DELILAH"M-Marry you?" I whisper, looking at him with my widened eyes, while pushing myself back so that I can avoid our proximity. He is too close to me and we are practically sharing the air to breathe. "Yes, Del, marry me and I'll let your father live," he says, his deep voice as if vibrating my whole entity. He stays like that, close to me and I look at him with anticipation. This is not what I want though. I do not think we are good enough for each other. Besides, he is not a simple citizen. He is not normal like us. He is a Mafia prince. I swallow hard, impatience touching its elevation inside me. I begin twitching due to uncertainty, and nervousness crawling up above me like wicked bugs. "Speak, Del." I did not even realize until now that I was frozen in my position. So much panic was rippling inside me, and he made sure of it. I knew he knew about that, too. He wanted to impose fear inside me from the advent. "Nathaniel," the sense of his name on my tongue, perceives so u
DELILAH"Now, come, we have to leave the place, yeah?" He says gently, stretching out his hand for me. The bonds Maddox enclosed around my wrists were already taken off but the pain remained behind. I could see the purplish smudges on my skin, making me acknowledge the result of those bonds. Even if unwillingness is still breathing inside me, I decided to do as he says. I raise my hand and put it in his hand. He wraps his fingers around my palm with a smile on his lips. He gently pulls me up but the awful pain palpitates into my ankle that makes me whimper. I hurry up to hold his biceps so that I do not collapse, and he wraps his other arm around my waist, saving me from falling back into the chair. I sigh, looking down at his muscular arm that stays on my waist. I swallow hard due to anxiety and nervousness at the same time. His touch puts us so close that my face is just an inch away from his face. He is looking down at me with a smirk on his lips and I have to crane my neck up
DELILAHI reached his house. In Northern Arizona — as he told me in the car, his house was quite big and luxurious. It was a mansion as I beheld it from outside. Huge and beautifully designed. Shiny because of its white texture. The Taj Mahal of India also does not maintain the same shine as it today's day which was in his mansion. I walk behind him, eyeing the huge place curiously. He is holding my hand and leading me upstairs. There is no one here around. The whole place is silent. And even if someone is here, I can't see them at the moment. For now, all I can hear is the sound of his heels hitting the spotless white marble floor. He stops in front of a room and opens the door. He goes inside while I follow him. "This is our room." The word 'our' makes me stiff in my place. I can not help but feel a shiver running up my spine just at the thought of sharing a room with him. I do not want to stay with him in a room. This is obvious! "Our?" I look at him. He nods, raising his brow
DELILAHLying on the left side of the bed, I stare out of the large windows of the room. It is night. The window is closed but seeing the leaves moving outside, it is not difficult to guess that the wind is blowing powerfully outside. I pull the comforter more onto my chest as I snuggle into its softness. I sigh, but my heart is surely beating loudly inside. I am nervous about tomorrow. I just want to see my dad and nothing else. But it is hard to wait till then. Once I meet my father, my restlessness will subside, I know that. And not only about meeting him, but even the talk of my marriage is making me uneasy. I hope our relationship gets better after this. I hope that his over-possessive nature reduces or he learns to control his anger. I just do not want him to beat other people. This is so scary. Suddenly I feel the sinking of the mattress behind me and a wide and cold palm makes its place on my waist. I inhale the strong scent of fresh laundry and body wash, hitting my nost
DELILAHI look at myself in the mirror. I am still not dressed. It is seven o'clock. He said that I have to be ready by seven o'clock but it is already seven o'clock and I have not even dressed properly yet. I am still holding the plates of the gold organza saree I am trying to drape around myself, but I need someone's help with that. An hour ago all the maids of the house were with me to prepare me but after my make-up, I had allowed them to go. Because I wanted to wear a saree tonight but none of them knew how to drape a saree so I allowed them to go. Along with this, they also had to handle all the work downstairs. Actually, Nathaniel had not told me that the function would be held in this mansion, so everyone was busy decorating the place and other things. I did not like wasting their time in such a way so I asked them to leave. I know how to drape a saree but right now I just needed someone's help because organza material is not that easy to handle. I sigh, dropping my shou
DELILAHTwo couples walk to us gracefully. They are smiling, unlike Nathaniel's grandfather who did not smile even for a second. "Del, this is Katrina, my younger sister," he tells me, stretching his palm to his sister who is longer. She has ocean-blue eyes and her smile widens the moment she looks at me. "Hi," she offers me a hand which I accept lovingly, shaking it. I then look at her man who nods at me smilingly, getting the same reaction from me. Katrina's husband is as tall as Nathaniel. He, too, is well-built. He has a heavy beard and his eyes are dark brown. He looks intimidating but his soft smile makes it easy for me."Terence," he introduces himself, his voice so deep that it can even crush something. "Delilah," I smile at him. "And this is Jasmine, my youngest sister," Nathaniel brings my attention to the girl next to Katrina. She is a bit different than Katrina. She is shorter than Katrina and she has freckles on her nose. She, too, has ocean blue eyes, unlike Nathani
DELILAHI come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. I just took a shower and now I am willing to sleep as soon as possible. The function is over and I am tired because of it. Though I did not have to work every time, I had to move here and there to interact with Nathaniel's business partners and some friends who are not too close. I move ahead and change into a pair of silk pajamas. I go to lie on the bed, covering myself with the quilt, and fall asleep but after some time, I feel a hot touch on my stomach that jolts me up. "Relax, it's me, baby," he says and I relax instantly. I sigh, my shoulders dropping lazily and my eyes falling shut. "Good," he whispers into my ear, and then his hand stills working on me. I swallow hard when his palm begins moving up to my breasts and he squeezes one gently. I gasp at the sudden touch. He has never touched me there. It is very new and foreign to me. The touch makes my skin burn with apprehension as well as excitement. I just
DELILAH"Now, let me make you feel good, baby," saying that he dips his face into my chest and then kisses my breast tenderly, leaving me breathless as well as flush. I cannot help but hold onto him firmly and squirm underneath him. He sucks on the taut nipples one by one, giving each of them the same attention. I am overwhelmed by the pleasant torture. Heat pools between my legs and the place turn wetter. I squeeze my thighs, trying to push the pain away but it only intensifies. He is so good at his work, he knows how to make me beg underneath him and he is doing it perfectly. "Nathaniel," I moan when he bites the sensitive flesh. He sucks it gently and then starts licking it to soothe the pain away. His hot breath fans my salivated skin and once again, he captures it between his lips. He hums, twirling his tongue around the nipple and then his hand comes to attend to the other. He squeezes my breast and then pinches the perking nipple. I writhe beneath him, moaning carelessly.