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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
“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
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
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
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
The door to the restaurant opened and an air of mystery and elegance grazed Rosealba's skin as she stepped in. Her eyes hurriedly took in the sight of walls adorned with a sleek matte finish. Beside her stood the red-haired Lina who was claded in a white sweetheart gown that flowed down her beautiful legs and accentuated her moderate curve.Her eyes moved around the dimly lit restaurant cloaked entirely in shades of black. Just as she loves it. As Lina moved closer Black asthetic was a thing that her entire family lived for and they were slowly pulling Rosealba into the game.Rosealba's nostril flared softly as she took in the scent of oud and smoldering Vanilla, an intoxicating blend that lingered like a whispered secret. “This is beautiful,” Rosealba whispered, leaning into Lina. A smile kissed Lina’s oval face. “Just the way I like it.” She spared Rosealba a wink and they began to approach the table at the corner of the restaurant— polished obsidian with subtle gold grining,
Chapter 93. The breakfast had been filled with warmth. All through the room echoed with shared laughter and instant joy.Rosealba had also learned some things about Drystan. He was a man of few words around everybody, she was just an exception. While they eat in utter hanomy, her worries and suspicions about Drystan and Lina fade before she can even think of it. She had learned that Drystan and Lina were the best of siblings while growing up because they were what was left for each other, but they hardly ever agreed to the same thing. The meal had ended with Drystan allowing Lina to steal Rosealba away, after all, she was the reason he picked Florence as his proposed venue. He was a man to figure. He would always figure out things, even if not said. He had seen the look of longing In Rosealba’s eyes—one that he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried. Somewhere around the house, in a spacious room that was bathed in a soft golden glow, ceiling-to-floor window draped in sheer,
Chapter 92.Rosealba’s lashes fluttered as she stared up at Drystan with big doe eyes, her tongue subconsciously licking over her lower lips in case of any remnant. Drystan’s jaws tightened but he slipped his semi harder cock into his pants, taking a step closer to her.His hand gripped her cheek and he cupped her chin into his palm.“You were a good girl.” He applauded in a tone that dripped with rich accolades. Rosealba's inner churned at the compliment and she flashed him a smile.Their moment of flirting bliss was suddenly interrupted as silence faded into the voice of the deep commotion outside the door. Before any could swing into action the door opened and….The air stilled and their breath hitched. The world shrank, reducing to just the three of them. Oh… four. Red hair, slim thick, 5’8 feet angel clad in a white dress and black tank coat halted at the sight that welcomed her in. Her breath hitched and her eyes moved from Drystan to Rosealba who was still kneeling on the
Chapter 91.“Heavens!!!!!Drystan rasped as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. His muscle clenched, coiled like a predatory poised to pounce.“Urghhhhh!!” His deep voice reverberated through the chill air. And he threw his head backward for some seconds before bringing it back, letting his gaze drop on Rosealba's face. His breath hitched, uneven, and ragged.He ran his tongue against his lower lips his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled himself halfway out of her mouth and slammed his entire length back into her mouth in one goal. Rosealba's body clenched. Hot scorching tears burnt the brim of her eyes as they widened as she felt the cap of his cock pressing against her lungs. She raised a teary gaze to meet his and heavens! He looked dreamily handsome with lips parted, and eyes heavy with pleasure. Drystan’s hand twitched around her hair. “You are so good… your mouth feels so good around my cock, sunshine.” Eager yet restrained fingers curled around her hair as he beg