"What?" she asked, certain she had misinterpreted his statement. He was too proper to propose something like that. His confidence faltered upon seeing her shocked expression. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open in disbelief. There was a hint of blush adorning her cheeks, suggesting she had heard him alright. It was the first time he had shared his innermost desire with someone. He thought they were all in it but perhaps he misinterpreted their situation. He let his hope grow. He lowered his gaze, feeling ashamed of himself. She must be considering him a pervert now. "I am sorry," he mumbled, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Maya blinked at him, comprehending the sudden shift in his demeanor. Just a moment ago, he was devouring her with his eyes and now it seemed he wasn't interested at all. "I..I've never done that," she admitted, the blush on her cheeks deepened to crimson. She would be the biggest liar of the century if she said she didn't crave his mouth on he
His deep voice, resonating with an undeniable authority, sent a jolt of nervous energy through her. Her sweaty palms rolled into tight fists as she struggled to keep her breathing in check. Ignoring the whirl of excitement raging within her, she turned towards the table and set down the tray. She felt the heat of his gaze searing her flesh as she nervously traced her steps back to the bed. Her head was downcast and her eyes were stuck to the floor. She stood in front of him, wringing her hands together. Her heart was close to bursting out of her chest. His eyes glittered with a mixture of affection and amusement as he watched her nervous self. She was cute. Adorable. "Get in the bed, sweetheart," he urged her in a tender voice. She followed his command like a good girl and sat down beside him with her feet on the floor. She turned her face towards him, lines of self-doubt creasing her beautiful features. He frowned, not liking the worries of line marring her beautiful face. He rea
Dante smiled to himself, recalling the events of last night. She was incredible. Jaw-dropping beautiful. Her sweet and tangy taste still lingered on his tongue, etched into his memory forever. He always knew she was wild, as wild as her cinnamon-brown locks. But it was only last night, he caught a glimpse of her tempestuous nature. The way she moaned and shoved her hips in his face testified to her wild personality. Her real personality had shone through and he would be lying if he said he wasn't dazzled. He fell for her a little more, if it was even possible. He preferred her open and untamed rather than silent and cautious. That bastard had tamed the free spirit that she was but he was determined to bring her back. He'll dote on her so much that she'll regrow her wings. "Should I be worried?" Carlos interrupted his train of thought. His grave countenance and squinting eyes wiped his smile off at once."Worried about what?" Dante questioned, putting on a somber look. Carlos took a s
She closed the door behind her and broke down into hysterical sobs. The fragments of her traumatic past kept flashing in front of her eyes. The past that had scarred her not only mentally but physically too. Dante's tender gaze had made her forget just how ugly she was. For a while, she forgot she was no longer a beautiful woman but a mere ruin of her former self. He looked at her as if she was an angel with no flaws, no scars. When in reality, her body was marred with hideous scars that were going to stay as long as she lived. No. She didn't want him to know what a monster she was under her clothes. He would never want her again if he found out just how damaged she was. Sobbing at her fate, she slid down the door and hid her face between her knees. She wished she could turn back time and correct her mistake..........Dante was disappointed in himself. He fucked it up. How could he be such a fool? He scared her off. The man was tempted to bang his head against the wall and end the
Dante turned on his phone's flashlight as they arrived on the stairs. The staircase was engulfed in immense darkness. It was beyond them how the receptionist was navigating without a shred of light. Before descending, he held her cold hand and carefully guided her step by step down the creaking stairs. "This is the place, if you can adjust," the receptionist stated as they reached the foot of the stairs. The basement was a cold, shadowy abyss where a single flickering bulb fought a losing battle against the darkness. Dante looked around the room, without releasing her hand, and concluded this had to be his worst stay. "There is no bed," Dante pointed out. "There is one in the corner," receptionist pointed his flashlight to a corner, illuminating the bed. Dante stiffly nodded. The queen-size bed was a discarded piece. "5000 dollars," receptionist said, shocking both of them. "For this?" Maya asked, shooting him an incredulous look. The man nodded. "You are asking for too much.
As their lips connected, his longing for her intensified into a roaring lust. Grabbing her waist with both his hands, he pulled her firmly against his throbbing erection, eliciting a gasp from her. She had enamored him. So enamored that he couldn't imagine a life without her. He rubbed his cock against her stomach with unrestrained eagerness, letting her know how turned on he was by her, that she was so beautiful that only her one glimpse was enough to make him hard like some sex-deprived pervert. For him, she was the most beautiful woman on earth without a question and he was utterly captivated by her- heart, body, and soul. His demanding kiss turned her delerious, divesting her of her thinking cells. She was completely and utterly spellbound by him. The feel of his tongue plundering her mouth was euphoric. His touch triggered a series of explosive feelings inside her. Feelings that urged her to let go of her inhibitions and free fall into it. He broke the kiss several moments
She soon found herself sandwiched between the soft mattress and his hard body. Such a torturous place to be in. Every place his lips touched sent electric shivers racing through her. Her toes curled, her stomach clenched in response. His touch was accompanied by desperate need- she had never felt so wanted before. He caught her wandering hands and pulled them over her head in one swift motion. Surprised, she turned up her eyes to meet his gaze only to forget to breathe. His eyes were dark with desire, smoldering with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. She lowered her gaze, too nervous to hold his stare.He bent his face, brushing his lips lightly against her. "Tell me you want this," he whispered in his velvety voice. As desperate as he was, he wouldn't take her without her consent. If she said no, he would withdraw even if it would kill him to do that. But he would never hurt her for his pleasure. "Would you stop if I said no?" she asked, staring bashfully at his chest. He
Dante was outside, discussing the issue with the mechanic while she remained in the waiting room, watching him through the glass. This man had blown her away. Who could have guessed the man with a cold exterior could be so wild and intense from inside The ache between her legs still lingered, a constant reminder of their passionate entanglement. She upturned her hands to study the bruises on her wrists. They had formed due to the friction against his belt every time she struggled against it. Her lips curved into an involuntary smile as she recalled how controlling and dominating he had been with her. An unstoppable force that can't be tamed. "Come," her head snapped upward to find him standing over her. His hand was outstretched for her. She put her hand in his and rose to her feet. The woman winced at the sudden burst of pain between her legs. His arms came around her waist to hold her. "What happened?" he enquired, looking worried. She shook her head, smiling gently, and ducked
"Your suspicion was right. He was in Australia," Peter, her detective, confirmed. The words hung in the air as she struggled to process them. Despite the inkling brewing in Maya's mind for weeks, the revelation struck her like a lethal bullet, knocking the air out of her lungs. She tightly clutched her chair's arms as her head began to spin. Dread consumed her. Only one question raged in her mind- why was he in Australia? Was he following her? "Where is he now?" it took all her strength to utter the words. She felt utterly weak. "He vanished again with no trace," Peter disclosed with a sigh, prompting dread to twist painfully in her guts. His features softened instantly as he noticed her horrified countenance and assured her, "But don't worry, I'll get to him no matter where he is hiding." Despite her struggle, a tear still escaped her eye. Even a momentary flash of her past was enough to trigger her panic. She wiped away her tears and schooled her countenance. Putting on a neutral
"So will you come?" Dante asked, his eyes fixed on her as her fingers danced across her phone's screen. "Maya?" he called her after receiving no response. "huh?" Maya glanced up, confused, clearly having missed whatever he’d said. "I was asking if you would be coming to picnic?" he repeated patiently. "When?" she asked. "Tomorrow," he answered. She responded with a thoughtful nod. "Is it only us?" she questioned. "I just told you, my whole family will be there including Carlos, Eviana, and Rosemary," he told her, slightly annoyed by her lack of attention. She chewed on her lips as she pondered over the information. "I don't think your family would want me to join," she shared her concern. "Their will doesn't matter. I want you to.." a sharp ping interrupted him, her gaze darted down, and in an instant, her attention was pulled away. She was again typing. He watched her, his mouth curving into a frown as she shifted her entire focus to her phone. "I'll go and sleep,"
"Stop. Anyone can come in," she stopped his hand that was about to slip into her skirt.Pulling her closer by her waist, he pecked her lips and murmured seductively against her soft lips, "No one's coming in until I am done with you." She had stopped by his office to give him his lunch but instead of focusing on food, he was planning to feast on her.The prey was caged between the desk and his solid body. "I've to go. I am already running late," she twisted in his arms to get free but his grip was as firm as of Iron."Not until I get what I want," asserting that, he freed his hand and cupped her warm core. She responded with a resigned sigh. He wasn't going to free her until he got what he wanted from her. "Do you never get tired of it?" she asked as he shoved his fingers into her panties. He smirked devilishly and pressed his thumb against her clit. "Can someone get tired of breathing?" he whispered against her lips, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and finger. She mo
Maya splashed icy water across her face, the sudden chill searing her skin. Closing her eyes, she leaned over the countertop, breathing heavily. His monstrous face flashed suddenly, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, quivering with dread. With his face, rushed back all those horrifying memories that still haunted her nights. There were higher chances of that being a co-incident. Paulo was a common name. But still, she couldn't help but feel on edge. Only his name was enough to set her off into a whirl of terror.After spending a few moments in the bathroom, she came out and locked eyes with Miguel who was waiting for her. "You okay?" he questioned in concern as he noticed her paled face. She nodded in response while walking back to her seat. "Do you need something?" she asked, lifting the glass of water from the table. "Umm.... my friend's wedding is coming up and I am not sure what to gift her. She is a woman and you are a woman too. I thought I could ask you
She gave long, deliberate licks from top to bottom, hardening him even more. After teasing the head for a few moments, her wet, warm mouth closed around his gland, and just like that, the world fell away for him. His head tipping back, eyes closing on their own and his Adam's apple bobbing with a suppressed sigh. Lightly squeezing his ballsacks, she swallowed more of him, causing the man to tremble uncontrollably. On impulse, he grabbed the back of her head and thrusted it into her mouth. A satisfied sigh tore through his chest as he felt the back of her throat pressed against his cock. She was just the right kind of warm. Hell broke loose when she began deepthroating him. Up and down, her saliva thickly coated his shaft, dripping off its end. She then licked the base of his cock, her tongue teasing him ruthlessly. She let out a lustful moan that vibrated through his cock, making him unravel without warning. Her mouth flooded with his cum as he climaxed inside her mouth. She swallowe
"I believe her," he declared. His powerful voice cutting through the clamor. Maya's eyes moistened with gratitude and relief. A heavy silence settled over the air until Rosemary expressed her disapproval. "On what basis? We have evidence against her," Rosemary asserted. Dante turned his face towards her, his tall stature casting a formidable shadow, his steely gaze threatening to cut through the petite old woman. "Anyone can hide the bottle inside her room. That's not an evidence," he countered. "Why would anyone do that?" she argued, making it sound as if his explanation was utter nonsense. Dante's eyes darkened with calculated malice. "Exactly. Why would anyone do that?" he threw her words back on her, his tone suspicious as he advanced a step towards her. Rosemary backed away in response. She let out a sigh of resignation. "You are not getting it, child. No one has a problem with her but she has a problem with Eviana. She is jealous of her. You yourself heard her telling
"You do realize what you are saying?" Dante seethed, sounding enraged. The maid nervously clasped her hands together."I told you what I saw, sir," she murmured meekly, eyes locked on the floor. "I..I went to the kitchen. But I didn't do anything," Maya explained, eyes slightly tearing up. "Explain why you went to the kitchen then?" Rosemary enquired Maya, adopting an accusatory tone. Her glare unnerving. "No one will question her," Dante thundered, fixing Rosemary with an icy glare. Rosemary was taken off guard by his tone. "She can go wherever the hell she wants. I will not have you or anyone question her," Dante made it clear in strict terms. Maya had warm tears running down her cheeks. The way he came to her defense despite the accusation had moved something inside her deeply. "The maid has explained everything," Rosemary countered, clearly displeased by his rudeness."She said she was the last person to enter the kitchen. It explains nothing," he snapped. Rosemary's featur
"What happened?" Maya questioned, her gaze lingering on him—he looked like he was lost in thought, preoccupied with something."Someone poisoned her in our house. It had never happened before," he shared his concern. Maya was just as bothered by the revelation. She was utterly shocked to see Eviana lying out and cold on the floor. Her body had begun to turn blue, leaving no doubt about the virulence of the poison. "Who could have done it?" she wondered out loud. Every servant had a fondness for Eviana; she had noticed it herself. If there was anyone they didn't like, it was her. Poisoning Eviana didn't make sense. "I don't know but. But I have to figure it out somehow before something worse happens," he responded with a clenched jaw. He had to catch the perpetrator at any cost. "Maybe someone put them to the task," she guessed. There must have been a reason. Servants wouldn't dare take such a step without support. "Could be," he agreed before meeting her eyes and cradling her fac
"Mr. Diaz is here to see you," his PA told him, making him frown in confusion. There was no mention of his visit in his schedule. "Escort him in," he instructed the PA. The PA disappeared promptly and a moment later, Mr. Diaz showed up at his doorway. Their eyes met, exchanging silent acknowledgments. He rose to his feet out of respect and moved forward to greet him. Shaking hands, he uttered, "I wasn't expecting you but it's great to see you, Mr. Diaz." "I hope I haven't interrupted your schedule," Pablo responded solemnly. "Of course, not. Please, have a seat," he replied, gesturing towards the chair. Mr. Diaz murmured a thank you and lowered himself in the chair. Even though the older man carried a solemn demeanor, Dante knew just how fun-loving and exuberant he was. His daughter had fondly shared tales of his fun-loving side. Who could have guessed this stoic man once willingly fell into a pit only to spare his daughter the embarrassment of having slipped in first? "I learne