He forcefully moved his fractured arm and lifted the cover for her. She understood his gesture and didn't waste a moment to join him on his bed and slip under the cover. Her fear had overshadowed her reasons. "Nightmare?" he asked, observing her trembling body. She was bathed in sweat and her red-rimmed eyes still had traces of tears. She nodded, absently staring down at the cover. Her eyes shifted to his hand as he wrapped it around hers. She raised her gaze to his face and searched but found no trace of pain. "It was just a nightmare. You are fine," he assured her. Now that she was with him, not even the devil himself could cause her any harm. She stared into her eyes and felt peace slowly taking over her anxious heart. The warmth his eyes emanated had become her source of comfort. His arms her safe heaven. A teardrop fell down her eye as she held his tender gaze. She had locked her emotions deep down in her heart knowing no one cared. But she didn't know why just one look from
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
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