Before she could understand, his lips were on hers. It was an unplanned, raw expression of desire burning just beneath his skin. The intensity was conveyed promptly as her eyes fluttered close in sweet surrender. He passionately moved his lips over hers, leaving her dizzy with desire. Raw and fervent, he kissed her without inhibitions. It felt as though their lips had collided in an explosion of passion. Teeth grazed lips, she didn't delay kissing him back, letting him know he wasn't the only one burning in the inferno of longing. She was breathless and delirious when he released her mouth. His eyes were transfixed on her face while hers remained closed as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wild locks were curtaining her face, her cheeks were adorned with a faint blush, her lips were swollen and red. She looked ravished and he wasn't sorry. If anything, he longed to steal her breath like this every day.She opened her eyes to meet his. He caught something different in her blue sa
The woman closed the door and leaned against it. Raising her light trembling hand, she clutched her chest to calm her racing heart. A whirlwind of emotions stirring deep within her, the warmth of his lips still lingered on hers. Her mouth curved into a smile of its own as she replayed the moment in her head. Now instead of calming down, her heartbeat accelerated. Why would it not? She was still not over the masculine energy he had exuded while kissing her. She hadn't expected him to be this passionate, this wild. And his eyes....she struggled to breathe as she recalled the fiery intensity in his eyes. His smoldering gaze had melted her into a pool of water. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue and ran it over her lips, feeling the bruises he had rewarded her with. He was ferocious. Climbing onto her bed, she buried her face into her pillow. grinning hard. It was certain, sleep wasn't going to come to her now. The sun was already up and Vincent would be awake in a few hours anywa
A pang pierced her heart as she helped him. She didn't like the sight of him bound to a wheelchair. She preferred him standing on his feet, towering over others with his tall stature. She had never met a man who could match his grace. She vividly remembered her first impression of him. The man had effortlessly dominated the entire room with his powerful presence. The mighty authority he radiated in the party had left her on edge. That had also influenced her decision. Back then she couldn't imagine marrying someone with such a commanding personality. His overpowering masculine energy had scared her. And his reserved nature had only solidified her decision. Back then she was just a girl who liked boys, not men. And he was a man- through and through. But now she was mesmerized by him. His imposing demeanor and authoritative voice ignited her desire without an effort. It wasn't just his dazzling looks or rugged physique but the way he carried himself; with confidence and poise that drew
He withdrew abruptly, leaving her unfulfilled and craving for more. His mouth curved into a playful smirk as he reclined in his chair, his eyes overflowing with unbridled lust as they roamed over her body as if he were entitled to do so. Maya unconsciously clenched her thighs, feeling heat leaking from her core. Sitting with the regal air of a King, he looked impossibly tempting. She felt like a powerless slave at the mercy of her owner. "Kiss me," he commanded her in his deep, authoritative voice. Gone was the cold, reserved Dante Martinez she knew, this man was a dangerous blend of power and seduction. Her body responded instinctively and before she knew it she was chasing his mouth like a woman starving for a lover's touch. A profound sense of exhilaration tore through her veins as she pressed her mouth to his. His lips were soft and in contrast to his personality. He didn't torment her anymore and reciprocated, turning their gentle kiss into a rough, demanding mouth-fu
Maya knew something inside her was changing. Every moment spent with Dante was healing a part of her. His warmth and care filling cracks in her broken soul. His very presence seemed to bring a calming tranquility to her restless heart. Smiling, she lifted Vincent and spun him around, causing the baby to burst into soft giggles. His charcoal grey eyes reminded her of his father. She was certain this little angel was growing up to be a heartbreaker just like his dad. She hoped he would also inherit his dad's traits and become a good person. "I hope you are not going to be as naughty as your dad," she told the little one, grinning. That man had her blushing like crazy. She had never taken Dante for a teasing type much less naughty but he had surprised her. And boy she was surprised. It was impossible to reconcile this Dante with the one she had met at the party. She didn't know which one was real but she liked this Dante real- the straightforward one. She decided to take the baby t
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
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