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
WARNING! This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM. There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18. Drystan presence screamed power, darkness, and danger as he leaned against his black Audi A7l with folded arms, waiting for Rosealba at the front of her office. It was something he had never done in his life. He never had to wait for anyone, never. He was Italy's most feared, he gave orders and they were carried out in micros seconds, but with her, there was a slithering desire to see, to feel, and to hold dearly. Since the day his eyes crossed her direction, he had been a different person. His darkness that didn't have limitations was suddenly limited to her. He found himself always at her flower store, like a homeless being, craving and yearning for her presence. Just
Chapter 1. “Let me go!!!” The painful cry from the frightened Aaron echoed through the air as two heft men dragged him across the dark room while he struggled to pull away from their firm grip. His face is bloody from the series of beatings. They threw him to the floor, his painful cries, seeming to Drystan, like a melody against his ear. When Aaron fell to the floor, a feeling of fear cascaded down his spine leaving his eyes frozen as they met with perfectly polished feet that were claded in a black Louis Vuitton oxford shoe. His body trembled as he slowly lifted his gaze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting its gentle ray through the slightly closed window, adorning the glow on Italy’s greatest nightmare, Alastor Merikh Drystan. The number one killer machine. He is often referred to as ‘The sovereign.’ For a 30-year-old, he had reached quite a milestone. At age 12 he had knacks for business and he had found so much passion in business as much as he found passion in kil
Chapter 2. A fleeting desire was Imprinted in his thoughts, like shadows on the wall. He tore his gaze away from her already-drenched body as he tried to decipher the dangerous desire to order for her and pounce on her like he does to every other lady, but there was something about her that had his eyes zooming off to her direction, again and again. For a start, she was typically the opposite of the women he dealt with in bed. He loved red-haired ladies, ones that carried heavy natural elements, clearly, she was not the kind of woman that piqued his interest. She was a Blondy with pale white skin, slim on the upper part and thicker on the lower part. She had a thin waist that accentuated the curve of her hips and that suddenly left him desiring the sight that lay underneath her clothes. What would it feel to have her hips thrusting against his? Drystan swallowed hard. He felt a slithering heat streaming down his chest. With the air condition in perfect shape, his skin was sweaty
Chapter 3. Drystan walked down the wooden stairs of Lina’s all-glass house. He had a scowl on his face as his burning gaze fixed on Lani. “Do you ever stop yapping?” Drystan’s voice sliced through the air as he descended the stairs completely. Irritation and disgust could be heard in the undertone of his voice. No matter how quiet Lina tried to be, she could never be as quiet as her brother, Dryatan. Not that she wanted to be. Lina hissed slowly and rolled her eyes at Drystan who had made his way through the corner of Lina’s kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from her freezer then returned to the spacious living room. “This is my house and I can Yap for as long as I desire.” “It would hurt more if I didn't have a house. I am not the one who keeps begging to be visited.” Drystan's replies were always a comeback and it left Lani faking a frown. She hated to admit how much she desired to be surrounded by the people she loved. “I don't need you.” She countered and Dry
His Deadly Obsession. Chapter 4. “Gether every detail about her,” Drystan commanded in his usual stern voice, dropping the picture of Rosealba that he had gotten from Lina’s shelf, on the table. Rocco reached out for it with a bow. He stared at the picture for not longer than 2 seconds before deeping it into his back pocket. He stood still, his both hands behind his back as he waited for Drystan’s next reply. Behind the black desk, Drystan sat comfortably and leaned into it, with a wrapped weed to his lips while he stared into space, alternating between killing the scumbag that tried to fake a deal with him. The thought of it sent his blood gushing in rage. With dark haunting narrowed eyes, he drew out a drag from his weed and offered it to the air before getting to his feet. “Have the stacked weapons arranged and sent to the warehouse I will handle the rest. “As you wish, my lord.” ****** Rosealba walked through Lowel’s hallway, wearing her big beautiful smile. In he
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
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
His Deadly Obsession. Chapter 4. “Gether every detail about her,” Drystan commanded in his usual stern voice, dropping the picture of Rosealba that he had gotten from Lina’s shelf, on the table. Rocco reached out for it with a bow. He stared at the picture for not longer than 2 seconds before deeping it into his back pocket. He stood still, his both hands behind his back as he waited for Drystan’s next reply. Behind the black desk, Drystan sat comfortably and leaned into it, with a wrapped weed to his lips while he stared into space, alternating between killing the scumbag that tried to fake a deal with him. The thought of it sent his blood gushing in rage. With dark haunting narrowed eyes, he drew out a drag from his weed and offered it to the air before getting to his feet. “Have the stacked weapons arranged and sent to the warehouse I will handle the rest. “As you wish, my lord.” ****** Rosealba walked through Lowel’s hallway, wearing her big beautiful smile. In he
Chapter 3. Drystan walked down the wooden stairs of Lina’s all-glass house. He had a scowl on his face as his burning gaze fixed on Lani. “Do you ever stop yapping?” Drystan’s voice sliced through the air as he descended the stairs completely. Irritation and disgust could be heard in the undertone of his voice. No matter how quiet Lina tried to be, she could never be as quiet as her brother, Dryatan. Not that she wanted to be. Lina hissed slowly and rolled her eyes at Drystan who had made his way through the corner of Lina’s kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from her freezer then returned to the spacious living room. “This is my house and I can Yap for as long as I desire.” “It would hurt more if I didn't have a house. I am not the one who keeps begging to be visited.” Drystan's replies were always a comeback and it left Lani faking a frown. She hated to admit how much she desired to be surrounded by the people she loved. “I don't need you.” She countered and Dry
Chapter 2. A fleeting desire was Imprinted in his thoughts, like shadows on the wall. He tore his gaze away from her already-drenched body as he tried to decipher the dangerous desire to order for her and pounce on her like he does to every other lady, but there was something about her that had his eyes zooming off to her direction, again and again. For a start, she was typically the opposite of the women he dealt with in bed. He loved red-haired ladies, ones that carried heavy natural elements, clearly, she was not the kind of woman that piqued his interest. She was a Blondy with pale white skin, slim on the upper part and thicker on the lower part. She had a thin waist that accentuated the curve of her hips and that suddenly left him desiring the sight that lay underneath her clothes. What would it feel to have her hips thrusting against his? Drystan swallowed hard. He felt a slithering heat streaming down his chest. With the air condition in perfect shape, his skin was sweaty
Chapter 1. “Let me go!!!” The painful cry from the frightened Aaron echoed through the air as two heft men dragged him across the dark room while he struggled to pull away from their firm grip. His face is bloody from the series of beatings. They threw him to the floor, his painful cries, seeming to Drystan, like a melody against his ear. When Aaron fell to the floor, a feeling of fear cascaded down his spine leaving his eyes frozen as they met with perfectly polished feet that were claded in a black Louis Vuitton oxford shoe. His body trembled as he slowly lifted his gaze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting its gentle ray through the slightly closed window, adorning the glow on Italy’s greatest nightmare, Alastor Merikh Drystan. The number one killer machine. He is often referred to as ‘The sovereign.’ For a 30-year-old, he had reached quite a milestone. At age 12 he had knacks for business and he had found so much passion in business as much as he found passion in kil
WARNING! This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM. There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18. Drystan presence screamed power, darkness, and danger as he leaned against his black Audi A7l with folded arms, waiting for Rosealba at the front of her office. It was something he had never done in his life. He never had to wait for anyone, never. He was Italy's most feared, he gave orders and they were carried out in micros seconds, but with her, there was a slithering desire to see, to feel, and to hold dearly. Since the day his eyes crossed her direction, he had been a different person. His darkness that didn't have limitations was suddenly limited to her. He found himself always at her flower store, like a homeless being, craving and yearning for her presence. Just