The ride to the mall was filled with silence that fueled Rosealba’s contradicting thoughts. While Drystan’s hand worked perfectly and delicately on the wheel just the way he desired to work on her pussy. Rosealba’s mind was a jungle of mixed feelings and contradicted thoughts. While she had spent the moment at the elevator basking in the warmth of Drystan’s hand and rejoicing to have found a certificate and a man who walked the night for her, she was back to thinking about reality. Countlessly, she had cautioned her eyes from stealing glances at Drystan in other not to get him discomforted. A pang of guilt clutched at her heart and her throat struggled to swallow the void of guilt that settled there. She was such an ungrateful person for questioning the integrity of this man— a man who walked the night and storm to see her happy. A man who appeared in the middle of both physical and invisible chaos, lifting the burden of her soul and providing her comfort in every form but, reality
When Drystan said, “Let's go buy the entire store.” Rosealba thought it was just a passage to revitalize their mood, but he meant every bit of his words. Two hours passed and Drystan still had all the energy in the world to fish out clothes for her. Rosealba felt cared for—this treatment was not one she often got from people and having a man like Drystan do the impossible to please her left her torn in utter confusion, a little bit of dismay, then confidence. There was something about self-worth that found its way into her life in a space of three months. She had always been the one to render, to assist, no one aside Lina and Drystan ever made her feel worthy. Speaking of Lina, Rosealba made a mental note to drop Lina a message once she was out of this shopping spree. “You will look…” Drystan eyes dawdled on the dress for some seconds his lips twitching into a thoughtful smirk. “You will look sexy in this.” He completed, sparing her a wink. Rosealba’s lips stretched into a smile. “
The dismissal from Drystan was brutal, leaving no room for negotiation or hesitation. The attendant swallowed. She bowed her head, turned to her heels, and disappeared with the garment of shame that strangled her. She was gone like something that never existed and Drystan’s eyes and attention were back to their permanent spot—they only place they belonged to. The intensity of his gaze deepened with a fraction of 10 inches as he drank Rosealba in. She had changed from her white crop singlet and high-waisted washed jeans to a slightly fitted black dress that held her shape in ways he desired. His jaws clenched and jealousy slammed its fist at his chest, surging into him unnecessary rage to rip the dress off and show her who exactly she belonged to. No dress deserves to hug her with so much possession. His fist tightened subconsciously and a vein in his temple jumped as he tried to steady his unending thoughts but the image of putting her in 7 different positions here in this s
Rosealba walked with practice ease, her legs wobbling slightly under the weight of Drystan’s scorching gaze. “Something needs to be fixed underneath your dress, Sunshine. Right behind you.” Rosealba’s pussy tingled as his voice echoed in her head. Anticipation prickled her skin, her throat bare and dry as she pictured the depth of his words. The walk to the changing room should not take longer than 6 appropriate strides but Rosealba leveraged on the power she had over him, her hips swaying with perfect seduction, tormenting Drystan in every way possible. Even though she couldn't see him, she could feel his frustration from the weight of his burning gaze and that earned her pussy another round of wetness. Drystan’s gritted his teeth, almost tasting his own blood. His jaws clenched, so hard he yearned to throw her above his shoulder and smack her ass till they got into the changing room—punishment for testing his patient this much. When the door opened and Rosealba walked in, it
Drystan’s eyes darkened as he shredded the last piece of clothing, leaving her bare to his gaze. Rosealba gasped, and her pussy dripped in approval of his action. She was perfect! Perhaps more perfect than he had imagined. Her skin was so slick, it radiated with a subtle glow that mirrored perfection— soft and glistering like light to his darkness. His tongue ran over his lips slow and steadily as his eyes hovered around Rosealba’s naked body drinking her in and taking note of every core that produced hair on her body. “Fuck!” Drystan cursed. Low and soft curse that mirrored his admiration for her. His eyes moved from her skin to her face and his expression turned tender. “You are dazzling, Sunshine.” “No. You are perfect, perhaps too perfect to be called human.”His eyes glimmered with adoration as much as his mouth offered them. He couldn't hold his adoration for longer than a second—they would spill like leaked secrets.Rosealba’s cheeks heated at his compliment—no one ever t
Rosealba’s body stilled as his tongue found her clit. Her eyes widened as the unfamiliar feeling of his tongue sent goosebumps burning across her skin. “Oh.” Rosealba moaned her voice muffled by the pants in her mouth. Drystan muscles pinched, His tongue diving into her pussy, sucking her in like she was all he had lived for. Her juice against his tastebud, spread like ink to a paper— leaving him yearning and craving for more. Rosealba's body shook at the intensity of his action. Her eyes rolled backward as Drystan drank her in like it was all his life dependent on him—tasting and taking every inch of her juice into his mouth. She tasted perfect! More than he imagined. “You taste good, Sunshine… so good.” He mumbled, taking her pussy lips into his mouth and sucking on her like it was his first taste—indeed it was his first taste and he had no plans of letting it be the last. As his tongue dived into her pussy, rolling against her clit and teasing her sensitive spot. Rosealba’s
Lowel stood before Don Vittero, his body rigid, his breath shallow—as he trembled from within, fear rasping its claws at him. The air in the dimly lit room was suffocating, thick with cigar smoke and something even heavier—danger. Don Vittero sat in his leather chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest, slow and deliberate. His dark eyes bore into Lowel, studying him like prey—like he was holding onto every bit of his restraint to not pull the trigger and blow Lowel’s skull off. “Do you think I am a man to be played with?” Don Vittero’s voice was low, but the weight behind it sent a violent shiver down Lowel’s spine. Of course, he knew Don Vittero was not one to play with but the road to this mission was as bumpy as the current state of Lowel’s heart. Lowel’s throat tightened. “No, Don Vittero. I—”A loud crack echoed in the room. The glass in the Don’s hand shattered against the marble floor, the whiskey spreading like blood.“Then why,” the Don seethed, his voice rising, “Wh
Rosealba's cheeks stretched Into a smile—one of the most genuine smiles she had had in a day. “I am certain you are touring through Florence.” Rosealba teased. It's been days since she last had a proper conversation with Lina that lasted longer than 2 minutes. Her best friend has been engaged in business meetings and things that made her completely different from the Lina that Roselaba knew. Lina rolled her eyes from the other end as though Rosealba could see her. “My arrival has been nothing but work! I am dying…. Alba!!” Lina stressed out the last syllable of ‘dying’ and Rosealba chuckled at the overly dramatic Lina. Something has changed about Lina, perhaps the way she talks, and laughs—so freely and unreserved. From the little conversation they had occasionally, Roseslba could tell that peace resided there in Florence and Lina was basking in it. Rosealba felt a pang of jealousy in her heart—she wished Rome could provide Lina that kind of comfort—to keep Lina with her in Rome fo
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