"Hey," she greeted him, grinning nervously. The light in her eyes dazzled his vision, caused him to almost stagger in his strides. His heartbeat accelerated, mocking his earlier vow to Carlos. Dante strolled in, feigning indifference. Her smile faltered upon meeting his dry response but she quickly restored it. "Glinda told me you like Spanish food," she disclosed, nervously rubbing her palms together. "Sit," she urged enthusiastically. He sat down in his seat, prompting Maya to sit beside him. The maids came forward to serve the dishes.She watched him in anticipation as he took the first spoonful of her paella. Her eyes followed every move of his facial muscle as he chewed on it. When she failed to figure out his reaction, she asked, "how is it?"He turned his face towards her and gave a nod of approval, "It's good." Good wasn't even the right word to describe it. It was way way more delicious than that. He didn't know this Goddess could even cook. He was turned on. Only good?
As he walked into the room, his gaze gravitated towards her. She was playing with Vincent. The window behind bathed her in the soft, golden glow of the morning sun, enhancing her beauty. He paused, mesmerized by the sparkle in her eyes as she laughed freely. Her soft tendrils bounced tenderly with her movements. The sweet melody of her laughter wrapped around him, drawing him in, and accelerating his heartbeat. An intense feeling stirred within him, growing ever stronger as she suddenly tilted her head back, unknowingly revealing the curve of her neck to him. In that moment, the time stood still. The outside world faded away for him. He was enchanted. His pupils dilated in admiration, a longing to trace his tongue along the graceful slope of her neck burst forth within him.She absently turned her face in his direction. Her laughter dwindled as she spotted him standing in the doorway. She gave him a warm smile and said, "I am sorry I didn't notice you. How long have you been standing
"Isn't she Pablo's daughter?" Katty asked, her sculpted brows knitted together in suspicion. Dante exhaled a sigh, keenly aware of his father's sharp gaze upon him. "Yes," he answered, meeting his mother's eyes. They were in his room right now. He had brought them here to explain that whatever they saw was just an accident. Vincent had spilled the oil on the floor that led to it. However, his parents were more concerned about who they saw rather than what they saw. "What is she doing here?" Tony demanded, vexed. Katty looked equally upset. Dante shifted his gaze to his dad. "She is Vincent's babysitter," Dante revealed, leaving them reeling with shock and disbelief. They exchanged a confused glance with each other before fixing their incredulous gaze on him, as if questioning his insanity. "Have you forgotten what she has done to you?" Katty asked, reminding him of the past. "That girl ran away with her boyfriend. She has no character. And you want that characterless girl to rai
He looked over her shoulder and caught two dogs approaching them. He knew she feared dogs. She had divulged on one of their dates. He felt her going tense in his arms as a dog let out a bark. She buried her face into his chest and held onto him with all her strength. She didn't care how inappropriate she was being as her mind was consumed with fear. "Relax. They won't do anything," he assured her in a gentle tone. He knew these dogs and had even fed them during his morning walks. They only knew barking. The dogs recognized him too and began circling him, hoping for a treat. However, Dante didn't have anything on him right now. He made a mental note to reward them tomorrow morning. As they stood skin to skin- the heat of her body melting into his- his thoughts ran wild. He could feel her every curve pressed firmly against his, beckoning him to feel them with his mouth. The softness of her body was teasing his senses, intensifying the aching need that consumed him. If only she knew he
She kept glancing his way from under her thick lashes every now and then. The contents of her dream replaying in her head over and over again, filling her mind with inappropriate thoughts. Her face heated up as she gazed keenly at his lips. That delicious-looking mouth. She could still feel the torrent of excitement that had swept over her when his lips had crashed down onto hers. It had felt so real. Her skin tingled with a rush of goosebumps at the mere thought of it. "What's wrong?" he questioned, breaking her away from her thoughts. She glanced up at him and found him frowning. Her eyes wide as she struggled to come up with an answer. "Nothing," she replied, grimacing. He didn't look convinced but dropped the topic. ..........After dinner, she went to her room and decided to watch a movie to distract her mind. She managed to keep him out of her mind but when a romantic scene came up, he returned quickly. She felt her heartbeat picking up its pace as the man kissed the woman.
For a moment, she was too stunned to react. She sat frozen like a statue while he sucked vigorously on her mouth with a fervent longing. Biting into her lower lip, he forced her to open her mouth. He deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue into her mouth, igniting a blaze of desire within her. All her inhibitions burnt to ashes and her skin glowed like a thousand fireflies dancing beneath it. His intensity took her breath away. She had never known a man could kiss with such all-consuming passion. His hands were holding her in place while his mouth devoured her as if a starving man savoring his first meal in eternity. Even though he was kissing her mouth, she felt the hot sensation spreading throughout her body. Electric tingles coursed through her. Overcame by desire, she eagerly kissed him back. Her tongue moved against his in a sweet tango of desire. However, she couldn't match up with his overwhelming fervor no matter how hard she tried. He was kissing her with every ounce of his
Her gaze shot down to the floor as he turned to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, "I am not usually this.." she gulped, very embarrassed of her last night's behavior. She continued through the knot in her throat, "......this forward. I.." "It wasn't your fault. It was me," he interrupted her. She didn't need to explain herself when it wasn't her fault. It was he who lost his control and took advantage of her vulnerability. "But I..""Let's forget it ever happened, Miss Diaz," Dante said. His eyes of their own gravitated towards her lips. Those juicy, delicious lips. They beckoned him to steal another taste of their sweetness. They still bore the mark of his passion. If only they were his, he would have devoured them day and night. "Okay," she replied, snapping him out of his trance. He gave her an absent nod in response and left the room. Maya released a heavy sigh and gazed down at the baby who was already looking up at her...........Since the day she had arrived in his
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
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
Just then the phone was snatched from her hand. Her heart sank as Paulo emerged into her view. Standing over her, he resembled a furious storm ready to tear her apart. His glare piercing her like a blade as he cut the call, snuffing her only hope. A lone teardrop escaped her eyes. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. Panic surged through Maya. Her instincts took over as she scrambled backward, her wide eyes remained on his, anticipating his next move. He took a threatening stride towards her, his jaw locked tight. His features twisted. "Stay back," she warned despite the terror wrecking her nerves. She was scared for her life but she was scared for her unborn child. Her words only fueled his rage, hitting him in his head. With a violent motion, he threw the glass against the wall, the crash reverberating through the room. She flinched by his sudden outburst. "You will follow MY orders," he gritted out, eyes blazing with murderous rage. Maya did
The door slammed against the wall as it opened tremendously, startling her. Dante strolled in, his oppressive aura filling the room. Hope glimmered in her eyes and she rose to her feet, her robe slipping to expose her voluptuous curves. Each stride he took sent a ripple of tension through her, anticipation gripping her like a vice. He couldn't resist her. Hint of a smile danced over her lips as he drew near. He was a control freak and she loved that about him. She craved him to spank her, manhandle her, treat her like a whore. Her smoldering gaze traveled over his massive frame, enjoying the view. She was ready for the rough press of his body and the heat of his kiss but had not expected the sudden grip around her neck, his fingers tightening as he choked her. Shock seized her features. Fury- blazing in his eyes- cut through her flesh as he growled in her face, "Where is Maya?" Eviana's brows furrowed in confusion, "Maya? How would I know?"He choked her harder, his nails digging
Even though Dante knew it already, hearing the words spoken aloud sent a cold spike through his chest. A wave of anxiety gripped him. She was in grave danger. Why didn't she share it with him? Did she not trust him enough? His heart clenched painfully. Why did she embark on this dangerous path all alone? He couldn't realize when she slipped away from his protective embrace. One moment she was safe in his arms and the next, she was gone. He wouldn't be able to live if he lost her again. "Who took her?" he asked, freaking out from inside. "The kind of person who’ll do anything to keep you two apart," Peter replied, making Dante frown. "As surprising as it may sound, the video was taken from Maya's phone," Peter revealed, stunning everyone. "Someone stole the video from her phone and circulated it," he added. "Who?" Dante demanded, his body coiling with tension. "I am trying to trace it back to the perpetrator," Peter revealed. Dante clenched his fists, his face a dark
Seizing a handful of her hair, he wrenched her to her feet. Despite the excruciating pain, she held herself together, refusing to give him the joy of seeing her in pain. She met his gaze head-on- defiance blazing in her eyes as she spat, "Dante will make you pay for every second of this." The slap struck her like a thunderclap, snapping her head sideways. Dizziness washed over her, she would have hit the floor with a thud if he wasn't clenching her hair in his vice-like grip. He thrust his face closer, eyes dripping with poisonous malice as he gritted out, "You've got a big mouth on you now. Lose it before I make you lose your pathetic life." His spit landed on her as he issued the threat.A cruel smirk spread across his face before he slightly loosened his hold on her hair. "As for your Dante, let me tell you he hates your guts.." he broke the news to her. "No, he doesn't. He loves me," she shot back without missing a beat. She knew he loved her with all his being and no one co