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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
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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
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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
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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.
Last Updated : 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
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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.
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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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