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
He was too damn needy to play gentle right now. "So fucking sexy, baby," he growled in her ear. He was obsessed with her, totally and irrevocably. Grabbing her generous hips, he pushed her firmly against his groin and ground his cock fervently into her ass. She needed to take accountability for what she was doing to him. They grunted and sighed, losing themselves in the deep, exhilarating pleasure. He teased her clit while dry-humping her from behind. Juices began to trickle out of her hole. "You make me so hard and needy," he grunted, as if tortured by her. She moaned in response. His dirty talk was making her wetter. Separating her legs with his thigh, he began grinding his thigh against her dripping pussy. "Oh God," she moaned, dizzy with pleasure. The fabric of his trousers was rubbing so deliciously against her sensitive bud that she couldn't suppress her moan. "So fucking wet, baby," he groaned, fighting his control. His trouser was soaked in her sweet juices. Quickl
With every moment they shared, his need to claim her intensified. His longing for her had now transformed into an all-consuming possessiveness, one that clouded his sanity. Now, the mere thought of her being with someone else was enough to make his blood boil. Her soulful eyes, tantalizing lips, and intoxicating voice had captured him, turning him into a sex fanatic. Every time their eyes crossed paths, he would burn hotter with desire. The man who couldn't care less about people and relationships was now utterly spellbound by a woman, his every thought, every fantasy was consumed by him. He let his finger glide down the bridge of her nose, finally resting on her plumpy lips as he gazed at her beautiful face, utterly tranced by her beauty. His thumb traced the curve of her lips, their addicting taste still lingering in his memory. She was lost in her dreamland and he was lost in her. Her lips were slightly parted, releasing soft snores that made him chuckle. She was adorable. Bringin
Maya's instincts were telling her something was off. Yesterday night, Dante's parents had called him. Their wedding anniversary was tomorrow and they were throwing a lavish party. They had also invited her which was bizarre. Mrs. Martinez had invited her personally and insisted she attended with Dante. Dante had also insisted, believing socialising would do her good. Ignoring the nagging feeling, she briskly dusted off the imaginary dirt from her gown and retreated a step to assess her appearance in the mirror. She resembled her former self in this classy blue gown- the shadow under her eyes had diminished, her heart-shaped face appeared fuller and she no longer looked malnourished. Leaning closer to the mirror, the woman scrutinized her makeup. She had put on makeup for the first time in what felt like forever. There was a time when she was obssessed with make up. Her collection included all the high-end brands and she even had perfumes custome-made for her. She was so spoiled. But
Dante was tempted to hold her hand and let her know she wasn't alone but he resisted. He knew an impulsive move from him could spark scandals around her. He had been linked with several celebrities in the past only for sharing mere space. People were obsessed with his dating life, to know who makes this cold CEO's heart throb, and the media never spared a chance to play on their obsession. He balled his hand into a fist and walked ahead of her. They were going in through the back door. Even though there was no media to capture them, there were people. Maya surveyed the sophisticated decor that successfully conveyed the lavish nature of the party. She was led to the grandest hall of the hotel where the celebration was being held. Her nervousness spiked up as they approached the entrance. Her mind churning with questions. Do they still remember? She had left a big scandal in her wake. On the other side of the threshold was a world she had long dissociated herself with. The world where
She followed him to a quiet corridor, bereft of human presence. He paused in the middle of the passageway and turned off the light, plunging the space into darkness. "What happened?" she asked, having picked on his bitter mood. She approached him in quick steps when he didn't answer, her brows furrowed in worry. "Is everything.." her voice was cut off as he yanked her by her throat, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes grew large with utter shock upon meeting his gaze. His eyes were swirling with a violent rage, cutting through him like sharp blades. "What were you two talking about?" he demanded, his voice deranged into a dangerous growl. She shivered, scared but aroused too. "About you," she answered submissively. "Did you tell him about us?" he questioned, his face creeping closer. She shook her head. He clenched his jaw as if her response had displeased him. Gripped by a sudden burst of jealousy, he captured her lips in a demanding, possessive kiss. It wasn't a gentle
His dad gaped at her for a long moment, his face awash with disbelief. However, the shock soon morphed into bitter anger. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he gritted out, his eyes narrowing into slits, cutting through her like sharp blades. His hostile tone prompted her to recoil, tears pooled in her eyes. Dante's hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could retreat further. Mr. Diaz's gaze snapped to their joined hands. His brows furrowed together in confusion. "She is with me," Dante declared, his tone edged with steel. Maya craned her neck to look at him. A stern expression clouded his features. Mr. Diaz's gaze flickered between them as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing."Do you have no shame left in you?" Mr Diaz reprimanded Maya, his icy glare so vehement, it could freeze her to spot. "Don't talk to her like that," he expressed his disapleasure. He didn't care he was her father, no one had the right to demean her. No one. "Mr. Martinez, have you forgo
The sunroof slid back, revealing a jet-ink sky dotted with stars.She admired the cosmic sight and whispered, "Beautiful." Dante turned his eyes to her, bewitched by the serene smile that graced her lips. She stood up and closed her eyes, savoring the rush of cool air against her skin. The locks of her hair dancing in the wind, framing a face that radiated joy and thrill. As he watched her, a fierce emotion welled up in his chest. He was enchanted. Angel. She was an angel, oppressed by the world but still untainted by its malevolence. She was the manifestation of his dreams. He was tempted to grab her face and kiss the life out of her but at the same time, he wanted her to savor the moment. So he ignored his temptation and stepped on it, turning his car into a racing machine to make the experience more thrilling for her. The road was empty, leading to God knows where. "Stop," she shouted in excitement. Dante shot a confused look before slowing his car. As soon as the car stopped,
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
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