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,
She stared at him as he remained asleep. She was torn between her mind and her heart. Her heart was urging her to tell him everything but her mind was filled with doubts. How would she tell him that Paulo has her private pictures? It felt too shameful to share.After Paulo hung up on her, she called him several times again but he didn't answer. She was waiting for him to call her again so that they could trace her location. And the moment his location is traced, it will be over for him. She reached out with her hand and interlaced their fingers, her eyes never leaving his striking face. She knew she was way too rude with him tonight and the guilt of it sat heavily on her chest. Sin woke up to find her side of the bed empty. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his messy hair while looking around for her. A few moments later, the door flung open, and walked in Maya, carrying a tray of coffee. Her face split into a wide grin as soon as her gaze landed on him. "Good morning," she ch
"Earth calling, Maya. Do you copy?" Miguel teased, waving his hand in front of her face. Maya blinked, her eyes refocusing as she snapped out of her thoughts. "Sorry, what?" she asked, meeting his amused gaze. "I was wondering if you've prepared the papers for presentation," he said, unfazed by her lack of attention. "Yeah. It's done. I'll share it with you right away," she replied. "No need. I want you to present it today," he told her. Maya shot him a look of confusion. "Your dad will be presiding over the meeting. So make sure you impress him," he advised her, an encouraging smile on his face. Maya felt a tightness gripping her chest as memories of that night surfaced. The rift in her relationship with her dad had deepened when she left with Dante the following morning. Her dad didn't want her to go back but staying away from Dante was excruciatingly painful. "Hmm," Maya responded with a small smile. Even with little preparation, the presentation was a success. She was, no d
Dante gazed down at his angel, a soft smile curving his lips. Gently, he wrapped a lock of her silky hair around his finger, twirling it absentmindedly. A few months ago, if someone had dared to tell him this moment would be real—that he would have her by his side—he might have laughed bitterly or even snapped their jaw for mocking his feelings. He still, sometimes, couldn't believe she was really here. He recalled the day she had suddenly appeared before his car. It was impossible to recognize her, as her face was caked in dirt, her clothes torn, and her eyes closed. She looked completely different from her earlier self, but something in him recognized her despite her disheveled state. He was utterly shocked and distraught to find her like that. But they were past those days. Now that they were together, he was determined to fill her life with love and happiness. He had already prepared her divorce papers and the day he would find Paulo, he'd make him sign the paper so that he could
Eviana bristled as she saw them together, walking in through the door, hand in hand. Her fists clenched, jealousy burning through her veins.For a brief moment, her eyes met Maya's. The frown on Eviana's mouth quickly curved into a smile, but Maya responded with cold indifference. She wasn't going to get fooled by her fakeness any longer."I am so happy you came back," Eviana approached them, speaking in a sickly sweet voice. "This is my home. Of course, I was coming back," Maya responded curtly, not buying her lies. From today on, she was going to trust her instincts. Eviana's smile hardened. "Of course, of course. The way you left, I thought you wouldn't come back until Dante had ground his nose to your feet," she joked before coming to a stop in front of her and continuing, "Please, forget about everything that happened. I can understand how embarrassed you must have felt while apologizing to me. In honesty, I also didn't like Dante's forci." She stopped to gauge her reaction. "
Dante stood taller, his piercing eyes firmly locked on her as she descended the stairs. "Come home with me," his silent command rang clearly in the air, his stare unwavering."I am staying here tonight," she answered, her voice cold. Dante's jaw tightened in strong disapproval. "Why?" he gritted out, his voice low and dangerous. "This is her home. She doesn't need your permission to stay here," Mr. Diaz cut in. "This is not her home," Dante asserted, gaze still locked with her. Maya looked away, breaking their eye contact. "You better leave now. I will not come with you," she refused, folding her arms over her chest as if protecting herself. Though her voice was persistent, the furrow in her brows betrayed the conflict brewing beneath her calm facade. She avoided eye contact with him, afraid she might give in to his demand if she did. "Stop acting like a child and come with me," Dante insisted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Don't make me call guards, Dante," Mr. Diaz war
"What's wrong with her?" Katty had written below the pictures she had shared with Dante over the chatting app.It was pictures of Maya and a man whose face wasn't clear. The photos were taken from behind the man, with only Maya’s face visible as he carried her in his arms. Dante burned with jealousy. His eyes burned holes through the screen as he struggled to suppress his rage. He didn't respond to Katty, instead, he called Maya. She didn't answer, further fueling his anger.Seething, he stormed out of his office and drove to hers. .......Maya was surprised to learn that Dante had come to see her. Despite her craving to see him, she told her P.A to not let him in. The bruise he had inflicted on her ego was still fresh and hurting. Despite her clear instruction, the door of her room flew open a few moments later, startling her. She looked up to find him stalking toward her. His face- a mask of pure rage. She got to her feet, feeling intimidated by the oppressive aura he exuded. "Wh
"You okay?" Miguel questioned after noticing her dour mood. "I am good," Maya answered flatly. Her lips pursed by suppressed fury. "Alright. Get up. We have somewhere to be," Miguel prompted her. Maya frowned. "Where to? You didn't say anything about going anywhere" she asked"It was last minute," he stated. Maya drew a sigh before getting to her feet. He hadn't stopped calling and messaging her since morning. But her anger hadn't eased a bit. Actually, she was more hurt than angry. She cut yet another call and followed Miguel out. She was determined to not forgive him this easily. He pulled over in front of a restaurant. They took their seat at the table in the corner. "Who are we meeting?" Maya questioned, drawing out her tab from the bag to jot down notes. "They'll be here any minute," Miguel said, taking a quick glance at his watch. Maya nodded while Miguel beckoned a waiter."Two drinks for us," he ordered. Maya didn't object. She was also craving something strong to fo
"Don't try me," he warned her, adopting a tone he had never used with her before. Maya was stunned, heartbroken. "What's wrong with you?" Maya retorted, not able to understand why he was being such a jerk to her. Dante let out an exasperated sigh. "Just apologize to Eviana," he said. "I won't," Maya refused outrightly. Dante clenched his jaw. "It's okay. I don't want any apology. Just don't fight on my account," Eviana interrupted. "She has slapped you. It's not a trivial matter. The least you deserve is an apology," Katty asserted, giving dirty eye to Maya. Dante took an angry stride towards her, his huge frame dwarfing hers. "Don't push it, Maya. Just do as I say," he gritted out. He loved her but he wouldn't support her where she was wrong. She needed to take responsibility for her mistakes. "Watch your tone with me," Maya seethed, not backing out. "And you want her to run this house with you. She is immature, who can't take responsibility for her own actions," Katty punct
"Come in," she answered, her tone tinged with mild annoyance at the interruption. A man came in, carrying a large bouquet of roses. She got up from her chair, confused. The man extended the bouquet towards her. She stared at the bouquet, hesitant to take it."This is for you," he clarified, noticing her hesitation. "For me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. She took the bouquet and began searching for a note. There it was nestled among the crimson blossoms. A knowing smile spread across her face as she realized who the sender was. "I'll take my leave," the man said. She nodded absently, her entire focus centered on the card. She opened the note, and her smile grew into a full-blown grin as she read it: "I Love You," in all caps. She gently brushed her fingers over the letters, her heart blooming like those flowers. You are my heaven. It is a simple sentence but deep enough to stir butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't stop smiling as she read and reread his confession. Bringi