All Chapters of His Deadly Obession. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Drystan’s jaws clenched as Rosealba pulled her tan-colored cloth, revealing the black turtle neck that hugged her body. With deliberate slowness, Rosealba reached for the hem of her turtled neck, lifting it up, slow and steady till it was above her neck before she finally pulled it away. Drystan’s muscle pinched as her exposed back came into his view. Skin, shining under the glow of the chandelier light. Heck! His eyes followed the tender movement of her hand as she dropped the turtle's neck on the coat that rested on the floor. His breath hitched, and his eyes moved back to her exposed back that was under the subtle grip of her black bra. A deep, low growl escaped his throat and he immediately tightened his hand into a fist—an attempt to decipher the thoughts, but desire slithered through him, raw and intense they nagged at him to step forward. Rosealba eased her neck, every action, deliberate and taunting. She reached her hand to her back, grabbing her bra, the last piece of

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

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

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 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