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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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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Rosealbe walked to the table like he had commanded, her legs wobbling under the protection of nothing. Drystan’s muscles pinched, elation spreading its wings across his body as he watched her carry his command delicately. Ass on the bed like it would be on his face, legs spread wide according to his command. His skin prickled and his balls tightened harder. He moved closer, every step, seething pleasure through Rosealba’s spine like heat. “You do well with carrying commands sunshine. Spread your legs wider.” His voice was firmer, hotter, and even more authoritative. Rosealbe hesitated a second, spreading her legs before he could notice. Delight plopped Drystan’s eyes. “Good girl.” He mumbled in a deep soothing voice. As he moved closer, his eyes darkened with untamed hunger—the hunger to taste, eat, feast, and drink from every inch of her.His hands moved to her nipples and he gripped them against his fingers, letting his eyes roam around her magnificent body. “I could worship
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Rosealba’s pussy tingled as Drystan’s lips found hers, capturing it into a relentless kiss. Her pulse thundered as Drystan enclosed his hand against her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring and devouring her mouth like he was tasting himself from her lips. Every move of his lips against hers left her arching and yearning for more of what he desired to offer. His grip on her neck tightened and he tilted his head sideways, tasting every corner of her mouth. His cock hardened, almost painfully. He had been yearning for his day. For the day when he would kiss her hungrily and taste himself off her lips—that day was today and every ounch of him prayed gravely to be buried in her tight willing self. Drystan pulled away, his breath raging and heavy as he stared back at Rosealba with eyes that represented lust, needs, and desire. His grip on her neck remained, just like his gaze against hers. “How was your first taste of cum?”Rosealba’s stomach churned at the
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Drystan gritted, his blood scalding with a mixture of rage and unbearable yarn.“Teasing me, huh?” His voice deep and compelling voice mirrored his untamed desire and desperation to be mercilessly sucked. Rosealba’s cheeks stretched into a smile, a soft seductive smile that deepened with a fraction of an inch. She paid no reply to his word. Her hand ran gently against his clothed tug, her eyes rooted on his, while she bit on her lower lips. “Urghhhh!” Drystan grunted, almost animalistically. If being touched could burn this deep—what would being sucked do?The thought of being sucked intensified his anticipation, and his stomach flipped as curiosity narrowed its claws against his body. Frustration spilled through him— And he grabbed Rosealba’s hair, yanking her head backward. “You little tease.” Drystan gritted, easing his neck, eagerly. Rosealba’s pussy tingled at the frustrated sight of him. She bit harder on her lower lips, wondering how he would look when she had his cock agai
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Rosealba stilled in both actions and breath. Her eyes held Drystan’s face his words echoing in her head and melting through her heart. Rosealba swallowed forcing some air down her throat. “Being my obsession is enough to earn you anything free and I need you to take it without questions.”Obsession? The word resounded in her head, separately. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at Drystan's confusion etched on her face. She was his obsession? As the realization struck her, the confusion on her face wore off, replaced with something different. Butterflies swirled in her belle. She was his obsession? She was Drystan’s obsession. As toxic and scary as sounded, she loved and enjoyed it. Silence stretched and her eyes held properly onto his eyes, gazing into them like she was searching for the future. Gently, she reached her right hand to his cheeks. Drystan stiffened at the slow and deliberate soft touch, but he mended his height just so her hand didn't ache.Rosealba’s hand moved gently
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As Drystan stepped into his masion, an unfathomable feeling of excitement clutched his chest and the excitement of arriving home followed. Home? The name resounded in his ear, familiar yet utterly strange. He had never looked further to coming home—he had never seen this mansion as home. To him? It was a tall vast building that sheltered his head and represented replica’s of building he had, in and across the world. But today, there was a feeling of longing to arrival in this house that he paid lesser attention to and he feared to accept that Rosealba was the home. In her, the home resided. As Drystan stepped out of the elevator with Rocco behind him. The familiar figure stood tall, her blouse tugged into her black skirt. “My lord.” She bowed, happy to finally be back. Drystan stared at her for some seconds. “How was your stay?” His question was covered to his weak interior. Lately compassion has been a part of him and he hated that he cared about people and their affairs to even o
