Novels by Ms. Alupeng

Rosella's POV“DAMMIT!” I screamed, bolting upright as cold water crashed over me. I’d been lost in a deep slumber and It took a second for my mind to catch up as water streamed down my face and soaked through my chest. It stole my breath as my heart slammed against my ribs.A lean man stood beside my bed, an empty glass hanging loosely from his hand. My vision was still blurred, my mind thick with fog—I couldn’t even make out his face.“Wha… what the hell did you do that for?” I rasped, dragging a hand over my eyes and sucking in a shaky breath as I tried to focus on him.Recognition hit me a second later.“You?” My eyes widened as they locked onto Lucien—Blake’s guard, the one who’d served me the wine that left me in this condition.He didn’t say a word. He just stood there with an unreadable gaze fixed on me.I pressed my hands to my head, tilting my face downward.“Fuck…” The pain throbbed mercilessly, pounding through my skull. The room spun violently, and I grabbed the edge of

Rosella's POV I tilted my head lazily, my eyes dropping to his hand before meeting those hazel eyes again. “Is there something else, Mr. Blake?”A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.“Confidence looks good on you, Amber,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I can feel you trembling.”My toes curled involuntarily.How the hell does he know? I tried to stay composed, but he was right—my spine was shivering, and my heart was hammering over the club’s bass."Adrenaline," I forced out.I leaned back toward him just an inch. "Being this close to a man like you is... overwhelming.”His gaze never wavered.“I see…” he murmured, a faint, dangerous edge lacing his tone. “It’s rare to find a woman with such audacity.”I stayed silent, holding his gaze.He leaned in closer, the scent of Tom Ford Oud Wood thick in the air. “So, tell me… what’s your price for a night? A night with the Dunes Boss.”I stiffened. It was exactly what I’d been praying for—a golden tic

Rosella’s POV I stepped onto the red carpet leading to the entrance of Luxe Noir. Up close, the club didn’t just look expensive, it looked like a fortress built on ego and blood money. Two huge men stood at the entrance like statues, their faces blank and unsmiling. One of them held a sleek silver device that looked like a futuristic wand.“Scan-Tech 360,” the man on the left grunted, waving the wand over my body. It beeped steadily, while I kept my face a mask of bored perfection. "VIP credentials," the second guard demanded.I slipped a hand into my clutch and pulled out the black-and-gold pass Mag had secured for me earlier. Sliding it through the scanner, I watched as a green light blinked to life. A second later, the massive golden doors parted soundlessly, unveiling a decadent world of wealth, vice, and temptation hidden beyond.One moment, it was just the quiet drizzle of a Texas night. The next, a wall of bass hit me hard in the chest, the air inside thick with the smell o

Rosella's POV"Strip and spread those legs wide," Blake Luca growls, tossing a 9-inch realistic dildo right at my face.I blink rapidly and catch it like my life depends on it, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick silicone shaft before it can smack my cheek.I don’t dare say a word. I just stare at the man standing at the edge of the bed.But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym.He wears a tight white shirt that shows off his hard chest, the sleeves rolled up to expose thick, veiny forearms. His black pants cling to his strong thighs, and the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric between his legs is impossible to miss. A massive dragon tattoo curls up his right arm, its dark scales etched in black and red. The beast’s snarling head disappears beneath his collar, right at the base of his thick neck.And his face—God! Thi