Semua Bab Sin For me!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 10. A smile stretched the corners of Rosealba’s lips as she moved closer and confirmed that it was Drystan. It was indeed him standing at the door of her store. How did he find her? She hurriedly opened the door, her actions filled with surprise and merriment. “You’re here,” Rosealba said, her voice laced with surprise and the faintest hint of happiness. Drystan smiled a rare and tender expression that softened the sharp lines of his face. The smile wasn’t just for her—it was for himself, too. An acknowledgment of the warmth she awakened in the cold chambers of his soul. Rosealba’s worries seemed to dissolve in the light of that smile, unaware that he didn’t know he was capable of offering something so gentle. Drystan’s eyes traced the curve of her form, lingering on every detail and her words fell on deaf ears, turning into a distant hum as he savored the sight before him. God, she looked perfect. Her blonde hair which was packed in a messy ponytail complemen

Chapter 12. Drystan moved with quiet confidence, grabbing the plump man by the collar. The motion was almost gentle, but the fear in the man’s eyes revealed the searing heat of Drystan’s grip. He trembled like a child caught in the jaws of a predator. For a moment, Rosealba’s fear dissolved entirely, replaced by a fluttering warmth deep in her chest. Drystan wasn’t just a savior; he was a force of nature, a storm that broke through her loneliness and fear in one decisive sweep. Her savior was a monster if only she knew. A monster that took life without chances. As the man whimpered and begged, Drystan’s piercing gaze found hers, making sure that there was no bruise on her body. His eyes were sharp, yet beneath their coldness, Rosealba saw something she hadn’t expected: relief— that she was safe. In that moment, she knew she was safe—not just from these men, but from the shadows of her past that had haunted her for far too long. Drystan’s eyes darted back to the man whose eyes

Chapter 14. Drystan stared at his violent jerking cock. “Fuck….” He cursed. A low deep curse. “Couldn't you stay calm?” the question was the most rhetorical question he had asked in years. Calm? Calm was never a word to use in a sentence that explained his desire for Rosealba. With another lady, he could stay calm, he could dismiss them even before they got down on their knees, but with Rosealba he could never stay calm. His desire for Rosealba can not be compared to any random lady who has warned his bed. Since the moment his eyes crossed her direction, his desire for her began to grow, superseding greater heights that only his desire for killing ever reached. His desire to own, possess dominate, and fuck her was great, greater than his urge to taste the blood of his every inherited enemy. His hand moved against his cock, very slowly that he could feel the pleasure coursing through him—his mind filled with images of her tiny little hands stroking his cock as gently as he

Chapter 16. Rosealba’s grip tightened on her phone as she struggled not to rip it off her ear and end the call. Her knuckles turned white, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thudded painfully against her ribs. “Come home,” the receiver from the other end commanded. The voice carried an undercurrent of unspoken concern, but it felt to Rosealba like a cage waiting to trap her— to trap her into being Don’s sex toy. “Home?” Rosealba scoffed, batting her lashes and blinking back the unwelcome tears. They pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. But tears were a weakness she couldn’t afford. Not now. “Home,” she repeated, her voice brittle with disbelief. She let out a soft, bitter laugh that escaped her lips like shattered glass. “Where is home? The place in Poland that seems rather so distinct? The place in Poland that leaves no freedom? The place in Poland that steals the little peace I have? Is that what you call home?” Each word cracked like a whip

Chapter 18. Roselba’s body shuddered at the hardness of his palm against her cheeks. She bit on her lower lips, looking everywhere aside from his face. “Look at me.” His voice soft yet commanding directed her doe eyes to his, and every freaking nerve in his body jubilated at the spark that glistened through her blurry doe eyes. This obsession was daring— too daring that he feared he might lose himself to the voice in his head that was daring him to carry every freaking desire that boiled through him. Drystan leaned closer, so close that their face was barely inches away from each other. Rosealba’s breath hitched at the closeness of his face against hers. Her pussy throbbed at the whiff of his cologne, developing sudden breaths of its own as Drystan’s hot breath fanned her cheeks. “What…” her voice trailed off as Drystan pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her at once. She stood still, frozen by his action but her inner churned and her legs wobbled as his closeness st