Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Carlos marching out of the mansion. Standing at her window, she watched as he climbed into his car and wondered if they had continued arguing after she left. The way Carlos had stuck up for Dante, it was more than evident that they were very good friends. Reflecting on it now, she remembered Dante mentioning a friend during one of their date nights. She couldn’t recall the name, but she was now certain Dante had been talking about Carlos. They were best friends. Guilt would eat her alive if their friendship got ruined because of her. The unexpected sound of a knock startled her. She swiveled and waited for the person to come in but when no movement happened she asked the person to come in. The door opened a moment later, revealing him. Attired in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, he exuded an inescapable masculine energy. The suit hugging his muscular frame in all the right places. She drew in a breath. The man was so tall that if he st
"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
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