Each chapter of this book seems to be my favorite. Every chapter always comes out, dark and beautiful! The way Rosealba was taunting Drystan with each act—and how he stood still in silence because he has a surprise for her and didn't want to jeopardize it. Heck! I am a shameless shipper at the moment.😩❤️
Rosealba stared beneath her nose, stared at the sight of her dress that was within the reach of her eyes. She ran her sweaty palm against her clothes, nervous to take a step. She had been standing for 5 minutes after she fixed her dress and wore the shoe that Drystan handed over to her, but she couldn't take a step forward. She had worn this dress without a mirror to inform her of her look and she feared that she might not look good, but she trusted Drystan to always provide her with an outfit that aligned with her body type. Rosealba took a step forward, her Christian Louboutin heels clicking against the floor. She hesitated for some seconds, before schooling herself through. “I am ready.” She mumbled pressing her lips together. Her voice a hammering whisper, failed to conceal her nervousness. Drystan turned. He had faced the other side of the jet because he didn't trust himself to not pull her closer and fuck her without control. His eyes found her the moment he turned and hi
The flight from Rome to Florence was quick and brisk, but Rosealba slept her flight through it. The excitement from work and Drystan's surprise had overwhelmed her pleasantly to the land of nature and Drystan? He watched her sleep through the flight, his gaze never leaving her for even a second. **As the jet landed, at the airport in Florence Drystan knew the moment was here— so close it was almost suffocating. He stepped out of the jet, his black-on-black suit crips and tailored, clung to his body, his presence, commanding. The city light of Florence twinkled in the distance but his attention was focused on only her, his woman. A rush of crisp air, welcomed Rosealba as she began to descend the airstairs that were covered with red carpet. Her dress flowed like liquid slik as she took her first step. The warmth of the cool evening breeze graced her skin, lifting her blonde hair to the sky. Each step she took, gentle yet delicate was a promise told by the slit on her thighs. Dryst
Drystan voice deep yet tender, reverberated through the air as he stretched his hand forward. “Shall we?”Rosealba spared him a glance. Her lips curled into a gentle smile and she nodded. The glow from the vintage streetlamp bathed her in golden hues, her blonde hair shimmering. Beside her, tall and powerful, Drystan walked, draped in his all-black custom-tailored suit and coat—feeling something dangerously close to vulnerability, not because he doubted himself but because she ruled over him with every measured step, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone pavement as they approached the entrance of the exclusive rooftop restaurant. The restaurant's double glass doors slid open soundlessly, revealing an opulent interior bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and hanging Edison bulbs. The moment they walked in—Like powerful couples, the air stilled and the head turned in their direction. Conversation between the managers and workers stilled. The air thickened with the weig
Rosealba’s eyes twinked with tears. Finally, she was worthy—worthy of a man, and she didn't have to try, nor doubt it. She didn't have to doubt his love for her. She sniffed back, caressing his cheeks with her thumb and watching him twitch instinctively underneath her touch. Her eyes held onto his for some seconds longer. Time stretched and each second became an intoxicating mix of allure and fear. Drystan’s heart pounded so hard against his ear, curiosity, and anticipation evident in his eyes. “I am yours, Drystan. I will always and forever be.” In a low whisper, her voice dropped the shell into him. Drystan’s fist tightened and his tensed muscle relaxed, her reply—stripping him of every worry and replacing it with a sense of power— giving him total power and domination over her. His racing heart calmed, seconds after seconds till he didn't hear any of his breath In his ear again. His lips stretched and a genuine smile plastered his face. She was his woman! Officially his fianc
Rosealba’s breath hitched, catching in her throat. She stared at Drystan who’s head was currently buried between her thighs, and her skin prickled as he trailed soft and gentle kisses against her skin, coursing her to shiver. Drystan’s muscles pinched, and his jaws locked as he trailed gentle kisses against her inner thighs, loving the soft quiver of her body against his grip. The bream of his nose grazed her delicate skin, taking in the scent of her arousal, and… “Gosh…” Drystan puured In a low gentle growl, throwing his head backward and savoring her scent. “Such beautiful hole….You smell… you smell awesome, Sunshine. Like my favorite plate of breakfast lunch and dinner. Rosealba chuckled, loving the teasing effect of his words as they mingled with the effect of his actions.Her nipples twitched underneath the shelter of her cloth and she burned from within, eager to be greedily sucked. Drystan lowered his head again, kissing gently on her thighs while staring up at her express
Chapter 87. Rosealba chuckled. His words soothed her like the work of his hand against her boobs. Rosealba could barely believe she was this person. A lady who suddenly said nasty words without the fear of being judged. One who could finally be herself without the fear of discrimination.Drystan pinched on her nipples, sparing her a wink. “Loving my touch?”Rosealba body jerked. Convulsing. Her palm rested on the table and she threw her head backward as Dryatsn twitched her swollen nipples against his finger, loving every bit of her reaction. His cock kicked harder as he drank her naked body in. Hunger tightened at his abdomen. His hand moved to her neck and he grabbed it in a possessive hold, watching her tremble. “Do you know how crazy you are driving me?”“How can you be so relaxed sunshine, when I can barely think sanely in each second?” Rosealba's heart made a backflip, so quick and brisk she felt the consequences downing into her stomach in a sharp sensation. Jaws tighten
Chapter 88. Those were the last words he said before thrusting his mighty self into her slim tight self. “Arghhhhh!!” Rosealba screamed, arching and pressing into him. Her eyes watered as he filled her up, stretching her tight pussy.A low growl escaped Drystan’s lips. “Goodness.” He groaned throwing his head backward, but he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled himself halfway out of her pussy and slammed into her welcoming hole in one smooth slit again. “Yes!!!” Rosealba cried out loud, the sensations shooting right down to her toes and up to her belly. It was like being hit by a train… it was too fast and unexpected, sending her senses reeling as his full size penetrated her pussy.Drystan groaned, taking a minute to adjust to her tight self while kissing around her sweaty face. “You are so tight, sunshine... And so… so good.” The vein at the side of his neck twitched and he groaned, picking up his thrust, slow and steady at first. “Oh…” Rosealba moaned, feeling every drop of his
Chapter 89.Rosealba woke up the next morning, her body aching, her pussy sore from the relentless passion of the previous night. A low groan slipped past her lips as she stretched against the plush bed, her limbs weak yet sated. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between her thighs.She reached for the other side of the bed, her fingers brushing against emptiness. Her brows knitted as she patted the space where Drystan should have been. A flicker of disappointment coiled in her chest. She swallowed hard and attempted to sit up, but the sharp ache between her legs reminded her exactly why her body felt so weak.“Monster,” she cursed in Polish, though the word lacked venom. Instead, a ghost of a smile danced on her lips as last night’s memories flooded her mind.The lavish rooftop restaurant in Florence, the candlelit ambiance casting golden hues over Drystan’s impossibly handsome features. The way he had gazed at her, the intensity
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