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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 11.
Chapter 11.Rosealba stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back with an intensity that mirrored the raging storm within her. Clutching her manuscript, her knuckles whitened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, unveiling her inner turmoil. She drew in a deep breath, attempting to summon the confidence that seemed to elude her. Straightening her posture, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder. “You can do this,” she whispered to her reflection, forcing a smile that failed to mask the uncertainty in her eyes. This was her moment, her opportunity to ascend the literary ladder. The thoughts of losing loomed over her, threatening to shatter her dreams of joining the esteemed Noble Writers firm. She could not afford rejection at the moment. This was her only hope. Her only dream. The sudden vibration of her phone jolted her from her reverie. Retrieving her phone from the pocket of her cream-colored coat—a garment that exuded an elegance that her face didn'
Last Updated : 2024-12-26His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 12.
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 12. Drystan moved with quiet confidence, grabbing the plump man by the collar. The motion was almost gentle, but the fear in the man’s eyes revealed the searing heat of Drystan’s grip. He trembled like a child caught in the jaws of a predator.For a moment, Rosealba’s fear dissolved entirely, replaced by a fluttering warmth deep in her chest. Drystan wasn’t just a savior; he was a force of nature, a storm that broke through her loneliness and fear in one decisive sweep. Her savior was a monster if only she knew. A monster that took life without chances. As the man whimpered and begged, Drystan’s piercing gaze found hers, making sure that there was no bruise on her body. His eyes were sharp, yet beneath their coldness, Rosealba saw something she hadn’t expected: relief— that she was safe. In that moment, she knew she was safe—not just from these men, but from the shadows of her past that had haunted her for far too long.Drystan’s eyes darted back to th
Last Updated : 2024-12-27His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 13.
Chapter 13. Drystan exhaled. An almost invisible exhale. “You have been standing for long. Does your leg hurt?” His eyes narrowed down to her legs and she pressed them together. Drystan reached to her fresh feet but she took a step backward before he could grip her leg. For the fear that her confused body would react to something as tiny as the graze of his finger. Drystan stared up at her. “Doesn't it hurt?” Rosealba shook her head, slowly and he nodded getting up on his feet. He picked her nylon from the floor and walked over to the passenger seat.“I will drop you home,” he informed throwing the door open. A smile stretched at the corner of Rosealba’s lips and happiness followed. “Thank you.” She appreciated it and walked into the car, her face beaming with smiles. Drystan smiled at her very childish act. She was pure, almost too pure to be called his woman. But nobody complimented her like him. She was all his. The ride to her house was silent. Rosealba settled into the
Last Updated : 2024-12-27His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 14.
Chapter 14. Drystan stared at his violent jerking cock. “Fuck….” He cursed. A low deep curse. “Couldn't you stay calm?” the question was the most rhetorical question he had asked in years. Calm? Calm was never a word to use in a sentence that explained his desire for Rosealba. With another lady, he could stay calm, he could dismiss them even before they got down on their knees, but with Rosealba he could never stay calm. His desire for Rosealba can not be compared to any random lady who has warned his bed. Since the moment his eyes crossed her direction, his desire for her began to grow, superseding greater heights that only his desire for killing ever reached. His desire to own, possess dominate, and fuck her was great, greater than his urge to taste the blood of his every inherited enemy.His hand moved against his cock, very slowly that he could feel the pleasure coursing through him—his mind filled with images of her tiny little hands stroking his cock as gently as he was doin
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“Why did you do that?” Lowel thundered, pacing the room like a caged animal. His eyes burned with fury.“Do what?” Stephanie asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised a brow, feigning ignorance. Lowel stopped abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides as he glared at her. He was trembling, trying to contain the anger coursing through him.“Why did you manipulate your way into the firm and have them screen Rosealba off?” Stephanie tilted her head, feigning thought. “Oh. That.” A scoff escaped her lips. She reached for the glass of wine on the table, sipping leisurely before placing it back. Crossing one leg over the other, she shrugged. “She deserves it.”Lowel’s jaw tightened. His glare deepened, sharp enough to cut through steel. “You had no right,” he growled.Stephanie’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “No right? What do you care?”“I care,” Lowel snapped, his voice rising. As much as he hated Rosealba for her innocence he saw her work for that position. “I care because
Last Updated : 2024-12-30His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 16.
Rosealba’s grip tightened on her phone as she struggled not to rip it off her ear and end the call. Her knuckles turned white, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thudded painfully against her ribs.“Come home,” the receiver from the other end commanded. The voice carried an undercurrent of unspoken concern, but it felt to Rosealba like a cage waiting to trap her— to trap her into being Don’s sex toy.“Home?” Rosealba scoffed, batting her lashes and blinking back the unwelcome tears. They pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. But tears were a weakness she couldn’t afford. Not now.“Home,” she repeated, her voice brittle with disbelief. She let out a soft, bitter laugh that escaped her lips like shattered glass.“Where is home? The place in Poland that seems rather so distinct? The place in Poland that leaves no freedom? The place in Poland that steals the little peace I have? Is that what you call home?”Each word cracked like a whip, slicing through the ai
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 17.
Chapter 17.Drystan walked into Rosealba’s store, his presence, like he was the freakking owner, his presence yielding and commanding. Of course, he was in charge—in charge of the owner of the store and the store itself. But there was something off. The warmth that the store exuded was missing. It was not covered in the usual feeling of peace and serenity, it felt cold and deprived of everything that made it peaceful, yet nothing was missing or absent from its position, aside from Rosealba of course. He took a step further, very cautious and of course scanning the entire room with his watchful eyes. Almost immediately. His eyes found his sunshine. On her white couch, she sat, her head bent. Her body didn't move, but her shoulders shook slightly, almost invisibly, but he could tell. Her fist tightened around her hair, squeezing and pulling on it the same way he desired to squeeze and fist on her hair when he would fit his cock into her beautiful and willing creamy self. The invisib
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 18.
Chapter 18. Roselba’s body shuddered at the hardness of his palm against her cheeks. She bit on her lower lips, looking everywhere aside from his face. “Look at me.” His voice soft yet commanding directed her doe eyes to his, and every freaking nerve in his body jubilated at the spark that glistened through her blurry doe eyes. This obsession was daring— too daring that he feared he might lose himself to the voice in his head that was daring him to carry every freaking desire that boiled through him. Drystan leaned closer, so close that their face was barely inches away from each other. Rosealba’s breath hitched at the closeness of his face against hers. Her pussy throbbed at the whiff of his cologne, developing sudden breaths of its own as Drystan’s hot breath fanned her cheeks. “What…” her voice trailed off as Drystan pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her at once. She stood still, frozen by his action but her inner churned and her legs wobbled as his closeness stirred a h
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Chapter 93. The breakfast had been filled with warmth. All through the room echoed with shared laughter and instant joy.Rosealba had also learned some things about Drystan. He was a man of few words around everybody, she was just an exception. While they eat in utter hanomy, her worries and suspicions about Drystan and Lina fade before she can even think of it. She had learned that Drystan and Lina were the best of siblings while growing up because they were what was left for each other, but they hardly ever agreed to the same thing. The meal had ended with Drystan allowing Lina to steal Rosealba away, after all, she was the reason he picked Florence as his proposed venue. He was a man to figure. He would always figure out things, even if not said. He had seen the look of longing In Rosealba’s eyes—one that he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried. Somewhere around the house, in a spacious room that was bathed in a soft golden glow, ceiling-to-floor window draped in sheer,
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Chapter 92.Rosealba’s lashes fluttered as she stared up at Drystan with big doe eyes, her tongue subconsciously licking over her lower lips in case of any remnant. Drystan’s jaws tightened but he slipped his semi harder cock into his pants, taking a step closer to her.His hand gripped her cheek and he cupped her chin into his palm.“You were a good girl.” He applauded in a tone that dripped with rich accolades. Rosealba's inner churned at the compliment and she flashed him a smile.Their moment of flirting bliss was suddenly interrupted as silence faded into the voice of the deep commotion outside the door. Before any could swing into action the door opened and….The air stilled and their breath hitched. The world shrank, reducing to just the three of them. Oh… four. Red hair, slim thick, 5’8 feet angel clad in a white dress and black tank coat halted at the sight that welcomed her in. Her breath hitched and her eyes moved from Drystan to Rosealba who was still kneeling on the
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Chapter 91.“Heavens!!!!!Drystan rasped as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. His muscle clenched, coiled like a predatory poised to pounce.“Urghhhhh!!” His deep voice reverberated through the chill air. And he threw his head backward for some seconds before bringing it back, letting his gaze drop on Rosealba's face. His breath hitched, uneven, and ragged.He ran his tongue against his lower lips his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled himself halfway out of her mouth and slammed his entire length back into her mouth in one goal. Rosealba's body clenched. Hot scorching tears burnt the brim of her eyes as they widened as she felt the cap of his cock pressing against her lungs. She raised a teary gaze to meet his and heavens! He looked dreamily handsome with lips parted, and eyes heavy with pleasure. Drystan’s hand twitched around her hair. “You are so good… your mouth feels so good around my cock, sunshine.” Eager yet restrained fingers curled around her hair as he beg
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Chapter 90.Rosealba’s lips curled and she licked seductively on her lower lips, sparing him a teasing wink. Drystan’s muscle clenched and he stared hungrily at her. His voice, deep and husky, rumbled through the air like a thunder strike. “Nasty slut.”Rosealba winked, sticking her tongue out. The action sent a shiver across Drystan’s spine and he got on his feet immediately, yanking her up by the wrist and slamming her roughly against his body in one swift move. A soft gasp escaped her lips. She placed her finger on his bare chest, tapping her finger gently on his callused chest and letting him feel the electrifying effect while staring deep into his eyes. Drystan’s fist tightened and gritted. Their eyes darkened, and he stared at her at her for longer than two seconds, looking dangerously hot. “You do not want to cry? Do you?”Rosealba stared up at him, her lips curling into a deadly seductive smile. “Crying is inevitable, Drystan. As long as I am crying on you.” Drystan
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Chapter 89.Rosealba woke up the next morning, her body aching, her pussy sore from the relentless passion of the previous night. A low groan slipped past her lips as she stretched against the plush bed, her limbs weak yet sated. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between her thighs.She reached for the other side of the bed, her fingers brushing against emptiness. Her brows knitted as she patted the space where Drystan should have been. A flicker of disappointment coiled in her chest. She swallowed hard and attempted to sit up, but the sharp ache between her legs reminded her exactly why her body felt so weak.“Monster,” she cursed in Polish, though the word lacked venom. Instead, a ghost of a smile danced on her lips as last night’s memories flooded her mind.The lavish rooftop restaurant in Florence, the candlelit ambiance casting golden hues over Drystan’s impossibly handsome features. The way he had gazed at her, the intensity
