As the morning light streamed in through the partially drawn curtains, it gently danced behind his closed eyelids, gradually drawing him from his peaceful and deep slumber. Slowly opening his eyes, he frowned feeling a weight on his chest. Looking down, he found a mop of brown lock sprawled across his chest, her head nestled close to his chest. A fond smile lit up his face as he reached out and gently pushed away her wild strands to see her face. She was in a deep sleep. Her lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. His heart swelled with love as he marveled at her beauty. Unable to resist himself, he extended his hand and caressed her face with a feather-like touch. The room was filled with a serene quiet, letting him hear her deep and even breathing. In this moment, he felt as if everything he ever wished for was in his arms and he needed nothing more. He felt content. He knew he would cherish this moment forever, he would cherish her forever. As if se
"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
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
She bolted upright with a loud gasp. Her wide eyes darted frantically, struggling to pierce through the darkness. It was too dark to see anything. The chilly air shrouded her shivering body and the icy touch of the floor beneath her hinted that she was in danger. Her instincts "Where am I?' she whispered both in confusion and dread."You are finally in my clutches," a familiar voice answered. The voice echoed loudly in the quiet space. Just then with a sharp click, a bulb burst to life. The sudden flood of light assailed her vision, forcing her to squint against the glare. Her mouth went dry as she noticed him standing a few feet away. "Paulo," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. His nasty face twisted into a smug smirk, the jagged scar that disfigured his forehead catching the light. She stared at it momentarily, certain it was her doing. He took a predatory stride towards her. His aura exuded menace. "Did you really think you could escape me?
Eviana released a thick cloud of smoke into his face, her gaze dripping with disdain for his lower rank.Paulo coughed but dared not voice his objection."I should just kill you, shouldn't I? You've been more of a liability than an asset," Eviana remarked, her voice laced with boredom. It was evident she didn't even consider him a human. Paulo tensed up. A flicker of dread swept through his features before he lowered his gaze. "I have her in my grasp, ma'am. I assure you, you won't regret your decision," he assured her nervously. "You've been saying the same thing forever," she reminded him, raising a single brow. The man shrank back, her unwavering gaze holding him in place as she leaned forward over the table. "Your bitch is bothering me way too much. Put a leash on her or I'll give you a death your soul will never forget," she threatened, her voice low and menacing. Paulo nodded. Eviana got to her feet and left.Paulo glared furiously at the chair she occupied. His rage boili
"I can't come to work, I am sorry," she told Miguel over the phone, her voice heavy with grief. "Is everything okay?" Miguel asked, concerned. "Yeah, I just....I am not feeling well today," she said, hanging up before her voice could betray her. The woman let herself fall onto the mattress, her limbs refusing to hold her any longer.She is my bad Karma. I wish she hadn't been bornShe is going to be the reason for our deathThese were her dad's words. She overheard him telling them to her mother on the phone. Those biting remarks only cut deeper into her already wounded heart. Now even she couldn't understand why she was still breathing. Why endure so much pain when she can just leave it all behind and die? She should die. She had brought nothing but only pain and shame to those around her. Her father was right, she was indeed a curse who only bring bad luck to those who came near her. It would be better if she just ended herself. Dante. Life had been a merciless bitch, but it ha
Maya's phone buzzed and beeped, dragging her out of her slumber. With an annoyed groan, she rolled over, reaching for warmth that wasn't there. His side of the bed remained smooth and untouched, a silent confirmation that he hadn’t been here last night. She didn't realize when she fell asleep while waiting for him. Sitting up, she coiled her hair in a loose bun and reached for her phone. A crease formed between her brows as her eyes caught the slew of messages flooding her phone. She clicked open one to find a link inside. She opened the link. A wave of numbness washed over her as the video played. It was an intimate video of her. The video was mostly blurred except for her face. Only her face was clear while Dante's was blurred. She stared blankly, her mind struggling to process the unexpected blow. It was the same video they had shot on Dante's phone. The phone slipped from her quivering fingers, landing on her lap. Her chest constricted like a vice, denying her air. She gasped,
Maya steadied herself as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. It wasn't the first time, these spells had been bothering her for the past few days. She brushed it off, assuming it was just weakness, and clutching her bag, she walked into the upscale restaurant for the meeting. The delegates had not yet arrived, it irritated her as she had to cancel her date with Dante for this stupid meeting. Disappointment was evident in his face. She had felt so horrible. She was reviewing the clauses when she sensed someone sitting across from her. Assuming them to be the delegates, she looked up with a broad smile only to freeze in shock. It was him. Paulo. Sitting in front of her, looking right at her, flashing her his creepy grin. She blanked out. "Hi, wifey," he uttered, making her blood curdle. She was white as a ghost. "You've changed a lot," he assessed. His eye briefly flickered to her bosom, "have also gained weight..," he said, his eyes moving to meet hers. "Looks like you were
She stood over him, her hands moving slowly and deliberately over the firm planes of his back. Her fingers pressed firmly but gently, sliding in fluid strokes that followed the contours of his muscles. He let out a deep, guttural moan that sent a ripple of heat through her, her heartbeat quickening in response. A soft smile spread across her serene face, her hair tied in a loose, messy bun. A soft melody was playing in the background, creating an atmosphere of calm and intimacy."You've been carrying the weight of the world, haven't you?" she teased, her fingers pressing particularly into tense spots. He chuckled. "Feels like it," he murmured, groaning as her fingers worked magic over his shoulder. She felt him relaxing under her touch, the knots in his muscles coming loose. She smiled as she suddenly noticed the deep contrast in their color. Her porcelain hands gliding over his tanned back. The warmth of his skin under her touch and the peaceful quiet of the moment made the world o
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