♕—Delilah I glared into his eyes, refusing to back down. "Asshole!" I repeated on his face. A satanic expression crossed his face as if he wanted me to say it again. I hesitated, not sure if he was extremely angry, turned on, or amused. I struggled underneath him and tried to pull my hands out of his grip. His voice was a sexy growl as he said. "Careful, princess, don't pick a fight you know you won't win..." Even though his presence over me was overwhelming but I still managed to come up with a comeback. "Right, Lorenzo, you must feel so powerful, picking a fight with your helpless captive, whose physical strength is nothing compared to you." A devilish glint sparkled in his eyes, and a lopsided faint smile tugged at his lips. My eyes darted all over his beautifully scarred face, I have no idea why I found this man so attractive, something must be seriously wrong with me. I was going all Stockholmy with my kidnapper. "You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" he asked, lean
♞—Lorenzo I could still taste her on my fucking tongue. I rolled the agitation off my shoulders. The stupid TV show still played on the screen, she had fucking run away as if I had burned her with my touch. I got off the couch and turned the TV off, I went up to the bedroom and Delilah lay on the bed, shrouded in the sheets, her golden hair glowing in the dark, her back facing me. I know she wasn't asleep, she couldn't be, it had only been ten minutes when I had my face buried in her pussy. My gaze swept down her body the length of her body, and I realized just how beautiful she was. She was the stuff of legends; too perfect to be real. Something a man like me could never deserve, something that was too pure and beautiful for my blood-stained and rough hands. I got into bed behind her and tried to stay away from her as much as possible. This woman had come into my life uninvited and was spreading everywhere, she was everywhere in my home, she was all over my mind and the desire
♕—Delilah "How can you take something that was never even there?! I'm not a virgin, Lorenzo, I lost it a long time ago, way before you even kidnapped me!" I said to him, watching as a slight frown appeared between his brows. When he didn't say anything so, I continued. "He will kill me, he doesn't love me, he doesn't even like me. I'm just another blonde in his collection of dead wives and it scares me. The moment he will know that I'm not what he thought I was, he'll make it even more painful for me," tears rolled down my cheeks but I wasn't embarrassed by them anymore, I wasn't embarrassed to show my weakness in front of Lorenzo. Lorenzo just watched me, not saying a word, his face blank, emotionless, cold. "I can't go back to him... that's why I ran from my wedding, I wasn't running away from you or your men, I was running away from my own father and the man who was waiting for me at the altar.""Who?" Lorenzo asked, and I stilled, looking at him with questioning, blurry eyes.
♕—Delilah This morning was different than usual, even though I was confided in his mansion's walls and still wore the collar around my neck, I felt a little free. Because knowing that I won't be going back to Alexander was a relief. A terrible weight lifted off my chest, now all I need is to make sure that I don't give Lorenzo a reason to doubt me or my intentions. Lorenzo again spent the night out of the house, I don't know where he goes but he always comes back in the morning and takes a shower before taking a nap in another room. An uneasy feeling burned through my chest, what if he spent the night with some woman? I told him to not bring another woman home and he hadn't but he usually disappears at night, doing god knows what or who... Reyna and her smug, stupid face crossed my mind. I shook my head and decided to take a tour of the house. I have never really seen any other room than Lorenzo's and the one he had first kept me in and the kitchen. The upper part of the house wa
♕—Delilah I stepped out of the car and shivered at his words. Lorenzo slammed the car door from his side and I flinched at the sound. I walked toward the house and I heard his heavy footsteps behind me. My heart pounded in my chest as I could feel Lorenzo nearing behind me. I stepped up the front stoop and his hot, heavy hand landed on my lower back. A shudder rolled through my body as he tugged me straight in the direction of the bedroom. He hadn't said a word after he told me that there was no power on earth that could take me away from him. He was so sure of himself as he said those words, a sense of fear spread through my body. He wasn't going to make this easier on me.We entered the bedroom and he slammed the door shut, I took off the ballet flats that I was wearing. The second I was done, Lorenzo grabbed my waist and pulled my front to his chest. "Where is my thank you, princess?" he whispered, making my insides clench. I inhaled sharply, biting my lower lip. "For what?" "
♕—Delilah Lorenzo hadn't come home in three days, I don't know where he is, I don't know how he is. If he died or something. I have no way to contact anyone on the outside.I stood in front of the front door, trying to look outside the gates. The security lasers were on, so there was no way I could anywhere. I was trapped in the mansion, a prisoner in this gilded cage. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I was completely at his mercy. If he doesn't come back, I don't know what I'll do. I went back inside and started cooking dinner, I have been making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for two every single day. I hoped that tonight the dinner won't go to waste and Lorenzo actually shows up. My breath got caught somewhere in my chest as I remembered the last night we spent together, how he had taken my mouth savagely without any concern for my poor throat. I have never experienced anything like that before, how can something be so brutal and yet so pleasurable? I had no idea that you c
♕—Delilah "Come with me..." Lorenzo said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. I stood up immediately and followed him out of the bedroom. He walked to one of the corner rooms that is always locked and unlocked it. He entered the dark room and for a second, I contemplated if I should follow him in or not. I rolled my eyes, I have been living with this man for a month now, and I have been sleeping with him in the same bed at night. I don't know why I was still a little afraid of him. Shaking my head, I stepped inside and Lorenzo locked the door behind us. A second later, the room illuminated and my eyes roamed around instantly. It was a European-style study, dimly lit and cozy. There was a dark wooden bookcase lining the entire right wall, a leather couch with a fur rug over the back and a knit blanket draped over one of its arms. The far wall has a huge fireplace and mantle ruling the middle, with shelves lining it on one or the other side. Above the mantle were an antique cl
Lorenzo — Eight Years Old. He hugged, his little brother Rocco closer to him as they both hid in the closet, watching their father throwing stuff around and shouting at their mother. Lorenzo winced every time his father would slap, punch or throw his mother around. Tears dropped to the floor as he watched them through the narrow slits of the cupboard door. He had covered his little brother's eyes, hiding the pain, violence, and abuse from him. His father had come home in a bad mood. His mother had shoved both of them into the closet hiding them from their father. Lorenzo watched as his mother tried to defend herself but she was too powerless against the brutal man—he called his papa. "Why is mamma crying?" Rocco—who was just a five-year-old—asked his older brother. Lorenzo was tongue-tied, being a kid himself he had no idea how to answer that question. Rocco raised his hands and wiped his older brother's eyes. "Don't cry..." his little brother tried to console him.Lorenzo nodd