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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
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
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
As Drystan stepped into his mansion, 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 forward 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 replicas of buildings he had, in and across the world. But today, there was a feeling of longing to arrive 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 a cover a debut to his hard exterior. Lately, compassion has been a part of him and he hated that he cared about people and their affair
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