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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 52.
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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
