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
“One more kiss on your tempting lips and I will be having a taste on your pussy lips. Do you want that?” Rosealba’s cheeks flushed as his words resounded in her ear. Her body trembled slightly at the thought of it and the expression his face held when he uttered those nasty words to her.Her pussy tingled, and she suddenly regret running off the other day. She should have stayed and learned what it felt like to have him tasting her pussy lips. Weird— it was the weirdest she had ever been. Getting home to check what her pussy lips looked like. It was the nastiest she had ever done, yet every action and every recall of his nasty words had her pussy throbbing, so hard till she was propelled to touch herself to the crafted image of him that her mind had presented, and only stopped when she was trashing back and forth with the intensity of her orgasm. It was difficult to comprehend— how she had turned from the insensitive Rosealba to one whose pussy dripped at the sight of a mare man—ma
In the dimly lit room, Drystan sat on the couch that presented him with the beautiful view of the pool outside his wide ceiling-to-floor door. His finger drummed gently on his thighs while his right hand held his phone glaring at it and awaiting Rosealba’s reply. It's been an hour since he sent her a message and she had not viewed, nor replied to his message. It was unlike her. His grip on the phone tightened at every second as if trying to strangle the source of his anger. The door to his relaxing space opened and Rocco walked in, clothed in a black outfit that hugged his sculpture body. He walked with practice ease as he approached Dryatan, his face a mask of indifferencies, just the way Drystan loved to have his men— tough and serious at every second. “My lord.” Rocco bowed, his hand clutching firmly onto the brown envelope in his hand.“What's in the envelope?”Rocco arose from the bow. “It is a letter from the government.”Dryatan’s eyes narrowed and he stared at the pool for
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 28. “This will look good on you,” Rosealba mumbled as he presented the black dress to Lina, her cheeks beaming with smiles. Lina dropped the blue dress on her hand, reaching for the black dress that Rosealba stretched to her. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she examined the dress, scanning it with her eyes. “No. I think this will look better on you.” Lina countered, pressing the clothes to Rosealba’s chest and turning to grab her blue dress. Rosealba stared at Lina’s retreating figure and her lips twitched at the notice that Lina had changed within the space of leaving her store and driving down to this place. Rosealba returned the clothes to the hangar and walked back to Lina, who was checking for another dress on the long roll of hung clothes. “Are you okay?” Rosealba asked, not minding that Lina had her back to her. She was the most horrible person at asking questions and trying to settle matters that she didn't know its
Rosealba gasped as Drystan looked down at her, his eyes burning with rage. She looked away from his eyes, clutching onto his dress and seeking protection from the man who was chasing her. Although the look on Drystan’s face was enough to inform Rosealba of how dead-angry he was, she still felt safe standing next to him than being chased by that man. “Are you okay?” Drystan’s undertone was laced with flickers of worries and concern that his face did not carry. Rosealba nodded her head slowly, resting her head back on his chest and clutching harder to his dress this time. Drystan’s arm curled her body into his, his arm, wrapping possessively around her body. He looked above Rosealba’s head to the man who stood still, frightened, yet unwilling to give up, “Did you just mess with my woman?” Drystan’s cold voice pierced the air, sending its chill across the man’s spine. Rosealba’s eyes widened at his choice of words but she clutched harder onto his dress, feeling the thrum of
HIS DEADLY OBESSION. Chapter 30. Rosealba’s breath hitched and the looks in her eyes grew intense. She had not expected him to say such nasty words like they meant nothing. Yet none of the compulsive defensive organs of her body has picked a fight with it. Rather, her pussy throbbed and her nipples grew harder, poking firmly at her innocent dress. Drystan looked from her face to her nipples and he ran his tongue over his lower lips, his eyes darkening with desire as salivated at the increase in the size of her erect nipples. “Every part of your body calls my name sunshine.” He looked away from her nipples, then back to her eyes. His eyes were a garden of lust and forbidden desire as he watched through the transparency of her eyes. “Your nipples are hard sunshine.” His voice was low and raspy, communicating his desires, her desires, and still did well at arousing her already aroused arousal. Rosealba’s pussy tightened at the hazy sight of his jade eyes. They burned with
Rosealba’s eyes opened to the blurred sight of the semi-familiar ceiling. Her eyes closed and her hand gripped the side of her forehead at the strike of a malicious headache. She grimaced, gently running her left palm over the right side of her forehead. When her eyes opened again, her blurred and faint vision slowly got clear, allowing her the liberty to know where exactly she was. After the orgasm yesterday, she had rested on his arms and fell asleep. That was the last she recalled. Rosealba’s cheeks stretched and a blush crept its way to her fluffy cheeks. She struggled to sit up, the thoughts of last night giving her more power to do so. She was not going to act like she didn't know all that happened the day before. She was drunk, but not enough to erase the memories of whatever she had with Drystan— moreover, it was the best moment of her life so far. Rosealba had always run from thoughts that concerned her inability to react to men’s touch, but for once she was letting it si
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 143. “Ahhhh!” Rosealba moaned—cracking the silence in the car. Her scream, was sharp, high, and desperate as she arched into him. Her eyes glistened, raw and unfiltered as he began to move himself between her thighs, stroking her cunt with each gentle pass. “Fuck!!!” Rosealba whimpered, fingers digging into his arms as she struggled to breathe through the overwhelming stretch of pleasure. A low grin curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips as she trembled beneath him. His jaws clenched and his muscles trembled from how tight and warm she felt around him. A groan rattled deep down in his chest as he pressed his forehead against hers voice barely hanging into control. “You feel so… so good.” He mumbled, licking gently on his lower lips. Rosealba's walls throbbed at the compliment, pleasure coiling low against her belly. Drystan drew back slowly, his both palms holding her cheeks as he stared deep into her eyes then slid back slowly, letting her fee
Chapter 142.“Dickhead!” Rosealba groaned, slamming her bag against Drystan’s chest.A soft chuckle tore past his chest and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer to himself by the waist.“Your favorite dickhead…” He winked. “Right?”Rosealba rolled her eyes at him, feigning anger.“You look cute when you make faces like that, Sunshine.”“Like what?”“Like you taking my cock and not getting enough.”Her nose scrunched and she feigned a disgusting expression, pulling away from him. “Ewee, Drystan. This is a company.”“I never said it’s a house.”“You are not allowed to speak dirty around these premises! Understood?”Drystan’s lips curled into a low smirk. His arms curled possessively around her and he dragged her closer to himself again. “But we are allowed to moan here, yeah? ‘Cause you will be taking my cock right here, at these premises.”Rosealba’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him.“You are crazy, Drystan.”“I know.” He winked, sparing her a shrug.“That’s what you get
Chapter 141. Rocco walked into the dimly lit room, his steps slow and measured as he approached Drystan, who sat directly beneath the low-hanging chandelier. Shadows flickered across Drystan’s face, carving his features into something far more menacing in the dim light.“My lord,” Rocco said as he bowed deeply, his voice trembling with the weight of caution as his steps drew to a halt.Drystan’s cold gaze flickered upward, locking on Rocco’s still-bowed head with razor-sharp intensity.“Rise,” he commanded, his voice low, smooth, and lethal like a dagger wrapped in velvet.Rocco obeyed instantly, straightening his posture with rigid discipline.“My lord,” he continued, swallowing hard. “The drug deal has been finalized. Your signature is all that remains.”Silence pressed down on the room, thick and unnerving. The only sound that dared to rise was the soft, steady drumming of Drystan’s fingers against the long mahogany table. His eyes remained locked on the far edge of the table, unb
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