Chapter 97. Rosealba swallowed the lumps that formed on her throat. Her eyes held onto Drystan’s propelling eyes, feeling every heat as they caressed her skin, even from afar. Her fingers twitched into nervous fists. She glared at the table, short of words. Crawl? Her stomach tightened into a propelling knot. That was the most hilarious yet sensual way to become even more nasty than she already was. She had never imagined crawling to anyone but the thought of it now, sent sensations across her spine. Pushing her nervousness aside, she lifted her body, getting on the table like Drystan had commanded. Crawling to him would not be such a bad idea. Drystan’s temple twitched as Rosealba went all four on the table. His jaws clamped. The sight of her of her heavily dangling boobs braided an irresistible hunger. His hands tightened into a fist and the urge to grope her boobs sneered at him, but he remained stilled. The air stilled and the tension slowed to a single charged moment.
Rosealba’s breath turned heavy and uneven as she panted into the hot kiss. Her pussy throbbed gently as Drystan’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, stealing her breath through each second of kisses. Seconds later, Drystan pulled away from the kiss, their face, barely an inch away each other. Their parted lips, trembled as they heaved out hot uneven breaths. Drystan’s dark eyes lingered around Rosealba’s lips a little longer before moving to her set of hunger-filled eyes. “I told you not to cum, didn't I?”His voice was a raspy blend of caution and threat. Rosealba’s skin prickled in awareness of her mischief. Her lips parted, but they closed back without a word. “Do you know what Daddy does to bad girl?”Rosealba bit the inside of her lips, trying to temper her needy body. “I… Bad girls get punished.”A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips. He raised a finger to her chin, raising her gaze up to meet his. “Daddy is going to punish you, Sunshine. So
Chapter 99. “Oh My Goodness…” Rosealba’s gasp trailed into a low moan. Her back arched as the kiss lingered like the delicious taste of meals she had at the restaurant some while back. Drystan’s tongue licked against her flesh, sucking her skin in with a passion that mirrored his desire. The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it. Drystan snuck in a breath, kissing the nape of her neck and watching her shake to the instinctive pleasure. “You are beautiful, Sunhine….” His words held a pause as he trailed his eyes around her body, sucking in another breath. “So beautiful t
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
Chapter 99. “Oh My Goodness…” Rosealba’s gasp trailed into a low moan. Her back arched as the kiss lingered like the delicious taste of meals she had at the restaurant some while back. Drystan’s tongue licked against her flesh, sucking her skin in with a passion that mirrored his desire. The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it. Drystan snuck in a breath, kissing the nape of her neck and watching her shake to the instinctive pleasure. “You are beautiful, Sunhine….” His words held a pause as he trailed his eyes around her body, sucking in another breath. “So beautiful t
Rosealba’s breath turned heavy and uneven as she panted into the hot kiss. Her pussy throbbed gently as Drystan’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, stealing her breath through each second of kisses. Seconds later, Drystan pulled away from the kiss, their face, barely an inch away each other. Their parted lips, trembled as they heaved out hot uneven breaths. Drystan’s dark eyes lingered around Rosealba’s lips a little longer before moving to her set of hunger-filled eyes. “I told you not to cum, didn't I?”His voice was a raspy blend of caution and threat. Rosealba’s skin prickled in awareness of her mischief. Her lips parted, but they closed back without a word. “Do you know what Daddy does to bad girl?”Rosealba bit the inside of her lips, trying to temper her needy body. “I… Bad girls get punished.”A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips. He raised a finger to her chin, raising her gaze up to meet his. “Daddy is going to punish you, Sunshine. So
Chapter 97. Rosealba swallowed the lumps that formed on her throat. Her eyes held onto Drystan’s propelling eyes, feeling every heat as they caressed her skin, even from afar. Her fingers twitched into nervous fists. She glared at the table, short of words. Crawl? Her stomach tightened into a propelling knot. That was the most hilarious yet sensual way to become even more nasty than she already was. She had never imagined crawling to anyone but the thought of it now, sent sensations across her spine. Pushing her nervousness aside, she lifted her body, getting on the table like Drystan had commanded. Crawling to him would not be such a bad idea. Drystan’s temple twitched as Rosealba went all four on the table. His jaws clamped. The sight of her of her heavily dangling boobs braided an irresistible hunger. His hands tightened into a fist and the urge to grope her boobs sneered at him, but he remained stilled. The air stilled and the tension slowed to a single charged moment.
Chapter 96. Rosealba’s nipples prickled at the sight of him. Shirtless tattooed chest. Calloused veiny hands. Broad shoulder that could shield her from the eyes of chasing enemies. The air stilled, thick with a pleasure that clung like a whispered secret.Rosealba swallowed, moistening her dry throat. Her eyes darted to the equipment in his hands again and a knot tightened against her stomach.Even though she lacked knowledge of what the instrument were, the tension in the air was enough to tell that something eerily sweet was about to happen. Drystan took some steps forward, dropping the instrument on a table.“Come here.” His voice, a deep baritone rasped through the chilled air. Rosealba’s heart pounded as her legs took gentle steps closer to him.His eyes lingered on her body, drinking her in like it was his first sight of her.A muscle in his pulse jumped as his eyes accentuated the curves of her lips. Heavens! So she was his! Rosealba freaking Movin was all his and nothing
Chapter 95. Lina's heart thrummed against her ear. The tension so palpable as Dairo returned with a first aid kit. He scrunched to the floor, not sparing either Rosealba or Lina a glance. Fuck every damn existence! The only thing that mattered to him was keeping his lady safe. As Dairo reached for Lina's feet—she took a step backward. Her hands curled into fists and she batted her lashes gently refusing to look at him. His touches didn't soothe the fire In her, it fed it, making it burn hotter, wilder, consuming every inch of her willpower. She could not trust her traitorous body, her nipples already tightened at the mere graze of his fingers against her toe. Dairo’s hand dropped to his knees. He let out an inaudible scoff, moving closer to get her feet but Lina pulled backward again and this time—this time he could not help himself. His restraint collapsed like a crumbling barrier. Stripped off every ounce of restraint, he got on his feet, gripped her wrist, and pulled her clos
The door to the restaurant opened and an air of mystery and elegance grazed Rosealba's skin as she stepped in. Her eyes hurriedly took in the sight of walls adorned with a sleek matte finish. Beside her stood the red-haired Lina who was claded in a white sweetheart gown that flowed down her beautiful legs and accentuated her moderate curve.Her eyes moved around the dimly lit restaurant cloaked entirely in shades of black. Just as she loves it. As Lina moved closer Black asthetic was a thing that her entire family lived for and they were slowly pulling Rosealba into the game.Rosealba's nostril flared softly as she took in the scent of oud and smoldering Vanilla, an intoxicating blend that lingered like a whispered secret. “This is beautiful,” Rosealba whispered, leaning into Lina. A smile kissed Lina’s oval face. “Just the way I like it.” She spared Rosealba a wink and they began to approach the table at the corner of the restaurant— polished obsidian with subtle gold grining,
Chapter 93. The breakfast had been filled with warmth. All through the room echoed with shared laughter and instant joy.Rosealba had also learned some things about Drystan. He was a man of few words around everybody, she was just an exception. While they eat in utter hanomy, her worries and suspicions about Drystan and Lina fade before she can even think of it. She had learned that Drystan and Lina were the best of siblings while growing up because they were what was left for each other, but they hardly ever agreed to the same thing. The meal had ended with Drystan allowing Lina to steal Rosealba away, after all, she was the reason he picked Florence as his proposed venue. He was a man to figure. He would always figure out things, even if not said. He had seen the look of longing In Rosealba’s eyes—one that he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried. Somewhere around the house, in a spacious room that was bathed in a soft golden glow, ceiling-to-floor window draped in sheer,
Chapter 92.Rosealba’s lashes fluttered as she stared up at Drystan with big doe eyes, her tongue subconsciously licking over her lower lips in case of any remnant. Drystan’s jaws tightened but he slipped his semi harder cock into his pants, taking a step closer to her.His hand gripped her cheek and he cupped her chin into his palm.“You were a good girl.” He applauded in a tone that dripped with rich accolades. Rosealba's inner churned at the compliment and she flashed him a smile.Their moment of flirting bliss was suddenly interrupted as silence faded into the voice of the deep commotion outside the door. Before any could swing into action the door opened and….The air stilled and their breath hitched. The world shrank, reducing to just the three of them. Oh… four. Red hair, slim thick, 5’8 feet angel clad in a white dress and black tank coat halted at the sight that welcomed her in. Her breath hitched and her eyes moved from Drystan to Rosealba who was still kneeling on the
Chapter 91.“Heavens!!!!!Drystan rasped as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. His muscle clenched, coiled like a predatory poised to pounce.“Urghhhhh!!” His deep voice reverberated through the chill air. And he threw his head backward for some seconds before bringing it back, letting his gaze drop on Rosealba's face. His breath hitched, uneven, and ragged.He ran his tongue against his lower lips his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled himself halfway out of her mouth and slammed his entire length back into her mouth in one goal. Rosealba's body clenched. Hot scorching tears burnt the brim of her eyes as they widened as she felt the cap of his cock pressing against her lungs. She raised a teary gaze to meet his and heavens! He looked dreamily handsome with lips parted, and eyes heavy with pleasure. Drystan’s hand twitched around her hair. “You are so good… your mouth feels so good around my cock, sunshine.” Eager yet restrained fingers curled around her hair as he beg