With every moment they shared, his need to claim her intensified. His longing for her had now transformed into an all-consuming possessiveness, one that clouded his sanity. Now, the mere thought of her being with someone else was enough to make his blood boil. Her soulful eyes, tantalizing lips, and intoxicating voice had captured him, turning him into a sex fanatic. Every time their eyes crossed paths, he would burn hotter with desire. The man who couldn't care less about people and relationships was now utterly spellbound by a woman, his every thought, every fantasy was consumed by him. He let his finger glide down the bridge of her nose, finally resting on her plumpy lips as he gazed at her beautiful face, utterly tranced by her beauty. His thumb traced the curve of her lips, their addicting taste still lingering in his memory. She was lost in her dreamland and he was lost in her. Her lips were slightly parted, releasing soft snores that made him chuckle. She was adorable. Bringin
Maya's instincts were telling her something was off. Yesterday night, Dante's parents had called him. Their wedding anniversary was tomorrow and they were throwing a lavish party. They had also invited her which was bizarre. Mrs. Martinez had invited her personally and insisted she attended with Dante. Dante had also insisted, believing socialising would do her good. Ignoring the nagging feeling, she briskly dusted off the imaginary dirt from her gown and retreated a step to assess her appearance in the mirror. She resembled her former self in this classy blue gown- the shadow under her eyes had diminished, her heart-shaped face appeared fuller and she no longer looked malnourished. Leaning closer to the mirror, the woman scrutinized her makeup. She had put on makeup for the first time in what felt like forever. There was a time when she was obssessed with make up. Her collection included all the high-end brands and she even had perfumes custome-made for her. She was so spoiled. But
Dante was tempted to hold her hand and let her know she wasn't alone but he resisted. He knew an impulsive move from him could spark scandals around her. He had been linked with several celebrities in the past only for sharing mere space. People were obsessed with his dating life, to know who makes this cold CEO's heart throb, and the media never spared a chance to play on their obsession. He balled his hand into a fist and walked ahead of her. They were going in through the back door. Even though there was no media to capture them, there were people. Maya surveyed the sophisticated decor that successfully conveyed the lavish nature of the party. She was led to the grandest hall of the hotel where the celebration was being held. Her nervousness spiked up as they approached the entrance. Her mind churning with questions. Do they still remember? She had left a big scandal in her wake. On the other side of the threshold was a world she had long dissociated herself with. The world where
She followed him to a quiet corridor, bereft of human presence. He paused in the middle of the passageway and turned off the light, plunging the space into darkness. "What happened?" she asked, having picked on his bitter mood. She approached him in quick steps when he didn't answer, her brows furrowed in worry. "Is everything.." her voice was cut off as he yanked her by her throat, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes grew large with utter shock upon meeting his gaze. His eyes were swirling with a violent rage, cutting through him like sharp blades. "What were you two talking about?" he demanded, his voice deranged into a dangerous growl. She shivered, scared but aroused too. "About you," she answered submissively. "Did you tell him about us?" he questioned, his face creeping closer. She shook her head. He clenched his jaw as if her response had displeased him. Gripped by a sudden burst of jealousy, he captured her lips in a demanding, possessive kiss. It wasn't a gentle
His dad gaped at her for a long moment, his face awash with disbelief. However, the shock soon morphed into bitter anger. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he gritted out, his eyes narrowing into slits, cutting through her like sharp blades. His hostile tone prompted her to recoil, tears pooled in her eyes. Dante's hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could retreat further. Mr. Diaz's gaze snapped to their joined hands. His brows furrowed together in confusion. "She is with me," Dante declared, his tone edged with steel. Maya craned her neck to look at him. A stern expression clouded his features. Mr. Diaz's gaze flickered between them as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing."Do you have no shame left in you?" Mr Diaz reprimanded Maya, his icy glare so vehement, it could freeze her to spot. "Don't talk to her like that," he expressed his disapleasure. He didn't care he was her father, no one had the right to demean her. No one. "Mr. Martinez, have you forgo
The sunroof slid back, revealing a jet-ink sky dotted with stars.She admired the cosmic sight and whispered, "Beautiful." Dante turned his eyes to her, bewitched by the serene smile that graced her lips. She stood up and closed her eyes, savoring the rush of cool air against her skin. The locks of her hair dancing in the wind, framing a face that radiated joy and thrill. As he watched her, a fierce emotion welled up in his chest. He was enchanted. Angel. She was an angel, oppressed by the world but still untainted by its malevolence. She was the manifestation of his dreams. He was tempted to grab her face and kiss the life out of her but at the same time, he wanted her to savor the moment. So he ignored his temptation and stepped on it, turning his car into a racing machine to make the experience more thrilling for her. The road was empty, leading to God knows where. "Stop," she shouted in excitement. Dante shot a confused look before slowing his car. As soon as the car stopped,
He woke up to her sleeping on his chest. Half of her naked body was over him and the rest was pressed firmly against his. He smiled, watching her sleeping so peacefully in his embrace filled him with a familiar warmth. He wrapped her long strand around his finger and began playing with it. A while later, her eyes fluttered before they opened slowly. "Good morning," he whispered before kissing her lips. She smiled, showing her pearly teeth to him. He pecked her teeth too. They showered together, again indulging in the lustful game of desire. They had lost count of how many times they had fucked. Desire was always overflowing, urges wild and irrepressible. He was leaning back in the bathtub with her on his lap. His gaze intent on her as she bobbed up and down his cock. A roguish smile played over his lips as she gasped in pleasure while swallowing him to his roots. He loved the effect he had on her. ........ Maya asked the maids to prepare a special menu tonight but most of them i
She closed the door and sank in a heap on the floor. She was so disappointed, so utterly ashamed of herself. How would she ever meet Dante's eyes after embarrassing him in front of his family and friend? How could she be such a failure? The incident had caused her self-confidence to wither. She always makes wrong decisions and embarrasses others. "Maya," his voice laced with concern cut through her thoughts. She didn't respond. He crouched behind her and implored, "Look at me, sweetheart." She shook her head, sobbing even harder now. His gentleness was only making her more emotional. "Please," she sobbed, hiding her face between her knees. He came in front of her and cradled her red cheeks. Holding them gently, he lifted her face. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and her face clouded with sorrow. "I am sorry," she apologized, her chin wobbling. Dante wiped away her tears. She raised her sorrowful eyes to his and explained "I didn't mean to embarrass you in f