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 st
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
The ride to the location was peaceful. Rosealba settled into the chair, her thoughts straying far away— the gentle peck he placed on her forehead and the sensation it sent down her spine. It was maddening— reacting to something as small as just a kiss. Not even a touch from Lowel could make her body stiffen that way. ****“My lord.” A tall man dressed In all back appeared In front of them and bowed his head slightly. Drystan waved a hand and the black man, Dicko understood immediately. He raised his head and moved closer to Drystan “My lord. The restaurant has been reserved according to your order.”“Good.” That was the only response that came from it, it was sharp and informing. Without further hesitation, Dicko bowed and walked off. “Let's go,” Drystan mumbled taking Rosealba's hand into his and she could not help but notice the tenderness in his voice when he spoke those two words to her, they were different from the way he spoke to the scary-looking body guys. A lot of thin
Chapter 25. His words raw and dirty, like a blow, struck Rosealba’s ear and she stared at him, with an uncertain expression. No one ever came so raw and dirty with words or her, yet her pussy made a gentle throb to his words and her mind pictured a perfect image of what he had described. Drystan took a step forward, closing the space between them. Rosealba swallowed hard, feeling her nipples grow underneath her bra. She turned and walked over to the table breathing the moment of silence and tension. “The meal here was delicious.” Her voice came out shaky betraying her attempt to shield her erect nipples from his hungry eyes. A smile touched Drystan’s cheeks one that didn't reach his eye. He moved closer to her, so close that she stilled her body, hoping they would not make contact, but Drystan leaned further pressing the front part of his body to the back side of her body, and caging her between his arm and the table in front of them. “The meal here would be nothing
Chapter 140. Drystan pulled up in a space so familiar that Rosealba recognized it immediately.He stepped out of the car and immediately headed to the other door, pulling it open for Rosealba to step out.She stared up at him, eyes flickering with questions.“Why… why are we here?” she asked, her voice shaky.Drystan took her hand with a smile, helping her out of the car.“We’re here because we need to.”Rosealba blinked, letting him help her up.Her eyes lingered on the space—the space where her flower store once stood tall. The only solace she had earned with so much hard work.A feeling of nostalgia struck her nerves, and she glared at the space, her lashes blinking as she fought back the overwhelming tears.Drystan’s thumb stroked the back of her palm gently, watching the side of her face as she struggled to contain her emotions.Her fingers twitched, her heart clamping against her chest.The last time she had visited this place was a few days before their journey to Florence. Wh
Chapter 139. Rosealba walked into the office, dressed in a pristine white coat. Her black pants rustled silently at every step she took, eyes drinking her in with admiration. “Miss Rosealba.” A lady waved before Rosealba could think of greating. A small smile crept against her cheeks. He returned the gesture with a polite smile, striding past the hallway. A lady’s eyes lingered longer and Rosealba shifted on her step, reminding herself that her man had prepared her the best outfit, of course, it would get people talking. “You look exquisite…” The lady commended as she got closer to Rosealba, throwing a peck at her.Rosealba’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you...” she murmured, increasing the pace of her steps. She would do anything. Anything as long as it got her to her office in a minute, away from the prying eyes of these adorable figures. The moment she stepped into her office, a soft sigh escaped her lips, her palm resting lightly on her chest.She walked closer to her already arran
Chapter 138. A soft exhale slipped past Rosealba’s lips as she sucked in some air. “That was…” her breath shuddered, sensation scorching the layers of skin.“That was fantastic...” she commended, glaring at the smirking Drystan.“Fantastic is yet to come sunshine... Because… fantastic is when I would slip my cock into that beautiful pussy and remind you of who I belong to… understood?” His voice was a soft blend of low and hoarse as he spoke, sparing her a soft wink. Rosealba’s eyes delighted, her pupils brightening further. He was going to remind her that he belonged to her? It was the prettiest he had ever been and it sparked a joy in her. “You are beautiful,” Drystan mumbled low, hands gripping her thighs apart. Rosealba’s inner churned, her eyes struggling to keep up with his burning gaze in his. With his gaze still locked against hers, he moved a hand to his cock and the tension in the air shifted. Rosealba’s breath hung against her throat, coiling so hard she could feel t
Chapter 137. Drystan pulled the black panties from her feet. His eyes darkened and hooded, pinned her in place as he took her wet pants to the nose, taking a gentle sniff from it. Rosealba’s walls clamped, skin prickling from the sensation of his action. Her toes curled underneath the water, mouth-watering from the way he sniffed her in like he was trying to inhale every scent until there was no left. Then slowly, he tugged the pants away, moving closer to her. “You smell…. Delicious, sunshine.” Rosealba's nipples prickled, his words delighting her stomach. She tilted her head, chin slightly raised. “Just like you like it, huh?” Drystan’s lips curled lowly but he said nothing. He moved closer and closer and griped her thighs apart, positioning himself between her spread-out leg. Rosealb’s stomach flipped, heat burning between her thighs. His eyes moved gently against her body, drinking her in. “You know…” his voice came in a low murmur, but without waiting for
Chapter 136.“Sunshine,” Drystan called innocently, his voice low yet husky, a quiet rumble that stirred the surface of the water—but she didn’t reply. She just leaned against the edge of the pool, sipping from her juice while glaring at him with an emotionless expression, the chill in her silence louder than any scream.Drystan moved his hands to his pants, eyes on her, unaware of the storm brewing behind her pretty, unreadable face. He unhooked the button of his black pants, fingers moving with that unbothered confidence only he could carry.Rosealba’s breath hitched against her throat as she watched him slowly pull his briefs down.His semi-hard member bounced out in confidence and…Her stomach flipped, nipples tingling against her wet bra as a flush of heat rushed beneath her skin.She blinked, tearing her gaze from his veiny monster, her face burning even as the cool water kissed her skin.She lifted the glass cup to her lips, taking a sip to quench the sensation pooling between
Chapter 135. Rosealba walked into the living room, heart fluttering against her chest. Three hours! It had been three hours without her man, yet it had felt like forever. A feeling of warmth seethed through her as she thought of what Drystan’s hands would feel like today when she fell into his embrace. Warm and inviting, as always. “Welcome, ma,” the guards greeted in unison as Rosealba made to take the stairs, too eager to see her man. She tilted her head backward, rendering them a polite smile and taking to her heels. She didn’t have time—not one she could spare for pleasantries. She got to the room, heart thrumming gently against her chest. She wondered what he could be doing. Perhaps lying on the bed, enclosed by the thoughts of her. Or… He could as well be stroking himself to an unholy thought of her. Her pussy tingled at the thought, and the sensation prickled her skin, sending a shudder across her spine. Rosealba hemmed against the air, reaching for the handle. The
Chapter 134. The office was unlike anything Rosealba had ever imagined. The office was… breathtaking.But not in a loud, extravagant way. No—it was quietly beautiful and intimate. Personal if she must say. It soothed her taste so much to be called just a coincidence. It felt like walking into a dream that didn’t just scream luxury but whispered comfort. The kind that didn’t need to beg for attention because it already owned the room.Rosealba stepped inside slowly, her heels brushing against polished floors that shimmered like glass beneath her. Sunlight poured through the ceiling-to-floor windows, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Her breath caught—not just because of the elegance—but because of the view.The city sprawled out before her, vast and glittering. Towers reaching into the sky, streets winding through tiny figures and glowing signs. It felt alive, moving, breathing—and yet here, inside this office, everything was still. Quiet. Like she was floating above the c
Chapter 133. Drystan sat under the glow of the dimly lit room, on a leather couch, opposite a buyer.A glass of red wine rested in his hand, his long fingers curling lightly around the stem. Behind him, Rocco stood silent and watchful, dressed in black, a shadow of the man he served. The scent of power clung to Drystan—still, magnetic, and quietly suffocating.The buyer sat forward, too close to the edge of his seat, voice nervous as it cracked through the silence. “I was thinking—uh—maybe we could renegotiate the price. Just this once. I mean, you’ve got supply, right? And I’ve got people waiting—”Drystan wasn’t listening. Not really.He sipped his wine slowly, letting the man’s words dissolve into the silence. He wasn’t really listening. Not entirely.His mind was somewhere else. Wrapped in the memory of warm lips pressed to his. Her back leaning against her sleek black Bugatti as he kissed her goodbye this morning.That kiss hadn’t been gentle. It had been desperate. Like they we
Chapter 132. The Bugatti La Voiture Noire glided into the compound with effortless grace, its jet-black body gleaming under the sunlight. Low and sleek, it moved like a shadow—silent, powerful, and impossible to ignore. The deep growl of the engine echoed briefly before settling into a low purr.Right behind it, a matte black Mercedes-Maybach followed at a respectful distance, just as polished, just as intimidating—but with the quiet elegance of a trusted guardian. Together, they rolled in like royalty, turning the compound into a runway of power.As the guard in the Maybach stepped out, he hurriedly walked to the Bugatti.The door opened, and Rosealba’s pointed-toe stiletto heels came into view as she dropped one leg down. The beauty of her fairy-like legs caught the glow of the sunrise, the delicate curve of her calves accentuated as she stepped out of the car, standing at an imposing 5’9”.The gentle morning air lifted her hair, causing it to flutter like a golden halo around her.