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Unraveling Delilah 6

Alpha Zedd’s POV

I watched Karyk stand frozen in the doorway like the pathetic, spineless worm he had always been, and a deep, primal wave of satisfaction flooded my entire body.

Delilah was still beautifully flushed, her chest rising and falling with shallow, unsteady breaths. The sweet, musky scent of her recent orgasm hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint trace of her jasmine perfume.

My c**k throbbed painfully against the confines of my trousers, rock hard and leaking, demanding to be buried inside the woman who had just come so perfectly on my fingers. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over this desk right now and f**k her until she forgot Karyk’s name existed, but I kept the expression on my face perfectly calm and controlled, almost most bored even.

No one, especially not this worthless excuse of a man, would ever see how deeply Delilah Moonbane affected me.

Guilt flickered across her face the moment her green eyes met Karyk’s. I hated it. She had nothing — absolutely nothing — to feel guilty about.

This woman was magnificent. She had built empires while this fool slept through her brilliance. She didn’t deserve even a single second of shame.

I had planned this moment. I had timed Karyk’s arrival perfectly. I wanted him to walk in while the scent of her pleasure still lingered. I wanted him to smell it. I wanted him to know exactly what I had just done to his wife on my desk. Forgive me, ex-wife.

“Alpha Zedd,” Karyk said tightly, his voice strained. His eyes darted between Delilah and me, nostrils flaring as the realization hit him. “I was hoping we could speak about the deal. I didn’t realize you were… busy.”

I smiled slowly, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him uncomfortable. “Not at all. Come in, Karyk. Have a seat.”

Delilah shifted beside me. I placed a possessive hand on the small of her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric, and guided her toward the chair right beside mine. “Sit down, Delilah.”

She obeyed, though tension radiated from every inch of her body. Good girl.

Karyk’s gaze followed her every movement like a starving dog watching meat. I could see the exact moment the full picture clicked, the heavy scent of s*x, her flushed cheeks, the way she refused to fully meet his eyes. He knew. He f*****g knew.

“Delilah is my new business associate,” I announced smoothly, settling into my chair. “She will be reviewing your proposal in detail. I value her judgment very highly.”

Raw fear flashed across Karyk’s face. Delilah, to her credit, sat a little straighter. I caught the dark spark of victory in her green eyes, and it pleased me more than anything had in years.

Karyk cleared his throat, trying desperately to regain control. “Alpha Zedd, with all due respect—”

“For the next several meetings,” I continued, cutting him off without raising my voice, “Delilah will be very much present and actively involved. I expect your full cooperation on this matter.”

The silence that followed was thick, delicious, and heavy with humiliation. Karyk looked like he wanted to lunge across the desk, but he wasn’t stupid enough to challenge me directly, especially not when his entire empire depended on my decision.

“That will be all for today,” I said, dismissing him with a casual wave. “We’ll speak again soon.”

Karyk lingered for one painful second longer, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. His eyes burned with humiliation as they flicked one final time to Delilah. Then he turned sharply on his heel and left, the door clicking shut behind him with cold finality.

The moment we were alone again, I turned to Delilah. The beautiful mix of guilt and quiet victory playing across her face was intoxicating.

I reached out, gently gripping her chin between my fingers and tilting her face up to meet my gaze.

“This was your second reward for behaving so well today,” I murmured, my thumb brushing slowly across her lower lip. “You did beautifully, little storm.”

Her breath hitched. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I released her chin and leaned back in my chair, satisfied.

“You can go home now.”

She stood slowly, still slightly unsteady on her heels. “Thank you,” she muttered, barely audible, before slipping out of my office.

I remained seated for a long moment after she left, savoring the lingering scent of her pleasure in the room. My c**k was still painfully hard, aching with need. Soon. Very soon I would claim every single inch of her.

I left the building and returned to my penthouse high above the city. The moment I stepped into my bedroom, I loosened my tie and walked straight to the wall of monitors. Years ago, I had installed hidden cameras throughout Delilah’s home. For years I had watched. I had seen Karyk take her like it was a f*****g chore. I had watched her lie there night after night, unfulfilled and starving for real pleasure, while that pathetic man used her body and gave her nothing.

She had always belonged to me. He had simply been borrowing what was mine.

Tonight, I was thrilled to watch that picture slowly being erased forever.

I poured myself a generous glass of aged whiskey and settled into the large leather chair facing the screens. Delilah had just arrived home. She looked exhausted but wired and her movements were sharp with leftover adrenaline. She picked up her phone almost immediately. The argument was clear. Her face was tight with anger, her gestures were sharp and frustrated. I assumed it was Karyk.

The bastard still hadn’t accepted reality.

She ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. For a long time she simply stood in the middle of her bedroom, staring at nothing. Then she began to undress. The burgundy dress slid down her body as though she were performing a strip tease.

Did my little storm suspect I was watching her already?

The thought alone gave me an adrenalin rush.

Her dress fell down to her knees, revealing the smooth, perfect curves I had touched earlier that day. My c**k twitched hard at the sight. She climbed into bed wearing only a thin silk nightdress, clearly struggling to settle.

I watched, completely mesmerized, as her hand slowly drifted down her stomach, slipping beneath the silk. My own hand moved to the aching bulge in my pants. I freed my thick, heavy c**k and wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.

Last night she had stopped herself, pulling her hand back like she was ashamed of her own desire. Tonight, she didn’t.

For a long moment she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, clearly wrestling with herself. Her breathing was still uneven from the argument. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, her hand drifted down her body. It paused at her stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns over the silk as if she was still trying to talk herself out of it. I held my breath, my own hand frozen on my throbbing c**k, waiting.

She lost the battle.

Her hand slipped beneath the hem of her nightdress. I watched, completely transfixed, as her fingers finally reached her slick folds. She let out a soft, broken sigh the moment she touched her c**t.

Her fingers circled her c**t with increasing urgency. Her back arched off the bed. Her lips parted on a silent moan. I matched her pace, stroking myself firmly, imagining it was my tongue on her instead of her fingers. My breathing grew heavier as I watched her slip two fingers inside herself, pumping them slowly while her other hand worked her c**t.

“f**k, Delilah,” I growled under my breath, my grip tightening.

She grew bolder, hips rolling desperately against her hand. Her thighs trembled. Her chest heaved. I pumped my fist faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my c**k with every stroke, spreading the precum that was leaking steadily now.

Her movements became frantic. Her head tossed back against the pillows. I could see the exact moment she started losing control. I could see her thighs shaking violently, her fingers moving faster, her mouth open in ecstasy.

My own breaths grew shallow and ragged. Control started slipping from my fingers. My strokes became rougher, more desperate. My chest heaved. My abs tightened as pleasure coiled viciously at the base of my spine.

Delilah came first, her entire body bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around her hand as powerful waves ripped through her. The sight of her shattering so beautifully pushed me over the edge.

“Delilah—” I groaned, voice rough and broken.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My breaths turned completely ragged, almost gasping. My hand flew over my c**k as thick, hot ropes of c*m spilled over my fingers and onto my stomach. My hips jerked involuntarily. For several long seconds I completely lost control, groaning her name like a prayer while pleasure tore through me harder than it had in years.

I kept stroking myself through every aftershock, eyes never leaving the screen as Delilah came down, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling with a mix of satisfaction and lingering confusion.

I leaned forward, still breathing heavily, my hand sticky with my own release.

“You will be mine, Delilah,” I swore softly into the quiet room, my voice rough with raw possession. “Mind. Body. Soul. Every f*****g piece of you.”

And I always got what I wanted.