The Mafia’s S*X Toy

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Delilah’s heart crumbled into tiny little pieces as she glanced at the floor.

Two years ago, Delilah and Damien slept together on the night of Damien’s engagement banquet.

Damien had been drugged that day, so in order to counteract the effects of the drugs, he planned to have his way with Delilah by forcing her beyond her will.

The next morning, the news of Delilah sleeping with her step-sister’s fiancé filled the internet.

Damien also publicly stated that Delilah was the one who drugged him and had also seduced him.

Many people hurled insult at Delilah, labeling her a slut for seducing her sister’s fiancé.

Sigh!

Delilah was devastated, and to make matters worse, her father decided to wed Delilah with the Cosmos’ eldest son, Damien.

Both families had a strong generational bond, and they didn’t want Delilah’s scandal to sever it.

Emily, Damien’s fiancée, became emotionally and mentally shattered and was moved to a mental institution in another country for therapy.

Damien and Delilah have been married for two years, and those two years have been agony for Delilah.

Besides, Delilah had always have a crush on Damien since childhood, but since Damien only loved Delilah’s stepsister, she unable to confess her feelings to him.

Exhaling!

Presently, hearing Damien’s words as he instructed Delilah to sign the divorce papers was tremendously devastating and sad at the same time.

“Why are you making this so difficult?” Damien hissed, his voice like venom. “I want you to sign the divorce papers, and I want you to do it now. Every moment I have to look at you makes me feel like throwing up.”

He glared at her with such hatred, such malice, that it made Delilah feel small and insignificant, a mere insect to be crushed under his heel.

“I… I have a request, too,” Delilah managed to say, her voice trembling.

She swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to ask for what she needed, but she knew it was a fool’s errand, a desperate attempt to cling to a dream that was already slipping away.

Damien raised an eyebrow, a look of curiosity mingling with the malice in his eyes. “What do you need?” he asked, his voice sharp and cold.

It was clear that he had no intention of granting her request, no matter what it might be.

“It’s not about the money,” Delilah began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need… I need you to call me by my name whenever we have s*x. I’m your wife, and I’m not Emily. I’m Delilah.” She knew it was a silly request, but it was the only thing she could think of.

It was a desperate, pathetic plea, but she had to try.

Whenever they had s*x, Damien would always address her as Emily, and that was something Delilah hated to the core.

Delilah needed to feel like she was real, that she was more than just a replacement for another woman.

Damien scoffed, his eyes rolling in their sockets. “I’m not making any deals with you,” he spat, his tone dismissive and condescending. “Emily has been waiting for me, so take the money, sign the contract, and get out of here.”

With shaking hands, Delilah clutched her stomach.

She felt sick to her core, but she knew she had to speak up.

“But Damien,” Delilah whispered, her voice quivering.

“You… you have to do as I say, okay? Emily has been waiting for you for two years, so she can’t wait some more hours. Besides, this is the first and last time I’m requesting a favor from you, so I need you to understand how important this is to me. It’s not about money or anything else — it’s about feeling like I matter. I… I need you to do this for me, just this once. Please.”

Delilah voice wavered, but she held her ground. She had to make him see that she was worth something, even if it was just for a moment.

“I’m not asking you to do anything unreasonable,” she reasoned, her tone firm but calm. “I’m asking you to do one simple thing, and I’m not asking for anything else, so… so f*****g grant my request!” Delilah yelled.

This was literally the first time she was yelling at Damien.

Damien’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and his voice was like ice when he spoke. “Fine,” he said, his words clipped and hard. “I’ll do what you ask.”

He turned away from her, his back stiff and straight.

In a sudden, explosive movement, Damien leapt to his feet and began to unbutton his pants.

He yanked them down with a vicious tug, and the sound of the fabric ripping was loud in the silence of the room.

Delilah felt a wave of fear wash over her as she realized what he was about to do. She had pushed him too far, and now she was going to pay the price of having aggressive s*x with him.

Delilah was unable to think as Damien grabbed her hair firmly, yanking her towards the couch.

“Ouch!”

Delilah let out a strangled cry and tried to resist, but Damien’s grip was too strong.

She landed on the couch with a thud, the impact knocking the breath out of her.

Damien stood over her, his expression a mask of fury.

He seemed to take pleasure in her pain, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t regret this, okay,” he spat as he roughly ripped Delilah’s clothes off.

He leaned up close to her neck, planting an aggressive kiss on her long neck and defiling her body with no mercy.

Damien ripped Delilah’s pants and stared at her pu**y. He inserted his d**k into Delilah’s private part and began pounding in and out of her.

He was cruel, and he didn’t mind shattering Delilah into small pieces.

“Ohh! Delilah, f**k you! You’re… You’re a f*****g slut, and you’re happy now? Are you pleased that I called your name during s*x?” Damien enquired, disgusted.

Delilah’s eyes welled up with tears as she allowed Damien screw her without consent.

Delilah felt like a shell of herself, her spirit broken.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to process what was happening.

She had requested a s*x that was filled with love and wished Damien would moan her name seductively — but she got the opposite of her expectations.

Delilah was ashamed and humiliated, but more than that, she was scared.

In that moment, Delilah made a silent vow to herself — she would never forget this day, no matter how much she wanted to.

She would never forget the feeling of being trapped, the pain of being humiliated and abused.

This was not a memory she would ever allow herself to forget. This was not a memory she would ever forgive or excuse.

This was something that would stay with her forever, like a scar that would never fully heal.

After what felt like an eternity, Damien finally pulled away from her.

He looked down at her, his expression cold and callous. “You know what you need to do,” he said, his voice like steel. “Sign the papers and take the money. Then get out of here and never come back.”

He turned and walked away towards the fireplace, leaving her alone on the couch, shaking and sobbing.

With great effort, Delilah pushed herself up from the couch.

She felt weak and broken, like a piece of porcelain that had been shattered and then glued back together.

With all the strength she could muster, she looked Damien in the eyes and spoke. “I’ll never love you again,” she spat, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll never forgive you for what you’ve done.”

The words were like a final blow, a declaration of war.

Despite everything that Damien had done, despite all the pain and humiliation he had put Delilah through for all these years, she still felt something for him, and that something was called love.

At Delilah’s words, Damien smiled — but he made sure it wasn’t obvious to Delilah.

Damien reached out and grabbed Delilah’s chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

She could see something there, something dark and dangerous. “Keep your feelings to yourself,” he seethed, his voice hard and unyielding. “I don’t want them, and I don’t want you.”

Instantly…

Delilah felt dizzy, like the ground had been ripped out from under her.

Even as he spoke those harsh words, Damien couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Delilah was.

Her face was so soft and delicate, her eyes full of emotion.

With trembling hands, Delilah reached for the pen and began to sign the divorce paper.

She had no idea that this moment would be the start of a new chapter in her life — that this divorce paper would change everything, leading her down a path she never could have imagined.