Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Phones continued recording, murmurs spreading like wildfire.
Armani stood frozen, breathing hard, his face burning with humiliation and uncontrollable lust. The whispers grew louder around him. “Did you hear what he said?” “She turned him down hard.” “That’s going viral…”
But he didn’t care, all he could think about was chasing after her, dragging her back by that expensive dress, bending her over the table, and fucking her raw in front of every staring person until she screamed his name instead of the Romano brothers.
As Delilah disappeared through the doors, the fantasy twisted into something darker. She was no longer just the woman he desired. She had become his enemy—one he would break,