As Drystan walked them Into the dimly lit room, the gentle air from the room swept across their direction, caressing Rosealba’s skin. Rosealba shuddered and her grip against his neck tightened. Drystan’s grip on her ass softened, more like a gentle fondle. Rosealba’s body tense, and her gaze against his softened. “Your ass cheeks… they are beautiful.”Rosealba’s cheeks warmed and a gentle blush crept against them. “Thank you.” She whispered softly.Drystan advanced into the room, dropping her gently on the big bed. Rosealba adjusted into the bed, her eyes holding onto Drystan who stood some inches away from the bed, his cock hard and veiny. Her throat flex subconsciously as she swallowed, moving her eyes to his bulging cock. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of being fucked by Drystan’s mighty member. Her heart raised with thoughts as Drystan stood away staring at her. What would it feel like to be fucked by him? Would her pussy drip like they do to his fingers? Would she love it?
This moment was different—different than whatever he had shared with other women—different from what Drystan had imagined. Rosealba’s pussy was not just tight. They held possessively held onto him like her walls were scared he would slip away. His muscles stretched. Pleasure filling him. “Urgh!” Drystan grunted, trying to hold himself from thrusting. Her pussy was everything. Perhaps too sweet than everything. His hand moved to Rosealba’s face and her cupped her cheeks gently into his palm. “It hurts.”Rosealba whimpered, her eyes filled with tears. Drystan nodded, affirming to her. “I will make you feel better… Daddy will ease the pain and you will feel better, okay?”His voice deep and husky, carried a concerning tone. Rosealba nodded, hoping on him. Even if he didn't ease the pain, she didn't want the moment to end—there was something about the look in his eyes that she didn't want to end. The look of pleasure—the look of arrival. Like he was finally home. Heck! They filled her
Drystan’s right arm curled around Rosealba’s naked body, holding her closer to himself, while his left hand held onto the phone that was staring right back at him. His grip on the phone tightened, threatening to rip its part apart. Was he suddenly so poor at hiding his expression? He had gotten a message from Lina last night and the content still bothered him. Rosealba was extremely worried because he appeared at her store looking distressed and she had to inform Lina. His jaws clenched and he gritted. Ingret! Luthos was an ingret for threatening him and causing him to get his woman worried. His woman—the name sounded so weird yet so good. For decades. He had women in his bed—one that took his cock from behind in whatever position he desired but this time was different. He had not turned off the light. He had not fucked from behind and he had most definitely compromised. Giving her time to adjust to him. Everything that happened last night was ethereal. He had been a man but of few
Rosealba gave her reflection one last look on the mirror before turning to Drystan—the person in the mirror was a clear reflection of the human that Drystan had built In 4 months. “How do I look?” Rosealba asked, spreading her arms around, her face beaming with smiles and enthusiasm. Drystan muscle tensed. He had been staring at her from his position—thirsty to have her ass on his face while he sucked directly from her wet juicy pussy. He tilted his head sideways, examining her like he had not been doing so from the unset. His eyes accentuated her blonde her that framed her delicate oval face to the strands that rested on her tan beautiful single-breasted overcoat, which he had specifically picked for himself. Drystan knew that this was the length he could reach—If his eyes had to move down, then she would be getting his dick in her pussy, or his face buried between her thighs. “You look good.” he finally exhaled a comment. “Good?” Rosealba’s brows knitted and she pouted. “How
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION.Chapter 75.Drystan sat in his chair, under the glow of the dimly lit chandelier— the only source of light that illuminated the dark office.Drystan’s finger thrummed lazily on the table as he looked outside the window, capturing the boring city view into his gaze. Drystan’s throat dried and his lips twitched into an unknowing smile. Subconsciously, he raised a finger to his lips reminiscing on the kiss he had shared with Rosealba some seconds ago. A passionate kiss that had nearly driven him to the edge of madness. It was their first kiss as couples and Damn! He had been filled with so much hunger that he barely desired to pull back. All he desired at that moment was to rip her clothes off and claim her as his again and again until they were both wasted. The bustling sound of the busy city outside turned faint under the thrumming sound of his heart that carried the thoughts of Rosealba, beating rapidly with consuming thoughts of her. “Oh Drystan… yes…” Rose
The dungeon was cold. The kind of cold that seeped into the bones, that made the air thick and heavy, like death itself lingered in the shadows. Water dripped from the cracked stone ceiling, slow and deliberate, each drop echoing through the empty chamber. The scent of damp earth mixed with something more pungent—blood, sweat, and the lingering stench of fear.Drystan stood still, his shoe planted firmly on the stone floor. The only light came from the torches lining the walls, their flames flickering, casting eerie shadows that danced along his sharp features. He said nothing. He only watched his presence oozing danger. Kneeling before him was the man who had dared to dream of betraying him. Not by selling him out. No, this was worse. He had tried to ally with Luthos, a sworn enemy while keeping a foot with him. He had believed, foolishly, that he could stand on two sides at once.Now, he knelt in the filth of the dungeon, his hands bound behind his back, his face bruised and bloodi
“Miss Rosealba.” The editor greeted, stretching a hand. Rosealba hurriedly took the hand, her face grazed with a cozy smile. “Please sit.” The editor urged after a brief moment of silence and Rosealba nodded, retrieving her hand from the shake. She sat on the chair opposite the editor, dropping her bag on the table that was filled with files and documented manuscripts. “What would you like to be offered, Miss Rosealba?” Although the editor’s voice sounded really professional, Rosealba could still detect that there was a bit of cordiality compared to her last visit. “Water would be fine.” Rosealba smiled simply. The editor nodded. She stood up and approached the fridge and Rosealba took a moment to admire the office. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with classics, contemporary masterpieces, and well-worn manuscripts marked with colorful sticky notes. Soft, golden light streamed through large windows, casting a warm glow over the plush armchair in the
Stephanie sat under the glow of the dim light, her fingers curled tightly around the armrest of the chair. The air in the room was still, thick with the weight of her emotions. Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling with restrained fury. The image of what she had seen today burned behind her eyelids, refusing to fade.Today, she was present at Nobel Write to be certain Rosealba didn't get a chance to go back to the firm. On her arrival, she met something shocking—something that eventually stole her attention from her initial intention. She had seen Roselaba hugging someone.Not just anyone—but him.Alactor Merikh Drystan. A man of power. A man of sophistication. The ruthless Italian Mafia lord that every knee bowed at his presence. A man that she could only admire from a distance, one she has dreamt of having yet never got a chance to his bed let alone his arms. And that man—who the world knew not to be affectionate hadn’t merely accepted the hug from Rosealba, he had we
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