His Deadly obsession.
Chapter 5. The distance between Rosealba and Drystan closed gradually as he took steady yet powerful steps closer to her. Why she was on the floor and crying under the cold rain bothered him. Rage burned through him. Whoever was responsible would pay the price he would wish he never had to hurt her. That is if the person lived to rethink his fucking actions. “Sunshine.” The words slid out of his mouth before he could even control it. He didn't know if it was too early to call her by that name but that was the name he had prepared for her and it soothed so well because of how delicate her presence brightened the room, no matter how dark the moment was. “Go away.” Rosealba was going to scream and yell and tell the person admist her sobs that she knew this street was dangerous and it was none of his fucking business but she recalled the voice and that left her frozen for some seconds. Slowly, she raised her gaze and his pair of jade emerald eyes sent a surge of life into her. The line on her face wore off replaced with….security. Her pulse which was plundering so hard against her ribcage subsided as she relished in the awareness that it was him—It was indeed him. Her night in shining armor, the one she met at Lani’s house and found out that he was her best friend’s brother yet she never met him once In their almost two years of friendship. The same man was standing “6’4 tall away from her, yet his eyes held all that had the sole capacity to mortify her warry heart. “Are you hurt? Why are you?…..” Drystan’s words trailed off as she subconsciously found her wobbling legs in a stand position and without further calculation she jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly and inhaling his powerful yet soothing cologne. A muscle in Drystan’s groin tightened and a nerve in his body jumped, as his nose caught a whiff of her cologne. His hand remained still beside him as he tried to ignore the thoughts that his nasty inner whispered to him. His lack of reciprocated action didn't bulge Rosealba. She hugged him tightly pressing her body into his like he was her solace— he was indeed her solace at the moment. A vein in Drystan’s head tangled and a flex occurred In his throat as he swallowed in hard trying to dismiss the unneeded yet very much welcomed thoughts off his head. As if staring at her braless pointy nipples was not enough, she decided to jump on him and torture him with the warmth of her succulent skin. Even with the pouring rain and the coldness of her clothes her body still radiated warmth. The rain came pouring heavily creating a more intimate ambiance that left him feeling the roundness of her soft mound that he already predicted as a c-cup size and the prickling feel of her hard braless nipples as they pressed onto his hard chest. His muscled clenched hard and his cock twitched In return. His fist tightened beside him and he gulped, controlling every fiber of his vein to not lose control to this intoxicating scent and intensive grip of hers. Damn whatever he was doing at the moment because it would never have taken him up to three minutes to smash her against the car, arch her against it, pin her hand against her ass, and drive his huge self into her presumed sweet tight cunt, then ride whatever sense was left out of her, but something was holding him. She was his little personal slut and everything with her would be done accordingly, till they fell in place. Drystan exhaled softly and finally wrapped his solidified arm around her tiny body that was all it took to not grab her boobs into his palm and fondle them greedily. The sudden elopement of her body into his callused arm had a shuddering effect invading every living nerve in Rosealba and she froze at the realization that she was in his arms and the comfort she thought she sought had gyrated into a rippling feeling of waves that crushed her system like an instant electric shock. The soft sensation of sparks that left her stomach filled with butterflies was something she had never felt with Lowel, not when he attempted to touch her or even tried to kiss her, yet it came voluntarily just from hugging this stranger. She deciphered the thoughts immediately, concluding that the waves of pleasure were only from the effect of the heavy rain that poured down her body. Casting the thoughts out of her head she hugged him tightly shutting her eyes and settling into the shelter that his shielding arms provided her. Some minutes later, they were both in the car and Drystan was ready to revive the car to life. “Your seat belt.” He noted and she reached for it, her body shaking from the coldness of her soaking wet clothes. How he would love to see her wet… from below. Drystan stared at her for a fleeting second, clearly uncomfortable with the way she shook. He desired to see her shake, but that would be underneath him when he’d shove his cock into her pussy and fuck her hard till she beg for him to let her cum. He reached for his water-resisting coat and flung it over her shoulder, noting the hitch in her shoulder as he moved closer and the gentle relaxation of her tensed-up shoulder as he pulled away. “Thank you.” She appreciated in a whisper but Drystan gave no reply, then turned on the warmer. His grip on the wheel tightened and his knuckles almost turned white as he drove down the dark road with boiling blood and tasty tongue to taste the blood of the monster that dared to make her cry. “Why were you outside there on the lonely road without anyone?” Rosealba strangled the hem of his coat and she wished the silence didn't end. She was back to being aware of her actions from some moment ago and the feeling that had slited through her was still confusing. Hearing him talk had a feeling of warmth trekking through her. “I was stranded.” She swallowed. Drystan stared at the beautiful side of her face not longer than two seconds before returning the gaze to the road. “Where were you coming from? Who touched you?” He inquired in his usual powerful tone. No matter how calm he thought his words were they still sent a surge of chill across her spine. Being less brutal did not fit him an inch, but he was willing to try. For her. The image of Lowel's fitted cock against Stellina's pussy and his hot thrust and grunt flashed into her head. “My boy…. ex.” She corrected in a low reply shutting her eyes and deciphering the thoughts from her head. “He cheated and gaslighted me, then broke up with me.” Drystan grip against the wheel tightened and a flex occurred in his throat he swallowed in. His eyes did not betray an emotion but his heart was boiling with so much rage. This was not enough reason to hurt her ex like he intended to. Her ex was more than the luckiest person in the world to have broken up with her before he could coil his way to the motherfucker and end his existence for being with his property. However, the vein in him tightened as he realized that he was not going to kill anyone for hurting his angel, he was only going to look for her ex and pay him a little token of knife marks for hurting his lady and letting her stay on the road, cold and lonely. Drystan reached a hand for her hair and brushed it backward, his expression did not ease to the normal expression that humans had but his eyes held a rail of comfort. “He is not worthy of you…” his eyes scanned her face for some seconds…. “Or your tears. So do not cry again, okay?” All the weight that rested on her chest lifted and she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Thank you.” she expressed In the purest way and Drystan’s hand brushed her hair away letting her feel the graze of his finger against her forehead. Rosealba’s body stiffened and her pussy pinched. She felt the strange invasion of tingles between her legs, but she was too busy dismissing the thoughts, she could barely differentiate between the wetness of her pussy, or the wetness of her entire drenched body. The rest of the ride went by in a blur and Drystan subconsciously tilted his head to have a glimpse at her beautiful face that leaned against the window. While Rosealba relished in the view of the city that moved in a blur, her eyes blurred into dreamland and Drystan was left to feed his hungry eyes to the sight of her poking nipples. His muscles pinched and every nerve in his body jumped in competition with his needy erect cock. “Urgh,” he grunted and spared his clothed cock a glance before suppressing the rapid thoughts of sins out of his head. If staring at her hard poking nipples could make him this hard then what would sucking on her boobs, sucking on her pussy, and fingering her tight cunt and beautiful asshole do to him? The desire to let his monster cock from its captive clouded his head but he deciphered it with the decision to take her home. In his phone laid her home address that his men had sent to him after their little investigation about her. But he would rather take her to his house and watch her sleep beautifully on his king-size bed, while he took note of every twitch in her body. His long-found obsession was killing and watching people scream for mercy but right now a new obsession has been unlocked and it would be watching his little white rose sleep gracefully while he watched over her like her divine protector. Perfect!He might be crazy. Or a psychopath for sitting on this chair with his huge and erect cock in his hand while his preying eyes fisted greedily on the beautiful sight of her fresh thighs, as she slept like the princess he would make her in no time. Drystan leaned against the wall in his room, his eyes hungrily fixed on the pretty sleeping Roseslba. His pair of emerald jade eyes watched over her like the protector he promised to be. Only that his very psychopathic and perverted self desired to do more. He moved an inch closer and her cologne began to reek stronger, pulling him closer. He was a greedy person for not taking her home, but he would certainly not deny being greedy. He has always been a greedy person and with her, he would be even more greedy. As she made a gentle swift of position his eyes followed her keenly till he noticed the gentle twitch of her mouth. His groan tightened and a deadly desire rasped through him. “Go on your knees and take my cock, you slut.” He imag
Rosealba’s head throbbed and her blurry vision eased gently, her eyes catching a glimpse of an unfamiliar ceiling. Her right hand gripped the side of her forehead as she sat upright, grimacing from the pain that ground through her forehead. Slowly, her eyes opened and a feeling of confusion dawned on her as she became more conscious of her surroundings. Her eyes moved around the room— a breathtaking modern architecture, composed entirely of glass, creating an almost ethereal sense of transparency, bathed with gold light that cast its gentle glow on her skin. “Where… where am in?” She asked softly, her voice clear and confused as she ran her hands against the king's size soft fluffy bed, desiring an answer from no one. Her gaze shifted to her body and fear sliced through her body like the icy wind that caught through the warmest resolve. Her clothes from yesterday were gone, replaced with very beautiful, unfamiliar nightwear. Her mind drifted to the thoughts of Drystan. The room
His Deadly Obsession. “Did you really walk in to meet Lowel fucking Stella like they didn’t already claim the sister and brother’s titles?” Lina’s sharp question pierced the air for the third time since Rosealba arrived. Rosealba nodded briefly, her lips pressed into a thin line, her shoulders tight with the weight of the memory. With each question that Lina asked Rosealba was reminded of his deep grunt and the expression his face held. “That jerk,” Lina spat, her voice laced with venom, her anger etched into every sharp line of her expression. “And he had the right to gaslight you?”Rosealba exhaled softly, her shoulders slumping further as she nodded again, barely moving her head. She was tired—tired of the questions, tired of reliving it. But she knew Lina wasn’t the type to let things go. Her best friend was relentless when it came to demanding answers.“I can’t believe that jerk had the nerve to gaslight you, after putting you through all of this stress. He should be grateful h
His Deadly Obsession. Nothing made sense to Drystan aside from the thoughts of Rosealba and the things he did to her lips while she was asleep. The room was dimly lit. The faint hum of the overhead fan barely masked the city sounds outside. The air smelled of cigarettes and leather, a testament to the countless deals sealed in this space. Seated at the head of the long mahogany table, was Alactor Merikh Drystan. “The sovereign.” He leaned back in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other. His dark button-down top was immaculate and he wore it like armor. A smoldering cigarette rested between his fingers, sending thin trails of smoke into the air. His face was a mask of indifference calm, his sharp cheekbones casting shadows in the dim light. His cold, dark eyes betrayed no emotion as he studied the men who sat in front of him, their nervous energy palpable. One of them is a portly man with beads of sweat forming on his temple. The other was a thin man who kept glancing
His Deadly obsession. A smile stretched the corners of Rosealba’s lips as she moved closer and confirmed that it was Drystan. It was indeed him standing at the door of her store. How did he find her? She hurriedly opened the door, her actions filled with surprise and merriment. “You’re here,” Rosealba said, her voice laced with surprise and the faintest hint of happiness.Drystan smiled a rare and tender expression that softened the sharp lines of his face. The smile wasn’t just for her—it was for himself, too. An acknowledgment of the warmth she awakened in the cold chambers of his soul. Rosealba’s worries seemed to dissolve in the light of that smile, unaware that he didn’t know he was capable of offering something so gentle.Drystan’s eyes traced the curve of her form, lingering on every detail and her words fell on deaf ears, turning into a distant hum as he savored the sight before him. God, she looked perfect. Her blonde hair which was packed in a messy ponytail complemente
Chapter 11.Rosealba stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back with an intensity that mirrored the raging storm within her. Clutching her manuscript, her knuckles whitened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, unveiling her inner turmoil. She drew in a deep breath, attempting to summon the confidence that seemed to elude her. Straightening her posture, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder. “You can do this,” she whispered to her reflection, forcing a smile that failed to mask the uncertainty in her eyes. This was her moment, her opportunity to ascend the literary ladder. The thoughts of losing loomed over her, threatening to shatter her dreams of joining the esteemed Noble Writers firm. She could not afford rejection at the moment. This was her only hope. Her only dream. The sudden vibration of her phone jolted her from her reverie. Retrieving her phone from the pocket of her cream-colored coat—a garment that exuded an elegance that her face didn'
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 12. Drystan moved with quiet confidence, grabbing the plump man by the collar. The motion was almost gentle, but the fear in the man’s eyes revealed the searing heat of Drystan’s grip. He trembled like a child caught in the jaws of a predator.For a moment, Rosealba’s fear dissolved entirely, replaced by a fluttering warmth deep in her chest. Drystan wasn’t just a savior; he was a force of nature, a storm that broke through her loneliness and fear in one decisive sweep. Her savior was a monster if only she knew. A monster that took life without chances. As the man whimpered and begged, Drystan’s piercing gaze found hers, making sure that there was no bruise on her body. His eyes were sharp, yet beneath their coldness, Rosealba saw something she hadn’t expected: relief— that she was safe. In that moment, she knew she was safe—not just from these men, but from the shadows of her past that had haunted her for far too long.Drystan’s eyes darted back to th
Chapter 13. Drystan exhaled. An almost invisible exhale. “You have been standing for long. Does your leg hurt?” His eyes narrowed down to her legs and she pressed them together. Drystan reached to her fresh feet but she took a step backward before he could grip her leg. For the fear that her confused body would react to something as tiny as the graze of his finger. Drystan stared up at her. “Doesn't it hurt?” Rosealba shook her head, slowly and he nodded getting up on his feet. He picked her nylon from the floor and walked over to the passenger seat.“I will drop you home,” he informed throwing the door open. A smile stretched at the corner of Rosealba’s lips and happiness followed. “Thank you.” She appreciated it and walked into the car, her face beaming with smiles. Drystan smiled at her very childish act. She was pure, almost too pure to be called his woman. But nobody complimented her like him. She was all his. The ride to her house was silent. Rosealba settled into the
In the dimly lit room, Drystan sat on the couch that presented him with the beautiful view of the pool outside his wide ceiling-to-floor door. His finger drummed gently on his thighs while his right hand held his phone glaring at it and awaiting Rosealba’s reply. It's been an hour since he sent her a message and she had not viewed, nor replied to his message. It was unlike her. His grip on the phone tightened at every second as if trying to strangle the source of his anger. The door to his relaxing space opened and Rocco walked in, clothed in a black outfit that hugged his sculpture body. He walked with practice ease as he approached Dryatan, his face a mask of indifferencies, just the way Drystan loved to have his men— tough and serious at every second. “My lord.” Rocco bowed, his hand clutching firmly onto the brown envelope in his hand.“What's in the envelope?”Rocco arose from the bow. “It is a letter from the government.”Dryatan’s eyes narrowed and he stared at the pool for
“One more kiss on your tempting lips and I will be having a taste on your pussy lips. Do you want that?” Rosealba’s cheeks flushed as his words resounded in her ear. Her body trembled slightly at the thought of it and the expression his face held when he uttered those nasty words to her.Her pussy tingled, and she suddenly regret running off the other day. She should have stayed and learned what it felt like to have him tasting her pussy lips. Weird— it was the weirdest she had ever been. Getting home to check what her pussy lips looked like. It was the nastiest she had ever done, yet every action and every recall of his nasty words had her pussy throbbing, so hard till she was propelled to touch herself to the crafted image of him that her mind had presented, and only stopped when she was trashing back and forth with the intensity of her orgasm. It was difficult to comprehend— how she had turned from the insensitive Rosealba to one whose pussy dripped at the sight of a mare man—ma
Chapter 25. His words raw and dirty, like a blow, struck Rosealba’s ear and she stared at him, with an uncertain expression. No one ever came so raw and dirty with words or her, yet her pussy made a gentle throb to his words and her mind pictured a perfect image of what he had described. Drystan took a step forward, closing the space between them. Rosealba swallowed hard, feeling her nipples grow underneath her bra. She turned and walked over to the table breathing the moment of silence and tension. “The meal here was delicious.” Her voice came out shaky betraying her attempt to shield her erect nipples from his hungry eyes. A smile touched Drystan’s cheeks one that didn't reach his eye. He moved closer to her, so close that she stilled her body, hoping they would not make contact, but Drystan leaned further pressing the front part of his body to the back side of her body, and caging her between his arm and the table in front of them. “The meal here would be nothing
The ride to the location was peaceful. Rosealba settled into the chair, her thoughts straying far away— the gentle peck he placed on her forehead and the sensation it sent down her spine. It was maddening— reacting to something as small as just a kiss. Not even a touch from Lowel could make her body stiffen that way. ****“My lord.” A tall man dressed In all back appeared In front of them and bowed his head slightly. Drystan waved a hand and the black man, Dicko understood immediately. He raised his head and moved closer to Drystan “My lord. The restaurant has been reserved according to your order.”“Good.” That was the only response that came from it, it was sharp and informing. Without further hesitation, Dicko bowed and walked off. “Let's go,” Drystan mumbled taking Rosealba's hand into his and she could not help but notice the tenderness in his voice when he spoke those two words to her, they were different from the way he spoke to the scary-looking body guys. A lot of thin
Rosealba ran into the changing room. She shut the door and leaned into it, panting and trying to restore her heavy breath. “Gosh!” She exclaimed, thinking about everything that happened out there. Rosealba rested on the closed door, her heart pounding as the image of the moment outside clouded her head. She settled into it. Subconsciously, her lips stretched into a smile as she recalled the look in his eyes. The bulge of his cock, and the gentle throb against her back. Her pussy tingled and wetness coated her thighs as she envisioned the image of his cock. She settled into the thoughts, wondering how it would feel to have his cock in her hands while she stroke gently on it like the porn ladies she has grown to watch.“Are you hungry? I will serve you some cock.” His previous statement resonated through her ear. Her heart pounded at the rawness of his words and her nipples hardened from the thoughts of being served his cock. “What would it feel like to be served his cock? Will. Will
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 22. The world stood still, revolving around them. His words pounded in her ear and her pussy made that tiny tingle that had her it burning with untold desire. She swallowed, too stunned to say a word.His words came raw and dirty yet they filled her mind with nasty thoughts that left her pussy throbbing— nasty words that she never allowed, yet it felt so soothing coming from him.“I…” “You look pretty.” Drystan silenced, taking a step closer. Rosealba's legs stayed fixed, rooted to the floor. The one step he took was gentle, yet powerful that it covered the space between them. Her heart pounded at the closeness that left her feeling the heat that his body radiated. Her eyes trailed from his cheeks to his lips. They were soft and tempting yet they looked like the kind of lips that would capture hers and dive her into the world of the forbidden. Her eyes accentuated his hard jaws, his collar bone, and then to the revealed part of his sculptured chest
Chapter 21. The call ended, with Roselba wearing a big smile on her face. Her eyes darted to the gift box that rested on the counter in her office store. The smile wore off, gently, replaced with a natural expression. Her heart melted at the sight of the thoughtful gift. “You do not sound like you got rejected. I like that for you Roselba.” “You look radiant today ma'am.” This was a remark from her best friend and a lady who came to purchase bunches of flowers. “Whatever picked you up and made you have faith I hope it keeps guilding you calmly at this stormy moment of your life.” As Lina’s words filled her mind, she took a seat on the stool. The man who is guilding her heart with shores of hope is her best friend’s brother. He has been there, like no other, and day by day he had become the solace she refused to admit that she lacked in her life. “I will come see you the moment I finish my meeting from the office.” It had been delivered to him by a person she could best refer
IN POLAND. The room was quiet, except for the faint ticking of an ornate clock on the mantelpiece. Roselba’s parents sat stiffly on the velvet armchairs, their faces pale under the weight of Don Vittoro’s imposing presence. He stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the golden glow of the setting sun. His tailored suit was immaculate, but it was the cold authority in his eyes that dominated the room—cold authority in his eyes yet he was no match for Drystan , if he ever has the opportunity to share the same space with Drystan. Without turning to face them, Don Vittorio spoke, his tone sharp and deliberate. “I am a man of agreements. And your agreement with me, signed and sealed, was very clear.”Roselba’s father shifted uneasily in his seat. “Don Vittoro, we… we needed time. Perhaps we can—”The Don turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. “Time?” he repeated, his voice a low, menacing drawl. “I do not deal in delays. I deal in absolutes. And the absolute truth is this—Roselba bel
Drystan sat on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the sprawling city beneath him illuminated by the night. The faint hum of the city of Rome couldn’t penetrate the glass, leaving him in an eerie silence that mirrored his thoughts. His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular, but his mind was on her—Rosealba. The woman that haunted his thoughts day and night. Rocco entered the room cautiously, his footsteps barely audible on the polished marble floor. He held a dossier in his hand, but he knew better than to speak first.Without turning, Drystan’s voice sliced through the silence. “My lord.” Rocco bowed.“This is the information you requested.”Drystan forward slightly picking up the glass of cup that contained a wine, from the table in front of him. He leaned back into his chair, still giving Rocco his back. His voice was a low growl that commanded obedience. “Tell me everything you’ve learned about Nobel Write.”Rocco cleared his throat and opened