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
Chapter 103.Drystan was still holding onto the doctor’s collar when he heard a voice. Rosealba’s lips parted slightly—her eyes still closed. “Drystan.” Her voice was thin. Strained. And it came out in a whisper.Drystan stiffened at the sound of the voice. His heart skipped, missing a bit.The voice was familiar. How could he not recall the most familiar thing to him? His grip on the doctor’s collar loosened and he titled his head gently, every move was so gentle, as though he doubted his own ear. “Drystan.” His name fell off her lips again—this time, in a low tremble. Drystan’s muscle twitched. And he swallowed. He remembered that voice. That voice… How could he not? That voice was the same voice that had called him for help, that had screamed with so much pain, yearning for his presence. But this time, her voice came low—as though she was struggling to say them. His lips curled into a slow smile and he scoffed, blinking his lashes. Was she waiting for him to threaten the do
Chapter 102. Drystan knelt on the floor beside the bed. His hand clutched onto hers in a tangle, hoping and whimpering silent prayers. His heart tugged into a squeeze. So hard he could feel the suffocation against his throat. Rage burned against his throat, curling around every breath. It was all his fault. Everything that had happened was all his fault. He shouldn't have left her. He should have stayed by her side till she was awake and safe to go with him to the kitchen. His finger moved closer to her cheeks, trembling slightly. He brushed a perturbing strand of her hair behind. She looked so small, so fragile. And he… he felt so useless. For a man whose presence commanded rooms. For a man feared by nations, he should have been able to protect the one thing that mattered most to him. Everything was about power! Yet that power could not awaken his loved one in a second. He could not command her to open her eyes and look at him. She couldn't threaten him to stand up and spare him
Chapter 101.The soft glow of morning sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, spilling across Rosealba’s cheeks.A low, tired groan escaped her lips as she stretched, rolling over. Her fingers reached out instinctively, searching for Drystan. But he was as absent as the duvet, which now dangled halfway to the floor.Her lashes fluttered, and she forced her eyes open, blinking at the empty space beside her. A small frown formed as she hurriedly pushed herself upright.“Drystan,” she called her voice husky with sleep. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, she grimaced—a reminder of last night lingering in her muscles.A soft twitch rippled through her pussy, a fleeting aftershock of everything he’d done to her. Heat crept up her cheeks. Uninvited.She bit her lip, letting herself bask in the memories. It had all happened so slowly—yet so fast. And now, every whispered word, every commanding touch, played in her head on a loop.Her skin tingled as his voice echoed in her mind
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