Standing in the doorway, Maya watched as they helped him onto the bed. She decided against going inside as Carlos was also there. Even though his face didn't reveal much, she knew it must be hurting like hell. He was badly injured. Who could know it better than her who had a rich experience when it came to wounds and pain? "I'll make sure that brat gets what he deserves," Carlos said while adjusting the pillow behind his back. Dante didn't respond. His gaze absently darted towards the door and lit up with something when found her in the doorway. She mustered a hesitant smile. "Miss Diaz, come inside," he urged her, prompting everyone's attention towards her. She moved inside with tentative steps. "Do you need something? I'll get it for you" she asked, wanting to help him. Dante shook his head. "I am fine. Thank you for asking," he responded softly. She nodded. "What happened?" a voice suddenly echoed before someone darted past her, heading straight towards him."I am fine, Mom
Before she could understand, his lips were on hers. It was an unplanned, raw expression of desire burning just beneath his skin. The intensity was conveyed promptly as her eyes fluttered close in sweet surrender. He passionately moved his lips over hers, leaving her dizzy with desire. Raw and fervent, he kissed her without inhibitions. It felt as though their lips had collided in an explosion of passion. Teeth grazed lips, she didn't delay kissing him back, letting him know he wasn't the only one burning in the inferno of longing. She was breathless and delirious when he released her mouth. His eyes were transfixed on her face while hers remained closed as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wild locks were curtaining her face, her cheeks were adorned with a faint blush, her lips were swollen and red. She looked ravished and he wasn't sorry. If anything, he longed to steal her breath like this every day.She opened her eyes to meet his. He caught something different in her blue sa
The woman closed the door and leaned against it. Raising her light trembling hand, she clutched her chest to calm her racing heart. A whirlwind of emotions stirring deep within her, the warmth of his lips still lingered on hers. Her mouth curved into a smile of its own as she replayed the moment in her head. Now instead of calming down, her heartbeat accelerated. Why would it not? She was still not over the masculine energy he had exuded while kissing her. She hadn't expected him to be this passionate, this wild. And his eyes....she struggled to breathe as she recalled the fiery intensity in his eyes. His smoldering gaze had melted her into a pool of water. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue and ran it over her lips, feeling the bruises he had rewarded her with. He was ferocious. Climbing onto her bed, she buried her face into her pillow. grinning hard. It was certain, sleep wasn't going to come to her now. The sun was already up and Vincent would be awake in a few hours anywa
A pang pierced her heart as she helped him. She didn't like the sight of him bound to a wheelchair. She preferred him standing on his feet, towering over others with his tall stature. She had never met a man who could match his grace. She vividly remembered her first impression of him. The man had effortlessly dominated the entire room with his powerful presence. The mighty authority he radiated in the party had left her on edge. That had also influenced her decision. Back then she couldn't imagine marrying someone with such a commanding personality. His overpowering masculine energy had scared her. And his reserved nature had only solidified her decision. Back then she was just a girl who liked boys, not men. And he was a man- through and through. But now she was mesmerized by him. His imposing demeanor and authoritative voice ignited her desire without an effort. It wasn't just his dazzling looks or rugged physique but the way he carried himself; with confidence and poise that drew
He withdrew abruptly, leaving her unfulfilled and craving for more. His mouth curved into a playful smirk as he reclined in his chair, his eyes overflowing with unbridled lust as they roamed over her body as if he were entitled to do so. Maya unconsciously clenched her thighs, feeling heat leaking from her core. Sitting with the regal air of a King, he looked impossibly tempting. She felt like a powerless slave at the mercy of her owner. "Kiss me," he commanded her in his deep, authoritative voice. Gone was the cold, reserved Dante Martinez she knew, this man was a dangerous blend of power and seduction. Her body responded instinctively and before she knew it she was chasing his mouth like a woman starving for a lover's touch. A profound sense of exhilaration tore through her veins as she pressed her mouth to his. His lips were soft and in contrast to his personality. He didn't torment her anymore and reciprocated, turning their gentle kiss into a rough, demanding mouth-fu
Maya knew something inside her was changing. Every moment spent with Dante was healing a part of her. His warmth and care filling cracks in her broken soul. His very presence seemed to bring a calming tranquility to her restless heart. Smiling, she lifted Vincent and spun him around, causing the baby to burst into soft giggles. His charcoal grey eyes reminded her of his father. She was certain this little angel was growing up to be a heartbreaker just like his dad. She hoped he would also inherit his dad's traits and become a good person. "I hope you are not going to be as naughty as your dad," she told the little one, grinning. That man had her blushing like crazy. She had never taken Dante for a teasing type much less naughty but he had surprised her. And boy she was surprised. It was impossible to reconcile this Dante with the one she had met at the party. She didn't know which one was real but she liked this Dante real- the straightforward one. She decided to take the baby t
He forcefully moved his fractured arm and lifted the cover for her. She understood his gesture and didn't waste a moment to join him on his bed and slip under the cover. Her fear had overshadowed her reasons. "Nightmare?" he asked, observing her trembling body. She was bathed in sweat and her red-rimmed eyes still had traces of tears. She nodded, absently staring down at the cover. Her eyes shifted to his hand as he wrapped it around hers. She raised her gaze to his face and searched but found no trace of pain. "It was just a nightmare. You are fine," he assured her. Now that she was with him, not even the devil himself could cause her any harm. She stared into her eyes and felt peace slowly taking over her anxious heart. The warmth his eyes emanated had become her source of comfort. His arms her safe heaven. A teardrop fell down her eye as she held his tender gaze. She had locked her emotions deep down in her heart knowing no one cared. But she didn't know why just one look from
As the morning light streamed in through the partially drawn curtains, it gently danced behind his closed eyelids, gradually drawing him from his peaceful and deep slumber. Slowly opening his eyes, he frowned feeling a weight on his chest. Looking down, he found a mop of brown lock sprawled across his chest, her head nestled close to his chest. A fond smile lit up his face as he reached out and gently pushed away her wild strands to see her face. She was in a deep sleep. Her lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. His heart swelled with love as he marveled at her beauty. Unable to resist himself, he extended his hand and caressed her face with a feather-like touch. The room was filled with a serene quiet, letting him hear her deep and even breathing. In this moment, he felt as if everything he ever wished for was in his arms and he needed nothing more. He felt content. He knew he would cherish this moment forever, he would cherish her forever. As if se
Dante plucked fresh red blooms from the garden. Getting rid of the thorns, he bound them together with a ribbon and headed straight towards their room. The fresh morning breeze played with his hair as he walked through the front porch. The house was quiet right now but not for long. The moment his kids would wake up, his quiet sanctuary was going to turn into a rooster house. Everyone predicted right. Their daughter was indeed a handful. From the moment she learned to walk, she was always running- leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. As for little Vincent, he would join his sister in everything she does. And amid the whirlwind of noise and destruction their kids caused, it was Maya who bore the brunt of it all.He gently pushed the door open and walked in to find Maya asleep. A smile formed on his lips as he gazed at her. Her unparalleled beauty made his heart ache with love. He had taken a day off today so she could rest. He was guilty of not being there as much as he should. His w
She screamed her throat raw but that stubborn baby didn't budge from its place. Maya, coated in sweat, was already exhausted. She could tell this baby was going to be a handful. "Push," Dante encouraged her, giving a squeeze to her hand. Maya pushed harder, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never strained her body this much in life before. Indeed becoming a mother was like taking another birth. "We can see the head," the doctor stated. Maya's emotions were running high at the moment. She loved her baby with all her heart but she needed him/her to come out already. It was hurting beyond her tolerance. But despite the pain, she pushed harder. The excitement to see her baby couldn't be surpassed by any pain. Dante stroked her arm, desperate to bring her comfort. He wished he could take away her pain but that was impossible. The nature was unfair considering that both partners share the pleasure of creating life but the pain is reserved only for women. He couldn't even imagine the
Maya placed the portrait on the wall where she could see it from her bed. There were tons of pictures taken on their wedding day and this one was her absolute favorite. It was the picture of her, him, and Vincent, radiant with happiness. Her hand hovered before she traced his face, her touch lingering as memories of that day swirled around her. She smiled, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. Just then a pair of hands came to rest on her waist. Her smile deepened as she noticed his reflection in the portrait. "I want this to be my second view in the morning," she told him. He placed his chin on her shoulder, eye holding hers. "And what's your first view?" Dante asked, his warm breath caressing the curve of her neck. She turned in his embrace, her gaze lifting to meet his. Even though small, she fit so perfectly against him. This woman had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. "You," she answered, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Dante was tempted to drink on that."So,
Submission isn't only for wars, love demands it too. And in love, when one surrenders, they gain the joy of belonging. To belong to someone is a blessing wrapped in love and trust. Just like the moon belongs to sky, rivers belong to oceans, she belongs to Dante. Only family and friends were invited to their wedding as they wanted to keep it low profile. She stepped out of her room to find her parents waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz froze at first before gentle tears claimed their eyes as they saw her ready to start a new chapter of her life. "How do I look?" she asked sheepishly. Her wedding gown was stunning, she didn't know if she was doing justice to it. "Beautiful," Mrs. Diaz replied, approaching her. "Then why are you both crying?" Maya asked, her eyes drifting to her dad. "You'll understand the day you'll wed off your daughter," Mrs. Diaz told her while adjusting her neckpiece. Maya understood. Seeing their children start a new life must be an emotional moment for parents.
A faint cry of pain slipped from her mouth as she woke up to a crushing headache. She blinked against the harsh white light piercing her vision. "Maya," her mother called. Maya slightly turned her head to find her parents seated beside her. "Where is Dante?" she asked in a whisper. Anxiety etched across her face as she remembered the last night. They had met an accident. Dante had covered her with his body. That's all she remembered. "He is fine," Mrs. Diaz assured her. Maya searched her eyes for any lie but there was none. "My baby?" she asked dreadfully. Her heart began to hammer vigorously against her chest. She didn't know how she would endure if something had happened to her child. "Baby is fine too," she told her. Her eyes blurred with tears of relief. "Ssshh..my child. Everything is fine now," Mr. Diaz consoled her. "I want to see him," she implored through her tears. She had to make sure he was fine. She was not able to recover from the horror they experienced last ni
"We did it," Maya exclaimed, bursting with joy. The thrill lingered until the biting chill of the air nipped at her skin, causing her to tremble. Just as the cold began to seep deeper, a sudden unexpected warmth engulfed her. Startled, she turned to see Dante gently wrapping a scarf around her shoulder. His eyes filled with tender emotions.She pulled the scarf together, her heart swelling with tender love."City looks so beautiful from up here," Maya said, dazzled by the sight of lights glimmering across the hillside. Smiling, Dante stepped forward. "But this is not why I brought you here," he revealed, confusing her. She turned to look at him. He raised his hand and pointed a finger towards the sky. Her breath caught as her eyes widened in awe, her gaze drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the glittering night sky. He stood behind her, his chest touching her back. "Ain't they beautiful?" he asked softly. She nodded, caught in the beauty of the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at
Maya locked eyes with Katty. A maid had told her that Mrs. Martinez was waiting for her in the living room. She had no idea why she wanted to see her but she had a hunch that it was related to her pregnancy. She had decided she would refuse outrightly if she asked her to abort her child. Mrs. Martinez offered her a soft smile as she rose from the couch. Maya reciprocated with a hesitant smile of her own. "Since Dante isn’t around, I thought it was the ideal time to meet you." Katty started, deepening her sense of unease. "Why..why did you want to see me?" Maya asked, her guards up."You are glowing," Katty noted before adding in a friendly manner, "Pregnancy does that to you." Her eyes drifted to her belly where her grandkid was growing. The warmth in her gaze didn't escape Maya's notice."Thank you," she replied, smiling genuinely. She was glowing not because of her pregnancy but because of him. Her son was the reason behind her happiness. Dante was on cloud nine since he heard
She yanked him closer. Her hands moving with an urgency as she began undressing his chiseled frame. She traced the hard contours of his chest with her palm, the beats of his heart sending a fluttering sensation through her core. He was fascinating- sculpted like a statue. Perfection. The sexual attraction she felt for him was insane—the aching need to have his body wrap around hers. He ripped open his shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor with a sharp clatter. After that, he grabbed the fabric of her nightdress and tore it open with a ripping sound that mimicked her urgency. They both were burning in the inferno of desire. Gripping her wide hips, he drew her against his erection. With a titillating grinding motion, he moved it against her pulsating tender flesh. She moaned, her senses unraveling with need. Desire overwhelmed her to the point she wanted to cry. "Dante," she moaned breathlessly, he was teasing her relentlessly. "What do you want, baby?" he demanded in hoars
Dante charged forward, closing the distance between him and Paulo in threatening strides, his fists clenched tightly, veins taut with the promise of violence. Paulo gazed up at him in terror as Dante seized his collar and roughly hauled him to his feet. The tycoon's eyes were blazing with unrestrained fury, his face twisted into a feral snarl. Maya remained rooted to her spot. She had never seen Dante this enraged. He reeked of bloodlust- aura so intense and vicious that it made her stomach twist. He was entirely a different man.Dante’s fist collided with Paulo’s face in a sickening crack, the force whipping Paulo’s head to the side as blood sprayed from his mouth. A guttural groan escaped Paulo’s lips, but Dante didn’t stop. His knuckles slammed into Paulo’s jaw again, then his ribs, each blow delivered with merciless precision. Paulo’s body sagged under the onslaught. He struggled to get away but Dante didn't let him. He drove his knee into his stomach, doubling him over with a cho