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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
“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