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His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 38.
“Here,” Drystan said, presenting Rosealba with the glass of juice and saving her from the embarrassment her hungry eyes had caused. She never thought she would ever be jealous of clothes but there she was ogling at clothes and wishing they didn't exist. Rosealba wore a smile, taking the glass from his hand. “Thank you.” She mouthed as she took the glasses to her lips, lowering her mouth to feel the glass against her lips before sipping never-ending the juice to quench the words that rose above her throat. Her eyes lingered through his body through the transparency of the glass. Wasn't it weird that her house, car, and the entire thing she worked on since her arrival to Italy got burnt and she just finished bawling her eyes out some hour ago only to desire to do something nasty with the man that came to save her? “The cup is empty, sunshine. Do you need more?” Rosealba jolted, pulling the cup away from her mouth. She wished the floor could open and swallow her because Drystan
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-22His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 39.
The moment Drystan stepped out of his room, he knew he had to slump somewhere and stroke this thirst out of his hungry cock or, he would be in his room in the twinkle of an eye, choking and slamming into Rosealba from behind. He didn't trust himself to stay in any room close to her or he would find himself running back to his room to fill her up and fuck her like he had never done to any woman before. His study had been the best place his mind blended to and he had walked hastily down there like he never did before. The moment Drystan got to his study room, he crashed into the black couch behind his big table, pulling his shirt across the room before a second could intervene and his cock bulged. Drystan breath hitched as he did away with his belt, pulling his brief down before another second could slice in. His cock bounced out, hard and veiny, it stretched smearing with precum. Drystan’s chest rosed, his breath uneven as the image of Rosealba licking on his precum spl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-23His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 40.
Drystan noticed the stiffness of her body and a knowing smile crept his lips. His eyes lingered on her body longer than a minute, noticing her failed attempt to turn to him. He brushed a finger at the bream of his nose, smiling inwardly at her mischief. Never had his guts ever lied to him. Her shadow, a reflection of a curvy captivating blonde at 5’7 feet had been enough for him to put everything together but he had still denied it willing to confirm his suspicions before announcing his heart a winner for always being right and, walking back here to meet her hooked against the bed still in her previous clothe spelled everything to him. He wasn't surprised, but there was a feeling of amusement that clogged him—he felt like he had discovered a dirty little secret about a lady whose appearance speaks nothing but Innocence. She sure as hell was one huge mischief guarding under the shelter of innocence and he had never been this curious to uncover something hidden. Drystan walke
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Drystan eyes glimmered with sparkles than they had in previous days. His tongue moved gently against his lower lips as he savored the sight of Rosealba’s succulent ass like it was his first sight of the beauty that befell him. “You are beautiful,” Drystan whispered, unable to tam the word from spilling out of his mouth. Rosealba’s thighs tightened and her cheeks burned into a blush. Her heart fluttered at the soothing compliment he rendered admist the moment of heat. Rosealba swallowed the void of shame down her throat as want and desire crawled through her, leaving her to banter with the complex needs of her body. She could feel his gaze burning through her ass like vengeful flames and she wished those flames would realistically burn her clothes off and leave her bare and naked to his gaze. Drystan moved her hair backward, his fingers grazing her neck in the act. Rosealba’s pussy tightened and her shoulder trembled softly from the gentle and deliberate graze of his fingers. Anti
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-26His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 42.
Rosealba’s eyes prickled and tears stung her eyes both from pleasure and pain. “Why did you follow me?” Drystan voice raw and raspy commanded truth that should not be negotiated, but she was Rosealba who desired more than just a spank. She wasn’t this much of a bad girl, but anything from Drystsn excited her and left the room for Yern. Rosealba sucked in some breath, her stomach curling in pleasure. “I… I didn't follow you.” “I bet,” Drystan whispered against her ear, landing another smack on her ass cheeks.Rosealba’s walls tightened and she clutched onto the walls. “Fuck!!!…” Her voice rumbled as much as her body. Her pussy throbbed, burning with the need to be filled by his pressing cock. Drystan rubbed gently on the spot he had spanked to ease the burning ache, taking that moment to admire the roundness of her ass. Soft, fleshy, and… damn! He swallowed “I’d never known you enjoy games, sunshine. But guess what?” His unspoken words lingered, filling the air with anticipation.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-26His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 43.
It's been three days since Rosealba watched her house burn to her feet. Three days of constant thoughts, endless inner cries, and unresolved inner conflict. During the day she would wear smiles to cover the burning ache and patiently wait for the night— the moment of serenity to pounder on the thoughts that haunted her— everything she owned burned with that house and she must be a joker to think that everything was fine. Nothing at all was fine. She didn't have a life if she didn't have a certificate and it would only take a small time before the landlord traced her to this fucking place and take her away without being questioned. And even if she decided to hide, she would never have a place outside this wall. Drystan had seen it all, the fear in her big doe eyes—even though they hide at the smallest visible part of the eyes—the pupil. And the pain she managed to cover with her faux smile. She was doing great at hiding it, but not away from Drystan. His eyes could see through everyth
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-27His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 44.
The elevator door opened, revealing the sumptuous sight of Roselaba. “I was going to come get you,” Drystan mumbled, trying to steady his eyes from wandering down the curve of her hips that his side eyes were forcing into his view. A smile secured the bream of Rosealba’s lips, this time genuinely. “Thank you for the outfit,” She mumbled with sincere gratitude as she stared around the part of her body her eyes could see.The breath in Drystan’s throat hitched and all the struggle to keep his eyes away shattered. His eyes drew her in, so visible he could read any radiation from her skin. An invisible smile secured the bream of Drystan’s lips but they didn't last for a second. When he sent the outfit to her, he knew she was going to pick this—something casual yet chic. His eyes lingered a lot more than he had intended to, drinking in her beauty and taking into detail notice how greedily the high-waisted light wash jeans, snatched her tiny waist and accentuated the curve of her hips.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-28His Deadly Obession. CHAPTER 45.
The ride to the mall was filled with silence that fueled Rosealba’s contradicting thoughts. While Drystan’s hand worked perfectly and delicately on the wheel just the way he desired to work on her pussy. Rosealba’s mind was a jungle of mixed feelings and contradicted thoughts. While she had spent the moment at the elevator basking in the warmth of Drystan’s hand and rejoicing to have found a certificate and a man who walked the night for her, she was back to thinking about reality. Countlessly, she had cautioned her eyes from stealing glances at Drystan in other not to get him discomforted. A pang of guilt clutched at her heart and her throat struggled to swallow the void of guilt that settled there. She was such an ungrateful person for questioning the integrity of this man— a man who walked the night and storm to see her happy. A man who appeared in the middle of both physical and invisible chaos, lifting the burden of her soul and providing her comfort in every form but, reality
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His Deadly Obession. Claiming Him.
Chapter 129. Rosealba’s delicate fingers moved against his belt, her touch featherlight yet deliberate. Drystan leaned back against the pillow, his body tense with anticipation as she unbuckled the leather strap and pulled it away with a slow, teasing motion.Their eyes remained locked, a silent challenge passing between them. With measured grace, she slid his pants from his waist, and he instinctively lifted his hips, granting her full access to remove them along with his briefs.His semi-hard member sprang free, thick and proud, and Rosealba’s eyes gleamed with delight—like it was the first time she was seeing him.Three days.Three days without him. Three days without the aching stretch of him inside her. Three days without the connection made her body feel utterly complete.Still holding his gaze, she moved her slender fingers to his waiting cock, wrapping them around him, her grip warm and possessive.Drystan’s muscles tensed at her touch. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stro
His Deadly Obession. Ruining Him Instead.
Chapter 128. Drystan walked them into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. Rosealba stood before him, her breath shallow, her body aching for his touch. His eyes, dark and possessive, traced every curve of her figures as if memorizing the landscape of his next sin. “You are trembling,” Drystan murmured, stepping closer, his fingers grazing the straps of her silk dress. “Is it fear of anticipation?”Rosealba's lips parted, but no words came out. A ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he reached for the delicate fabric, pulling it down, inch by agonizing inch. The material pooled at her feet, leaving her bare under his heated gaze. “Perfection,” he whispered his breath fanning against her neck as she tailed slowly, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Rosealba stiffened, his kiss sending a wild sensation across her spine. “Every inch of you... Is mine.” His hand roamed around her body, worshiping, teasing, claiming her with every touch. His
His Deadly Obession. To Ruin You.
Chapter 127. The gentle evening breeze curled around Rosealba’s skin the moment she stepped outside, its crisp touch carrying the faint scent of rain and roses.Slowly, Drystan’s hands moved away from her eyes.Rosealba blinked, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the dim golden glow of the driveway. The air around her seemed to be still, thick with something unspoken, something that coiled around her chest and stole her breath.And then she saw it.The car.Sleek, dark, and devastatingly perfect.The Bugatti La Voiture Noire stood like a beast waiting to be tamed, its midnight-black body gleaming under the soft wash of the golden moonset. Its curves were pure temptation, an art piece sculpted by the gods of speed and power.But that wasn’t what made her breath hitch.It was the roses.A sea of crimson roses spilled from the open doors onto the pristine leather seats. Hundreds—maybe thousands—of delicate petals, each one whispering of something deeper. Something unspoken.Roseal
His Deadly Obession. A Suprise.
Chapter 126. The dim glow of the chandelier cast a soft, golden hue over Rosealba, illuminating the torment carved into her delicate features.She sat still on the vast king-size bed, knees pressed tightly against her chest, arms wrapped around herself as if holding her own fragile pieces together.Three days.Three days of aching silence.Three days of relentless thoughts clawing at her mind.Three days of Drystan’s undying love suffocating her like a vice—gentle, yet inescapable.And in these three days, she had felt it deeper than ever. Deeper than the heated passion they had shared in the past.She had once believed their intimacy was the peak of their connection. The way he worshiped her body, how he made her tremble and unravel beneath his touch. She thought that was the height of their love.But she had been wrong.It was in this moment of darkness, in the silent war within her soul, that she realized the truth.It wasn’t their bodies colliding in desperate need that defined t
His Deadly Obession. The Price Of Failure.
Chapter 125. Drystan walked into the cold damp dungeon. The air wreaked of power and deceased body. The body he had made sure they faced their doom after betrayal. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and piss. The dungeon was cold, the stone walls stained with the ghosts of past lessons.The overhead bulb flickered, casting erratic shadows across the stone floor, where dark stains told a thousand gruesome stories.Drystan stepped forward, boots echoing against the concrete floor The dungeon was silent. Too silent and the incompetent men knelt on the cold stone floor, wrists bound behind them, heads bowed. The air was thick—heavy with the scent of old blood, damp walls, and something worse. Fear. It clung to them, seeped into their skin, settled in their bones.Their bodies trembled. Not from the cold of the dungeon but from the weight of the presence standing before them. Alactor Merikh Drystan. A man who didn't know mercy. A man who never allowed things to slide.
His Deadly Obession. White Rose Garden.
Chapter 124. Rosealba’s heart slammed against her ribcage, each thump echoing like a war drum inside her chest.Her hands trembled, fingers curling so tightly around her phone that her knuckles turned an eerie shade of white.Her stomach twisted. Her pulse drummed erratically.Lowel.The name alone was acid on her tongue. Bitter. Disgusting.The bastard had done this?A low growl rumbled in her throat, her stomach churning with sheer, unfiltered rage. Her grip on the phone remained ironclad as another message buzzed against her palm, vibrating with mockery.She inhaled sharply, dread coiling inside her ribs as she lowered her gaze.“More of this surprise is coming, Sunshine. And I am not going to stop until you come back crawling at my feet to take you back.”Her breath hitched. A sickening wave of nausea crashed into her. Sunshine. The word drummed against her ear. He had called her sunshine. Only Ignazio called her by that. No other person called her that name.Had he found o
His Deadly Obession. Pain in its disastrous form.
Chapter 123.Drystan’s fingers twitched. Anger hummed beneath his skin, scorching every layer like wildfire.His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the acrid taste of rage against his tongue.Silence stretched between them, hanging by a fragile thread of self-restraint. Fury burned through the deepest parts of him, but he couldn’t afford to unleash it. Not here. Not in front of her.Yet inside, he was raging. The fury howled like a beast clawing at the walls of his restraint. He wanted nothing more than to disappear to Rome, to hunt down every last incompetent fool he had entrusted with her safety. What the fuck had they been doing while her store was being attacked? Why hadn’t he been informed?His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles paling with the force.Then his gaze lowered—only to meet hers.Rosealba was already staring up at him, her big, beautiful doe eyes demanding answers. She had heard her name, heard her store being mentioned, but the rest of the
His Deadly Obession. Storm After Storm.
Chapter 122. Drytan’s brows knitted, furrowing slightly as Rosealba ran into his arms. His strong arms curled around her body, wrapping her in a warm embrace and stroking her hair between his fingers. Drystan lowered his chin dropping it at the middle of her head. That one action was anchoring. It was an action far better than millions of soothing words. His hand ran against her hair, stroking gently while letting her bask in the peace that his arms could offer. But he was triggered. Triggered to push forward. To ask questions— what had happened to her? Did she get a panic attack again? His heart skipped at just the thought of that. Could she have gotten a panic attack that he didn't know about? Anxiety slithered through his veins, rasping fearful fangs across his jaws. Drystan throat bobbled into a swallow. He ran his arm around her body, pulling her deeper. He would ask, but for now—he allowed her to settle. Rosealba’s heartbeat reduced gradually until there
His Deadly Obession. Her Safe Place.
Chapter 121 Rosealba glared at the screen of her phone, brows knitted in confusion as the unknown number displayed big and bright. For all she knew, she had a routine of people who called her. If Lina wasn’t calling, then it was her mother. But today, someone else was calling. Her fingers curled around the phone. A cringing feeling twisted in her stomach, and worry settled in. Could it be Lowel? Her breath hitched in her throat. The thought unsettled her. He didn’t have a reason to call her. She dropped the phone on the side table, looking into space. As soon as the call ended, the phone began to vibrate again. Rosealba picked up the phone, glaring at the screen—heart pounding like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. It could be someone entirely different, a voice in her head echoed. Someone from the writer’s firm. That was all it took for her hand to glide against the screen. She placed the phone to her ear, heart beating against her chest as she anticipated the voice f
