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His 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-29His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 15. Gifting Her His Cock.
“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
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 19.
Drystan sat on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the sprawling city beneath him illuminated by the night. The faint hum of the city of Rome couldn’t penetrate the glass, leaving him in an eerie silence that mirrored his thoughts. His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular, but his mind was on her—Rosealba. The woman that haunted his thoughts day and night. Rocco entered the room cautiously, his footsteps barely audible on the polished marble floor. He held a dossier in his hand, but he knew better than to speak first.Without turning, Drystan’s voice sliced through the silence. “My lord.” Rocco bowed.“This is the information you requested.”Drystan forward slightly picking up the glass of cup that contained a wine, from the table in front of him. He leaned back into his chair, still giving Rocco his back. His voice was a low growl that commanded obedience. “Tell me everything you’ve learned about Nobel Write.”Rocco cleared his throat and opened
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Drystan noticed the stiffness of her body and a knowing smile crept his lips. His eyes lingered on her body longer than a minute, noticing her failed attempt to turn to him. He brushed a finger at the bream of his nose, smiling inwardly at her mischief. Never had his guts ever lied to him. Her shadow, a reflection of a curvy captivating blonde at 5’7 feet had been enough for him to put everything together but he had still denied it willing to confirm his suspicions before announcing his heart a winner for always being right and, walking back here to meet her hooked against the bed still in her previous clothe spelled everything to him. He wasn't surprised, but there was a feeling of amusement that clogged him—he felt like he had discovered a dirty little secret about a lady whose appearance speaks nothing but Innocent. She sure as hell was one huge mischief guarding under the shelter of innocence and he had never been this curious to uncover something hidden. Drystan walked closer
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 39.
The moment Drystan stepped out of his room, he knew he had to slump somewhere and stroke this thirst out of his hungry cock or, he would be in his room in the twinkle of an eye, choking and slamming into Rosealba from behind. He didn't trust himself to stay in any room close to her or he would find himself running back to his room to fill her up and fuck her like he had never done to any woman before. His study had been the best place his mind blended to and he had walked hastily down there like he never did before. The moment Drystan got to his study room, he crashed into the black couch behind his big table, pulling his shirt across the room before a second could intervene and his cock bulged. Drystan breath hitched as he did away with his belt, pulling his brief down before another second could slice in. His cock bounced out, hard and veiny, it stretched smearing with precum. Drystan’s chest rosed, his breath uneven as the image of Rosealba licking on his precum spl
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 38.
“Here,” Drystan said, presenting Rosealba with the glass of juice and saving her from the embarrassment her hungry eyes had caused. She never thought she would ever be jealous of clothes but there she was ogling at clothes and wishing they didn't exist. Rosealba wore a smile, taking the glass from his hand. “Thank you.” She mouthed as she took the glasses to her lips, lowering her mouth to feel the glass against her lips before sipping never-ending the juice to quench the words that rose above her throat. Her eyes lingered through his body through the transparency of the glass. Wasn't it weird that her house, car, and the entire thing she worked on since her arrival to Italy got burnt and she just finished bawling her eyes out some hour ago only to desire to do something nasty with the man that came to save her? “The cup is empty, sunshine. Do you need more?” Rosealba jolted, pulling the cup away from her mouth. She wished the floor could open and swallow her because Drystan
His Deadly Obession. Chapter 37.
Drystan’s eyes lingered on the peacefully sleeping face of Rosealba, his mind constantly straying to the image of her wobbling self against his chest and the gentle crack of her words when she spoke about home. His muscles pinched at the image of her teary eyes and he trailed his knuckles down her soft cheeks, struggling to swallow down the guilt that dug its claws against his heart. A tiny part of him felt like a failure— a word that had never existed in the same sentence that carried his name— but the tiny little guilt squashed its claws at him, reminding him of many more battles of protection that were yet to come yet he was failing already. The thoughts of it had his jaws tightening, his pulse thudding rapidly against his ribcage. He should have protected her. He should have been there before the fire and saved her certificate and other essentials and also comforted her body soul and heart from slipping into worries. It was the most vulnerable she had been with him and somethin
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 36.
Rosealba took a step back, trying to steady herself from falling. Her leg wobbled and the distance her movement gave the burning house fastened by a fraction of an inch. With lips parted and eyes that held water as much as that of an ocean, she struggled to calculate. First, her light was turned off and second, the door to her house was opened, she… she had not even been at home since the day she went to the club with Lina. If the house wanted to burn on its own, she would have been back to meet perks of aches and not a burning house— someone was behind this. The thought of someone trying to kill her sent scorching terror across her veins and her heart panged in her chest. She sniffed back, taking steps away from the door. It was not time to be sentimental, it was time to be logical and... She should not be feeling sad, weak, or lonely she sniffed back the burning tears and reached for her bag, which she hung against her shoulder. She should put a call across to Lina to come be wit
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Lowel’s pace fastened as he walked around the room clearly meditating.Stephanie sat on the black couch, her right leg crossed over the left as she leaned her back into the chair, filing her nails and chewing ever so nonchalantly. “I knew that Rosealba girl was up to no good. Such a witch.” She spat in disgust, still filing he nails.Lowel's grip against his forehead tightened as he tried to distract himself from the disturbing words of Stephane, grimacing with nagging thoughts of what next to do. At the moment it was not about talks. He needed to profound solution on how to get Rosealba back or he would be doomed. “I can not believe she was never a blond….”“Shut up!” Lowel snapped. “Just. Shut. Up.” he spelled out underneath his gritted teeth. Stephnie flinched, her filer falling off her hand. She stared at Lowel, but his eyes were gleaming with rage. She opened her mouth to say something but they closed back because he had nothing to offer. “This is not the time to Yap and Yap
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 34.
Rosealba sat on the kingside bed, her cheeks stretching as she read the romance book that created the thoughts of Drystan in her head. He had asked her to stay here, In his room till he returned and she was really good at abiding by rules. Her lips twitched into a smile as she read a few interesting lines, the thoughts of Drystan spewing into her head. Her phone buzzed, vibrating against the bed. She grabbed the phone from the bed, too engrossed in each line of the book to glance at her phone. She pressed the side button before taking the phone to her ear. “Hello.” The receiver from the other ear spoke and Rosealba froze at the familiarity of the caller’s tone. She pulled the phone back from her ear to get a glimpse at who the caller could be, but the number was from an unknown source. For a second Rosealb had thought that it was Lowel. She shrugged her shoulder off, bringing the phone back to her ear. “Hello. Who am I speaking to?” Rosealba replied calmly and the line went si
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 33.
In the dimly lit room, Drystan sat on the couch directly opposite the burner that kept the room hot. His eyes held the fire, watching it blaze harder, while his fingers thrummed on the table next to him. A knock came on his door and he held some breaths before finally giving a reply. “Come in.” His husky voice pierced the air like steel. The door opened and Lina walked in, welcomed by the chillness the room held. Meeting Drystan in a suit, or black clothes was the sole reminder of business. She knew that whatever he discussed in rooms as dark and cold as this were not conversations he held lightly. There was a fire hut to keep the room hot, but Drystan’s presence in the room had ways of sending chills down to anyone’s spin. She walked over to his seat point, halting behind him. “You requested for me.” Her voice rose above the usuals. Drystan’s grip thrum on the table came to a halt, his eyes glaring harder at the blazing fire. “Pack your bags and essentials, you ar
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 32.
“Your eyes are filled with needs sunshine. Needs for...”“Needs for you.” Rosealba completed. Although her voice came out in a low whisper, Drystan felt the sensation from her voice crawl down his veins. Rosealba’s cheeks flushed further and shyness consumed her. She loved every bit of this moment. Whatever it was made sense to her and she desired more. Drystan grip on her cheeks tightened and he caressed them softly. His eyes darkened with desire. “I want to have a taste of you.” His voice, firm and hoarse lingered through her head like the tingling sensation that dangled through her. “How can I give you a taste of me?” Drystan smiled at the simple question that was quick at making his cock throb. He loved the shy her, but he loved this version of her who summoned confidence to mouth all those dirty yet soothing words to him. His eyes roamed around her pretty face. From her right eyes to her left, then to her sumptuous lips. Gosh! He desired to do a lot. To kiss these pretty l
