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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 48.
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
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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 48.
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
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 47.
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
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 46.
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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 45.
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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 44.
The elevator door opened, revealing the sumptuous sight of Roselaba. “I was going to come get you,” Drystan mumbled, trying to steady his eyes from wandering down the curve of her hips that his side eyes were forcing into his view. A smile secured the bream of Rosealba’s lips, this time genuinely. “Thank you for the outfit,” She mumbled with sincere gratitude as she stared around the part of her body her eyes could see.The breath in Drystan’s throat hitched and all the struggle to keep his eyes away shattered. His eyes drew her in, so visible he could read any radiation from her skin. An invisible smile secured the bream of Drystan’s lips but they didn't last for a second. When he sent the outfit to her, he knew she was going to pick this—something casual yet chic. His eyes lingered a lot more than he had intended to, drinking in her beauty and taking into detail notice how greedily the high-waisted light wash jeans, snatched her tiny waist and accentuated the curve of her hips.
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It's been three days since Rosealba watched her house burn to her feet. Three days of constant thoughts, endless inner cries, and unresolved inner conflict. During the day she would wear smiles to cover the burning ache and patiently wait for the night— the moment of serenity to pounder on the thoughts that haunted her— everything she owened burned with that house and she must be joker to think that everything was fine, nothing at all was fine. She didn't have a life if she didn't have a certificate and it would only take small time before the landlord trace her to this fucking place and take her away without being questioned. Drystan had seen it all, the fear in her big doe eyes—even though they hide at the smallest part of the eyes—the pupil. And the pain she managed to cover with her faux smile. She was doing great at hidding it, but not away from Drystan. His eyes could see through everything past what lay underneath her clothes. In the dimly lit meeting room, Drystan stood in fr
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 42.
Rosealba’s eyes prickled and tears stung her eyes both from pleasure and pain. “Why did you follow me?” Drystan voice raw and raspy commanded truth that should not be negotiated, but she was Rosealba who desired more than just a spank. She wasn’t this much of a bad girl, but anything from Drystsn excited her and left the room for Yern. Rosealba sucked in some breath, her stomach curling in pleasure. “I… I didn't follow you.” “I bet,” Drystan whispered against her ear, landing another smack on her ass cheeks.Rosealba’s walls tightened and she clutched onto the walls. “Fuck!!!…” Her voice rumbled as much as her body. Her pussy throbbed, burning with the need to be filled by his pressing cock. Drystan rubbed gently on the spot he had spanked to ease the burning ache, taking that moment to admire the roundness of her ass. Soft, fleshy, and… damn! He swallowed “I’d never known you enjoy games, sunshine. But guess what?” His unspoken words lingered, filling the air with anticipation.
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 41.
Drystan eyes glimmered with sparkles than they had in previous days. His tongue moved gently against his lower lips as he savored the sight of Rosealba’s succulent ass like it was his first sight of the beauty that befell him. “You are beautiful,” Drystan whispered, unable to tam the word from spilling out of his mouth. Rosealba’s thighs tightened and her cheeks burned into a blush. Her heart fluttered at the soothing compliment he rendered admist the moment of heat. Rosealba swallowed the void of shame down her throat as want and desire crawled through her, leaving her to banter with the complex needs of her body. She could feel his gaze burning through her ass like vengeful flames and she wished those flames would realistically burn her clothes off and leave her bare and naked to his gaze. Drystan moved her hair backward, his fingers grazing her neck in the act. Rosealba’s pussy tightened and her shoulder trembled softly from the gentle and deliberate graze of his fingers. Anti
His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 40.
Drystan noticed the stiffness of her body and a knowing smile crept his lips. His eyes lingered on her body longer than a minute, noticing her failed attempt to turn to him. He brushed a finger at the bream of his nose, smiling inwardly at her mischief. Never had his guts ever lied to him. Her shadow, a reflection of a curvy captivating blonde at 5’7 feet had been enough for him to put everything together but he had still denied it willing to confirm his suspicions before announcing his heart a winner for always being right and, walking back here to meet her hooked against the bed still in her previous clothe spelled everything to him. He wasn't surprised, but there was a feeling of amusement that clogged him—he felt like he had discovered a dirty little secret about a lady whose appearance speaks nothing but Innocent. She sure as hell was one huge mischief guarding under the shelter of innocence and he had never been this curious to uncover something hidden. Drystan walked closer
