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
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
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
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
IN POLAND. The room was quiet, except for the faint ticking of an ornate clock on the mantelpiece. Roselba’s parents sat stiffly on the velvet armchairs, their faces pale under the weight of Don Vittoro’s imposing presence. He stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the golden glow of the setting sun. His tailored suit was immaculate, but it was the cold authority in his eyes that dominated the room—cold authority in his eyes yet he was no match for Drystan , if he ever has the opportunity to share the same space with Drystan. Without turning to face them, Don Vittorio spoke, his tone sharp and deliberate. “I am a man of agreements. And your agreement with me, signed and sealed, was very clear.”Roselba’s father shifted uneasily in his seat. “Don Vittoro, we… we needed time. Perhaps we can—”The Don turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. “Time?” he repeated, his voice a low, menacing drawl. “I do not deal in delays. I deal in absolutes. And the absolute truth is this—Roselba bel
Chapter 21. The call ended, with Roselba wearing a big smile on her face. Her eyes darted to the gift box that rested on the counter in her office store. The smile wore off, gently, replaced with a natural expression. Her heart melted at the sight of the thoughtful gift. “You do not sound like you got rejected. I like that for you Roselba.” “You look radiant today ma'am.” This was a remark from her best friend and a lady who came to purchase bunches of flowers. “Whatever picked you up and made you have faith I hope it keeps guilding you calmly at this stormy moment of your life.” As Lina’s words filled her mind, she took a seat on the stool. The man who is guilding her heart with shores of hope is her best friend’s brother. He has been there, like no other, and day by day he had become the solace she refused to admit that she lacked in her life. “I will come see you the moment I finish my meeting from the office.” It had been delivered to him by a person she could best refer
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 22. The world stood still, revolving around them. His words pounded in her ear and her pussy made that tiny tingle that had her it burning with untold desire. She swallowed, too stunned to say a word.His words came raw and dirty yet they filled her mind with nasty thoughts that left her pussy throbbing— nasty words that she never allowed, yet it felt so soothing coming from him.“I…” “You look pretty.” Drystan silenced, taking a step closer. Rosealba's legs stayed fixed, rooted to the floor. The one step he took was gentle, yet powerful that it covered the space between them. Her heart pounded at the closeness that left her feeling the heat that his body radiated. Her eyes trailed from his cheeks to his lips. They were soft and tempting yet they looked like the kind of lips that would capture hers and dive her into the world of the forbidden. Her eyes accentuated his hard jaws, his collar bone, and then to the revealed part of his sculptured chest
Rosealba ran into the changing room. She shut the door and leaned into it, panting and trying to restore her heavy breath. “Gosh!” She exclaimed, thinking about everything that happened out there. Rosealba rested on the closed door, her heart pounding as the image of the moment outside clouded her head. She settled into it. Subconsciously, her lips stretched into a smile as she recalled the look in his eyes. The bulge of his cock, and the gentle throb against her back. Her pussy tingled and wetness coated her thighs as she envisioned the image of his cock. She settled into the thoughts, wondering how it would feel to have his cock in her hands while she stroke gently on it like the porn ladies she has grown to watch.“Are you hungry? I will serve you some cock.” His previous statement resonated through her ear. Her heart pounded at the rawness of his words and her nipples hardened from the thoughts of being served his cock. “What would it feel like to be served his cock? Will. Will
Chapter 100.“Oh, My Fucking Goodness!!!” Rosealba arched into him, grabbing onto the edge of the table while trembling underneath him.Drystan’s muscle pinched. Sensation tightened against his chest as her wall gripped him, wrapping possessively around his member. “You are chaining me, Sunshine… Fuck.”Drystan’s head rolled back in pure pleasure as he struggled to not milk his fluid into her warm sweet pussy. Rosealba trembled, his length filling her up. “Oh…” she mumbled softly, adjusting into him. But Drystan barely gave her time to adjust. He pulled his half-length halfway out of her tiny wet pussy, locking his gaze against herself. Then in one swift thrust, he rammed his pull self into her sweet tight pussy. “Arghhhhhhh!!!” Rosealba arched. Her breath hitched as his cock reached a halt. Her grip on the table tightened and she shook instinctively burying her face against her arms. Drystan’s hand reached for her hand yanking them away immediately. “Look at me.” He commande
Chapter 99. “Oh My Goodness…” Rosealba’s gasp trailed into a low moan. Her back arched as the kiss lingered like the delicious taste of meals she had at the restaurant some while back. Drystan’s tongue licked against her flesh, sucking her skin in with a passion that mirrored his desire. The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it. Drystan snuck in a breath, kissing the nape of her neck and watching her shake to the instinctive pleasure. “You are beautiful, Sunhine….” His words held a pause as he trailed his eyes around her body, sucking in another breath. “So beautiful t
Rosealba’s breath turned heavy and uneven as she panted into the hot kiss. Her pussy throbbed gently as Drystan’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, stealing her breath through each second of kisses. Seconds later, Drystan pulled away from the kiss, their face, barely an inch away each other. Their parted lips, trembled as they heaved out hot uneven breaths. Drystan’s dark eyes lingered around Rosealba’s lips a little longer before moving to her set of hunger-filled eyes. “I told you not to cum, didn't I?”His voice was a raspy blend of caution and threat. Rosealba’s skin prickled in awareness of her mischief. Her lips parted, but they closed back without a word. “Do you know what Daddy does to bad girl?”Rosealba bit the inside of her lips, trying to temper her needy body. “I… Bad girls get punished.”A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips. He raised a finger to her chin, raising her gaze up to meet his. “Daddy is going to punish you, Sunshine. So
Chapter 97. Rosealba swallowed the lumps that formed on her throat. Her eyes held onto Drystan’s propelling eyes, feeling every heat as they caressed her skin, even from afar. Her fingers twitched into nervous fists. She glared at the table, short of words. Crawl? Her stomach tightened into a propelling knot. That was the most hilarious yet sensual way to become even more nasty than she already was. She had never imagined crawling to anyone but the thought of it now, sent sensations across her spine. Pushing her nervousness aside, she lifted her body, getting on the table like Drystan had commanded. Crawling to him would not be such a bad idea. Drystan’s temple twitched as Rosealba went all four on the table. His jaws clamped. The sight of her of her heavily dangling boobs braided an irresistible hunger. His hands tightened into a fist and the urge to grope her boobs sneered at him, but he remained stilled. The air stilled and the tension slowed to a single charged moment.
Chapter 96. Rosealba’s nipples prickled at the sight of him. Shirtless tattooed chest. Calloused veiny hands. Broad shoulder that could shield her from the eyes of chasing enemies. The air stilled, thick with a pleasure that clung like a whispered secret.Rosealba swallowed, moistening her dry throat. Her eyes darted to the equipment in his hands again and a knot tightened against her stomach.Even though she lacked knowledge of what the instrument were, the tension in the air was enough to tell that something eerily sweet was about to happen. Drystan took some steps forward, dropping the instrument on a table.“Come here.” His voice, a deep baritone rasped through the chilled air. Rosealba’s heart pounded as her legs took gentle steps closer to him.His eyes lingered on her body, drinking her in like it was his first sight of her.A muscle in his pulse jumped as his eyes accentuated the curves of her lips. Heavens! So she was his! Rosealba freaking Movin was all his and nothing
Chapter 95. Lina's heart thrummed against her ear. The tension so palpable as Dairo returned with a first aid kit. He scrunched to the floor, not sparing either Rosealba or Lina a glance. Fuck every damn existence! The only thing that mattered to him was keeping his lady safe. As Dairo reached for Lina's feet—she took a step backward. Her hands curled into fists and she batted her lashes gently refusing to look at him. His touches didn't soothe the fire In her, it fed it, making it burn hotter, wilder, consuming every inch of her willpower. She could not trust her traitorous body, her nipples already tightened at the mere graze of his fingers against her toe. Dairo’s hand dropped to his knees. He let out an inaudible scoff, moving closer to get her feet but Lina pulled backward again and this time—this time he could not help himself. His restraint collapsed like a crumbling barrier. Stripped off every ounce of restraint, he got on his feet, gripped her wrist, and pulled her clos
The door to the restaurant opened and an air of mystery and elegance grazed Rosealba's skin as she stepped in. Her eyes hurriedly took in the sight of walls adorned with a sleek matte finish. Beside her stood the red-haired Lina who was claded in a white sweetheart gown that flowed down her beautiful legs and accentuated her moderate curve.Her eyes moved around the dimly lit restaurant cloaked entirely in shades of black. Just as she loves it. As Lina moved closer Black asthetic was a thing that her entire family lived for and they were slowly pulling Rosealba into the game.Rosealba's nostril flared softly as she took in the scent of oud and smoldering Vanilla, an intoxicating blend that lingered like a whispered secret. “This is beautiful,” Rosealba whispered, leaning into Lina. A smile kissed Lina’s oval face. “Just the way I like it.” She spared Rosealba a wink and they began to approach the table at the corner of the restaurant— polished obsidian with subtle gold grining,
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,
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