Delilah Dagger Nude Novels & Stories

"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.

I cried softly, as Ben forced his hands between my legs, forcing fingers across the crack of my vagina. Finn was naked, his rod engorged with blood. And when he looked at us - all I saw was pure lust. "I want to watch him fuck you, Janice." he smirked, one of those smirks he shared with his bestfriend. Then he stepped back into the chair before us, letting Delilah guide him into a sitting position. "So, what now?" Delilah asked. She too was naked, well endowed with more roundish behind than boobs. Her boobs were small but perky.

I couldn't say a word, as I dragged backwards shaking my head, trying to understand what exactly was going on. In a few minutes, I was fully naked, I tried covering my body, but the more I tried, the more it seemed like it wasn't helping matter, I could see the pity on the face of the girls as they all stared back at me. They were obviously not comfortable with Delilah's manners. “Your breast are still firm, Alpha Magnus loves them this way” Delilah said as she fondled my left breast softly while smiling and walking towards one of the maids

"Tell me something. Are you living with your mate?" Delilah felt startled. "M-Mate?" "Yeah." Lily said and eyed her neck. Delilah touched her neck but her eyes widened. She was in her nursing uniform. She was hiding her neck all the time with her hair before wearing the uniform. But now her hair was tied up and her neck was revealed through the nursing cloth. Lily chuckled. "It's okay. It's nothing. You can use my make up." Lily put out a foundation to cover her neck. "Use this."

‎ ‎I groaned, pain shooting through my skull, the world turning black before me. ‎ ‎The man yanked my hair again, forcing me to look up. ‎ ‎“You shameless little bitch, you must’ve used that sly, fox-like face of yours to trap Alexander, huh? Today, I’ll ruin that face of yours and see if Alexander still wants you” ‎ ‎Delilah glared at me, pulling a fruit knife from her pocket. She raised it high and brought it down with vicious intent. ‎ ‎“Ugh!”The sharp pain across my face made me shudder, cold sweat pouring down my forehead.

Pulled the knot loose. The robe fell open. I was wearing a black lace bra. Matching panties. Nothing else. His breath stopped. "Delilah." "Touch me. Under the robe this time. Skin to skin." His hands trembled as they slid inside the silk. Found my bare waist. The contact was electric. Skin on skin. Finally. "You're warm," he said. "I'm turned on." "From this?" "From you." His hands explored. More confident now. Sliding up my sides. Tracing my ribs.

while they took ours. As we were saying our goodbyes.. Delilah was ringing us up.. Renegade apologized a second time to her.. and she told him “If you’re expecting me to apologize for throat punching you.. that ain’t gonna happen. You deserved it. Just because you’re a big bad biker doesn’t mean you have to perpetuate the stereotype.. I’m Delilah Connors... by the way.” He shook her hand.. with a puzzled look on his face. He scrunches his forehead “Delilah.. Delilah.. A unique name.. yet I have heard it twice in the same month.”

I couldn’t see anything with my eyes covered by the silk blindfold, but I could feel the amusement oozing off of him. “Take off your clothes, gattina.” I didn’t hesitate to do what I was told. It was like my body had a mind of its own altogether. I reached back and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the ground. I was left naked in nothing but heels like the last time. “Perfect,” he muttered. Just like before, his words of praise made me feel like a dog with its master dangling a bone in front of it. I give anything to hear him call me perfect again. It was embarrassing, but I had no time to dissect those feelings before he gave more instructions.