Taboo James Delaney Novels & Stories

"I was thinking about ordering some pizza for dinner, does that sound good to you two?" My eyes roam across Gavin's sexy body before, nodding my head. "Yeah. Pizza sounds good to me." Grant nods his head in agreement. "Yep Dad sounds good to me." "I know Grant likes meat lovers and supreme. What kind do you like Naudia?" Gavin asks and I smile at him. "Meat lovers sounds good to me. I love meat." Gavin's jaw tenses and his eye scan over my body, briefly stopping on my chest, before quickly lifting them. "Meat lovers it is. I'll order it real quick."

Next. The second name made my stomach clench a little. Bane Killian. Now that was a name that sounded like money and power. He was older, in his forties, with sharp, handsome features and a cold smile. A proper business tycoon. But a few more clicks told the real story. There were articles, not about his mergers, but about his mergers and the models on his arm. A whole series of them. “Notorious playboy,” one headline read. “Heartbreaker Bane strikes again.”

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.

"And I am fully intended to make you faint" ------- Tabby

Life was beautiful with the people they loved. ---- Tabby

“Uhmm...Good. But not as good as your fingers… You really live up to the words written about you.” Kai’s smirk deepened, voice low and deliberate. “You even read about me as a casual listener?” He paused, eyes glinting. “Or worse… write about me?” Lila’s breath caught, panic flashing through her but she quickly recovered, acting proud. “Like I said Kai, I’m not one of your delulu fans.” Kai leaned forward slightly, voice dropping. “Well you might be now, after dripping around my fingers, trembling and screaming my name. Lots of ladies would die to experience that."

What I was about to do was a taboo, a first lady shouldn't be seen with a hooligan as James. James Roberts is one of the most dangerous men in the United States, wanted for various crimes. Its still a mystery he hasn't been caught. Not only is he smart, but also very devious. A tall lean man with heavy beards and stormy blue eyes, he could have been one of the most handsome men in the country except for his dark heart and the only thing;James Roberts was a killer. We went to school together but we weren't really close until he dropped out along the way and I never heard from him until I searched him up and found him.

I’m going to bend you over a balcony railing and fuck you from behind while the whole city watches. I’m going to make you ‘accidentally’ brush your hand against my crotch under the table during dinner. I’m going to make you come in the middle of a crowded dance floor, your body shaking, your face a mask of pleasure, while everyone watches. By the time the night of the gala arrived, Emma was a nervous wreck. She was also so turned on she could barely think straight, her body a live wire of nervous energy and desperate, aching need. She got ready at her apartment, her hands shaking as she slipped on the dress. She looked in the mirror, and she was a vision. A beautiful, dangerous, and utterly

For a brief second, I looked from one man to another, my pulse racing as anticipation settled heavily over the room. This was the moment I had been waiting for. “Fuck,” Enzo and Adrian groaned together as they stroked themselves faster. “Keep your mouth wide open,” Damien instructed. I obeyed, lifting my chin while watching them. Before I could think, they all reached their climax and burst their seed across my face. “Hmm…” Adrian moaned as he came, his breathing turning ragged. I slowly licked across my lips and released a deep sigh, tasting what remained before wiping the rest from my cheek with the back of my hand.

He simply picks up the tablet again and returns to the files on Viktor Lang, as if he had just canceled a magazine subscription. I look at Declan. The Irish mafia boss is watching the American architect with a mixture of visceral revulsion and tactical recognition. Declan knows how difficult it is to clean up a crime scene. He knows how many bribes, how many threats, and how many bodies are needed to erase a shootout. Harvey erased an armed invasion of St. Patrick’s Cathedral with a two-minute phone call. “‘Severe nervous breakdown’?” Declan repeats, his voice dripping venom. “‘Mental fragility’? You turned her into a madwoman for the newspapers.”