Chapter 4

Delilah’s POV

The elevator doors slid shut again, sealing me in sudden silence.

The charged electricity of thirty seconds ago vanished as if it had never existed. My fingers trembled around the black card. My thighs were slick, my underwear ruined, my core still pulsing with the aftershocks of what he had done to me. I stared at the card. It was simple and elegant, with his name embossed in silver. Alpha Zedd Bejarano.

What the hell have I done?

Shame burned hot across my skin. I was still technically married. Papers or no papers, bond or no bond, I…