Delilah Rage Nude Novels & Stories

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

She was excited to know, hopping over a large puddle of rainwater. "That, why I'm being talkative to someone as talkative as you." How could he? Delilah rolled her eyes. She folded her arms on her chest and huffed loud enough to be heard by him. She did it to let him know how rude he was. She wasn't thinking of hiding it. "And you're the rudest person I've come across," she answered, not being afraid of his reaction. A group of young guys was coming from the opposite side and Delilah didn't take note of them, not finding them interesting enough to look at them. However, the man beside her did.

Damian was lying on his back, eyes tightly shut, one leg bent to form a triangle. His left hand rested behind his head, while he stroked himself hard in a vertical motion with his right in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His body was glorious in its rawness, each muscle catching the low light in waves of bronze and shadow. His mouth hung open, letting out the most guttural, erotic groans I’d heard in a long time.

The screen brightened, and there she was — Delilah, standing on a club stage, a shot glass in hand, screaming over the now-silent crowd. “…Calix King is a liar!” My heart stopped. She was drunk, swaying unsteadily. Her hair, once elegantly pinned, was flying around her flushed, tear-stained face. “His family!” she shrieked, waving her hand wildly, almost hitting someone. “They’re all full of shit! They think they can buy anything! Anyone! Including me! Well, screw them!” People were recording. Laughing. Cheering. Booing. The camera shook as she threw her glass and tried to climb down.

A white see through nightie that gave me a proper view of her perfect round breasts. Jesus fucking Christ. My shoulder tensed as I stared at her, what the fuck was she thinking by wearing something as sexy as that to bed? Suddenly I heard a clearing of throat making me snap back to reality. I looked up at a flushed Delilah as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me, but that move only gave me a more perfect view of her. “The least you could do is respect a woman's privacy by not looking at her like you want to eat her up.”

The tension was unbearable. The rain had started earlier that morning, steady at first but then turning heavier, slamming against the windows of the studio. The sound filled the silence that stretched between Damien and Lena as she sat there on the cushioned chair, fully nude, her legs parted in the way he had asked, her body trembling slightly from the weight of his eyes.

Her pain started again. "Did my soul have such courage?" He was now slowly moving in and out. His eyes matched. Grasis grabbed his nipple and pressed it hard. He was now slowly moving in and out. She shut her eyes. Grasis grabbed her n****e and pressed it hard, "Who gave you permission to close your eyes?" She was in agony. Her n*****s were red. Her hands were tied and her legs were getting cold from the pain.

When she saw Liam beside her, she quickly schooled her expression and threw herself into his arms. “Honey, I may not come from a good background, but I was a virgin when I got together with you.” She began to cry softly. “What she said is deeply humiliating!” Liam’s expression darkened with rage. Veins stood out on his neck as he tossed the bouquet of roses in my face. “Serena, how can you say something so vulgar? You’ve changed! “She’s the mother of my child. I won’t let you insult her!” The thorns on the roses left tiny scratches all over my face. They oozed with beads of blood.

The pit roared. ‎Hands tore at her. Groped. Beat. Clawed. Ripped. ‎Her screams were not noble. They were horrific. ‎Bones cracked. Skin split. Laughter and sobs blurred together in a nightmare. ‎Kane turned Leo’s chair around. ‎ ‎As they wheeled out, Delilah’s last shred of pride was shredded behind them. ‎And just before they passed through the final archway… ‎Kane paused. ‎Glanced back.

Just smooth skin, dark nipples tight with anticipation, and a glint in her eyes that belonged more to a serpent than a saint. “You want to know my sin this week?” she murmured, crawling onto his lap like a temptation from Proverbs. “I touched myself. In this very booth.” He gritted his teeth. “Delilah—” “I knelt,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Right where you’re sitting. I prayed while I rubbed my clit. I moaned your name, Pastor.” His hands clutched her waist, trembling with restraint. “You’re going to destroy me.”