Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin For me, Daddy.: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Rosealba’s pussy tingled as Drystan’s lips found hers, capturing it into a relentless kiss. Her pulse thundered as Drystan enclosed his hand against her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring and devouring her mouth like he was tasting himself from her lips. Every move of his lips against hers left her arching and yearning for more of what he desired to offer. His grip on her neck tightened and he tilted his head sideways, tasting every corner of her mouth. His cock hardened, almost painfully. He had been yearning for his day. For the day when he would kiss her hungrily and taste himself off her lips—that day was today and every ounch of him prayed gravely to be buried in her tight willing self. Drystan pulled away, his breath raging and heavy as he stared back at Rosealba with eyes that represented lust, needs, and desire. His grip on her neck remained, just like his gaze against hers. “How was your first taste of cum?”Rosealba’s stomach churned at the

Drystan sat in his dimly lit office. His sharp gaze fixed on the thick stack of mafia proposals before him but his mind wandered around with thoughts of Rosealba. The scent of leather and expensive whiskey lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of gunpowder—a reminder of the world he owned—and the world he ruled here in this unholy room and outside this unholy building.A golden lamp cast a low glow over the polished mahogany desk, highlighting the precise arrangement of documents that dictated the fate of incompeted men. Men who needed him to survive—men who needed his approval to carry on with life hacks. Across from him stood Rocco, silent and observant as always. He spoke when necessary, and his presence was a constant reminder that the world outside this office relied on Drystan’s command. The proposals lined up on the desk were all the same—offers of allegiance, desperate alliances, men begging for his approval to expand their illegal trades. Tonight, one proposal i

Drystan’s hand settled on Rosealba’s waist, guiding her through the walkway as they stepped into the beautiful penthouse. As the floor-to-ceiling glass door that stretched across the entire length of the main living room building opened, they stepped into the interior that offered an unbroken view of the beautiful interior. Welcoming Rosealba’s eyes. Her eyes delighted slightly as she took in the view of the living room. Dark leather furnishings and minimalist decor enhanced the living room, with a refined aura, their clean lines and luxurious textures exuding effortless opulence. Rosealba’s eyes wandered further, her legs moving towards the direction of the open-concept design that flowed seamlessly from the grand living room to a kitchen adorned with black marble countertops and state-of-the-art appliances, each surface catching the ambient glow of golden pendant lights, while Drystan just walked behind her, loving the amusement in her eyes at every step she took. “This Is beaut

Rosealba crossed her arms beneath her boobs, raising her chin in Sophistication. “I am in!” The confidence in her voice had Drystan smiling. He leaned into her, his both hands still in his pockets. “Are you not scared of losing?”Rosealba scoffed, swinging her hair backward and sparing him a sassy look. “Losing has never been a problem. Beside… I will not lose.”Drystan bit softly on his lower lips, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Let's see.” He mumbled, straightening his posture. “The game starts now.” “Now?” Her brows arched and she spared Drystan a warning look. “The game can not start until I am ready.” Drystan scoffed, secretly enjoying how comfortable she had become. His eyes darkened and he let them wander sexually around her body.“What does it take to get you ready, sunshine?”Rosealba’s skin heated at the notice of his seductive undertone. Her pussy pinched, his action almost sweeping her off the boldness she had summoned. “Well….” she murmured, turning to her h

Rosealba’s pussy pinched, wetness coating her thighs. His words raw and dirty rasped sensation across her spine. Her shoulders trembled slightly under his choice of words and the weight of his sinful eyes. They drank her in ways none ever has, filling her with warmth and worth. Her nipples delighted, as the gentle air in the living room brushed against it. Drystan’s muscles pinched and his eyes delighted at the sight of her hardenening nipples. Rosealba had ways of melting through his existence and he dared not deny how easily she uncovered him. Drystan took a step closer—with every step he took closer, Rosealba replaced it backward, with slow deliberate ease until her ass was pressing onto the long breathly table. Drystan’s grin deepened and he closed the space between them. “You think you could run?”“Run?” Rosealba scoffs, struggling to keep her cool. He was too close to her and the heat from his body left her pussy burning. She raised her chin up, her eyes flickering with seduc