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. “W
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 slammedits 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 space
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 fel
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 kne
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
“I need you in black.” Drystan’s hot voice echoed through her head, sensation blazing across her skin.“Seize the goods,” Drystan replied sternly into the phone. As Rosealba stepped out of the closest room, her black stiletto heels clicked to the tiles, informing Drystan of her arrival. He tilted his head to confirm her arrival and the sight of her sent goosebumps invading his nerves. The words in his mouth trailed into the air and the world stilled for some seconds as he caught the sight of Rosealba's radiating under the glow of the light that added sophistication to her personality and the choice of outfit— sleek fitted black satin slip with delicate spaghetti that hugged her waist, and identified her the curve of her waist. He knew he said he needed her in black but she pulled up in ways that left him salivating. Rosealba’s grip tightened on her small black clutch bag, shifting uneasily under the weight of his scorching gaze and looking like everything the angles could not. Drys
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
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
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
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
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
The moment was here and Drystan could not wait to wrap this up and return home to his woman—the only place where genuine peace existed. The night was thick with the kind of tension that clung to the air, heavy like a storm just before it breaks. The dockyard stood under a shadowy veil, lit by the dim orange glow of streetlights reflecting off the glistening water. It was an industrial graveyard, but to Drystan, it was just another stage for his dominance to play out.He stood at the helm, his posture unyielding, radiating authority with every breath. His leather gloves creaked as he adjusted the cuff of his tailored jacket, the gleam of his cold, calculating eyes scanning the movements of his men. They were unloading crates of arms with military precision—no wasted motion, no hesitation. Drystan didn’t tolerate mistakes. His empire ran on precision, and nothing would disrupt the careful balance he’d established.A few of his men shot nervous glances at him, but none dared approach. T
Roselaba hesitated at the door of her flower shop, her fingers trembling against the cool metal handle. The familiar scent of roses, lilies, and jasmine seeped through the cracks, wrapping around her like an embrace long forgotten. It had been weeks since she last stepped outside freely, weeks of hiding in Drystan’s mansion, fearing that her landlord would hunt her down and have her imprisoned for a fire she had nothing to do with.She exhaled slowly. He can’t find me here. We are not even in the same town. But the fear still clung to her, whispering doubts in the back of her mind.Her hands tightened around the handle.She missed this. The weight of her apron around her waist, the earthy scent of soil and petals, the soft rustling of flowers when the wind slipped through the cracks of the windows. This place had been more than just a shop to her—it had been a part of her soul, a piece of her identity that had nothing to do with pain, betrayal, or survival. Here, she had once felt saf
Drystan sat in the dim glow of his study, the single lamp casting long shadows across the room. A tumbler of whiskey rested against his fingertips, untouched, the golden liquid swirling lazily under the soft hum of classical music playing in the background. His mind was far from the melody.His thoughts were on her.Rosealba. Even now, he could still picture the way she looked when she was lost in thought, the way her lips parted slightly when she was deep in her own world. The softness in her eyes whenever she touched her flowers. The warmth in her voice when she giggled and the way she had came beautifully on his lips the night before. She didn’t belong in his world. She didn’t deserve the violence, the danger, the destruction that came with being associated with him or the world but he didn't care! As selfish as that sounded he didn't care! He owns her! He would take her regardless! His little white rose had gone to her store— and he had made sure to hire hidden security to follo
Drystan eyes hovered around her body, his eyes burning with hunger like it was his first glance at her. He smacked his lips together, that act sending a shudder across Rosealba’s spine. Drystan bit on his lower lips, stretching a hand further. Rosealba’s brows knitted and she stared at Drystan in perplexity. “Your pants.” He spelled out his voice raspy. Rosealbe swallowed, straightening her posture. She reached a hand to the line of her pants, pulling it down slowly and steadily without raising the dress. Drystan's eyes followed every movement of her hand, his jaws thickening at her actions. Rosealba pulled her black pants from her legs, slow and steadily loving how teasing her action made him and how eager he looked to get a hold of her pants.When she was done she moved closer, dropping the pants on his palm. Drystan’s jaws tightened. A second did not intervene—Dryatan raised the pant to his nose, taking a long dragged exhale from it. Rosealba's pussy clamped at the soothi