บททั้งหมดของ Sin For me, Daddy.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

HIS DEADLY OBESSION. Chapter 30. Rosealba’s breath hitched and the looks in her eyes grew intense. She had not expected him to say such nasty words like they meant nothing. Yet none of the compulsive defensive organs of her body has picked a fight with it. Rather, her pussy throbbed and her nipples grew harder, poking firmly at her innocent dress. Drystan looked from her face to her nipples and he ran his tongue over his lower lips, his eyes darkening with desire as salivated at the increase in the size of her erect nipples. “Every part of your body calls my name sunshine.” He looked away from her nipples, then back to her eyes. His eyes were a garden of lust and forbidden desire as he watched through the transparency of her eyes. “Your nipples are hard sunshine.” His voice was low and raspy, communicating his desires, her desires, and still did well at arousing her already aroused arousal. Rosealba’s pussy tightened at the hazy sight of his jade eyes. They burned with

“Your eyes are filled with needs sunshine. Needs for...”“Needs for you.” Rosealba completed. Although her voice came out in a low whisper, Drystan felt the sensation from her voice crawl down his veins. Rosealba’s cheeks flushed further and shyness consumed her. She loved every bit of this moment. Whatever it was made sense to her and she desired more. Drystan grip on her cheeks tightened and he caressed them softly. His eyes darkened with desire. “I want to have a taste of you.” His voice, firm and hoarse lingered through her head like the tingling sensation that dangled through her. “How can I give you a taste of me?” Drystan smiled at the simple question that was quick at making his cock throb. He loved the shy her, but he loved this version of her who summoned confidence to mouth all those dirty yet soothing words to him. His eyes roamed around her pretty face. From her right eyes to her left, then to her sumptuous lips. Gosh! He desired to do a lot. To kiss these pretty l

Rosealba sat on the kingside bed, her cheeks stretching as she read the romance book that created the thoughts of Drystan in her head. He had asked her to stay here, In his room till he returned and she was really good at abiding by rules. Her lips twitched into a smile as she read a few interesting lines, the thoughts of Drystan spewing into her head. Her phone buzzed, vibrating against the bed. She grabbed the phone from the bed, too engrossed in each line of the book to glance at her phone. She pressed the side button before taking the phone to her ear. “Hello.” The receiver from the other ear spoke and Rosealba froze at the familiarity of the caller’s tone. She pulled the phone back from her ear to get a glimpse at who the caller could be, but the number was from an unknown source. For a second Rosealb had thought that it was Lowel. She shrugged her shoulder off, bringing the phone back to her ear. “Hello. Who am I speaking to?” Rosealba replied calmly and the line went si

Rosealba took a step back, trying to steady herself from falling. Her leg wobbled and the distance her movement gave the burning house fastened by a fraction of an inch. With lips parted and eyes that held water as much as that of an ocean, she struggled to calculate. First, her light was turned off and second, the door to her house was opened, she… she had not even been at home since the day she went to the club with Lina. If the house wanted to burn on its own, she would have been back to meet perks of aches and not a burning house— someone was behind this. The thought of someone trying to kill her sent scorching terror across her veins and her heart panged in her chest. She sniffed back, taking steps away from the door. It was not time to be sentimental, it was time to be logical and... She should not be feeling sad, weak, or lonely she sniffed back the burning tears and reached for her bag, which she hung against her shoulder. She should put a call across to Lina to come be wit

“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