Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

“How did this happen?!” Silver asked, the shock still raw on his chiseled face, his silver-streaked hair disheveled from our earlier passion.

“Did you plan this?” Jax turned to me, eyes blazing with accusation. “You f****d him because he’s my brother?!”

“No, I had no idea he was a Romano. We all know him as ‘Silver the Jackal’ in the club,” I defended, my voice trembling just enough to betray the lingering heat still pulsing through me. I ached for their touch.

Both of them.

“Stop blaming her, Jax,” Silver growled, throwing a dark glare at his brother.

“If I had known you guys were brothers, I wouldn’t have f****d you or even brought you here to kiss. I promise, Jax.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, relax,” Silver murmured, pulling me into a slow, possessive embrace. His bare chest pressed against my half-exposed breasts, the warmth of his skin sending a fresh shiver down my spine.

Two sharp knocks echoed before the door swung open, releasing a faint wave of s*x sounds across from the hall.

“Is everything okay here?” Armani, our host, asked, his deep voice cutting through the thick air.

I sighed, cheeks flushed and nodding gently. “Yes, Armani.”

His piercing gaze swept over the three of us, lingering deliberately on the flushed skin barely covered by my disheveled lingerie, tracing the swell of my breasts before settling on my face.

“You sure?” He arched a brow, the question had a tone that sounded far more intimate.

“Leave! Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?!” Jax snapped, his jealousy crackling and making him clench his fists.

“Lower your voice, Jax. There are other attendees still actively f*****g in the hall,” I shot back, then turned to Armani, and softened my tone. “I’m fine, Armani. We’ll join the party after we sort this out.”

“How long will it take?” Armani pressed, his eyes dipping once more to the exposed nakedness of my thigh.

“We’ll join you soon,” I assured him, my pulse quickening under his stare.

“Don’t hesitate to call for me if you need me. You know I care about you, Delilah,” he said, in a low voice laced with desire, as his gaze traced every exposed inch of me before he finally closed the door.

“What the f**k was that?”

“Are you f*****g him?” Jax and Silver demanded in heated unison.

“No, he’s my boss here,” I breathed.

“So is Jax, and you’re f*****g him. By the way, did he tell you he’s married?” Silver teased, a wicked glint in his eye that only increased his brother’s fury.

“Shut up!” Jax snarled, and the room plunged into silence.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. It was electric, heavy with want and raw need. The air hummed with the memory of hands on skin, tongues delving in private parts and the scent of s*x still clinging to us all.

Armani’s lingering stare had only fanned the flames, his hungry gaze on my barely covered body a burning reminder that I was the center of their desire. The forbidden fruit every man in this place craved, yet only a chosen few would ever truly possess me.

“Its already happened” Silver finally spoke up “It’s just s*x. I have no problem f*****g my brother if he gives me the pleasure I crave” he said with a flippant shrug and a smug grin.

The air in the room crackled with shock, unspoken fury and desire, a toxic blend that made my skin prickle. Silver’s word hung there like a challenge, his smirk daring Jax to explode.

Brothers.

Romano brothers.

The revelation still hammered in my chest, but in this twisted bubble of lust and secrecy, it only fueled the fire. Jax’s eyes burned into me, accusation and hunger warring in their depths.

His fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging on his forearms, as if he were seconds from shattering the s****l tension.

“Like hell it’s just s*x,” Jax snarled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room. He stepped closer to Silver, their faces inches apart, chests heaving. “You always do this, you reckless prick. Waltz in, take what’s not yours, and act like it’s a f*****g game.”

Silver’s laugh was sharp and very unrepentant. “Jealous, big brother? Afraid she’ll prefer my c**k over yours? Or is it that you can’t stand sharing your little secret slut?”

“Shut your f*****g mouth. She’s my slut!” Jax growled, grabbing Silver by the throat, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make Silver’s eyes widen with a mix of defiance and arousal. I watched, frozen, my half-naked body trembling, lacy lingerie barely containing my heaving breasts, my thighs soaked from my repeated orgasms earlier.

Part of me wanted to bolt from the room, but the heat pooling between my thighs kept me rooted.

Silver didn’t back down. He leaned into Jax’s grip, his hand sliding down to palm Jax’s bulging crotch through his pants. “Make me,” he whispered in a husky voice.

Jax’s anger morphed into something primal. “If we’re doing this,” he said, breathing hard, “we do it right.” He caressed Silver’s neck, yanking him towards his chest. For a split second, I thought fists would fly.

Instead, as Silver’s breath hitched at the proximity, Jax’s grip tightened before he crashed his lips against Silver’s in a brutal, claiming kiss.

It was no tender brotherly peck, this was dominance, tongues clashing, teeth nipping, and Jax’s free hand fisting Silver’s hair to yank his head back, exposing his neck.

Silver moaned into the kiss, his body arching against Jax’s, their c***s straining through their pants as they ground their hips together.

The sight of the men was intoxicating, taboo heat pooled in my core. Brothers kissing like starved lovers, hatred and lust intertwined. It was wrong, forbidden, and it sent a jolt straight to my c**t, my p***y clenching so tightly.

They broke apart, both breathing hard, saliva stringing between their lips. Then as one, they turned to me, eyes flickering with possession. “You want this, Delilah sweetie? Both of us using you like the w***e you are, tonight?”

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Yes… please.”

Silver smirked, that devilish grin that had drawn me to him in the first place, under the dim lights of the club where he was known as “The Jackal.”

“The party’s waiting, Delilah… you look like you’re so hungry to be fucked.”

I nodded again, eager to have them all to myself.

“Let’s not waste the night,” Silver said.