimono lingerie. She was staring in the mirror and then slid the knife into one of the garters on her thigh.

Delilah locked eyes with Lucian, a seductive gaze that sent a shiver down his spine, and a titillating smirk that fueled his longing. In one rapid motion, she tore his pants clean off his body and began rubbing her sensitive nub up and down his hard, thick length, aching for the pleasure it would bring. As she used his shaft to pleasure herself, her grasp tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Delilah surrendered to the sensations, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, and capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, savoring every moment of satisfaction.

"Because of this, I want him dead. His lungs and intestines... out on the floor." Without missing a beat, Delilah opened her large black book. She began scribbling down Gaga’s words, her face calm as she wrote, lungs and intestines cut out. Delilah looked up briefly. "What else?" Gaga lowered the tissue, her face hardening. "The eyes. The ones he uses to gaze at those women... I want them gouged out too." Delilah gave a small nod and added that to her notes, her pen gliding smoothly over the paper.

Delila inquires, her voice filled with concern, and I shake my head. "I'm never going to drink again!" I groan, and Delila chuckles. "You had a terrific time last night." "What do you think?" With a sigh, I roll onto my back and lie down on the bed. When I shift my leg to get a bit more comfortable, the ache between my legs runs throughout my body, making me grimace. When I open my eyes, I find Delila staring at me with wide eyes. I look down to see what is she staring at. And I find my naked body and the valley of my breasts peeking out from under the blanket. I watch, as with her nose in the air, Delila smells the room and she looks as if she has cracked the case.