Mag-log inRosella’s POVI wake to the faint aroma of steaming espresso. My stomach flutters with anticipation as I rub the sleep from my eyes and blink against the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. Glancing across the massive bed, I realize Blake isn't beside me. On the bedside table sits a silver tray laden with breakfast—the source of the delicious aroma that woke me. Perfectly poached eggs, flaky pastries glistening with honey glaze, sliced tropical fruits arranged like jewels, and two steaming cups of espresso, arranged with meticulous care.I suppose he must be in the bathroom… or out on the private balcony overlooking the city skyline.Last night was pure hell in the best possible way. My legs are still shaky, my pussy deliciously sore and tender from how thoroughly Blake claimed me. He fucked me for hours, relentless and insatiable, bending me into every position imaginable. I can still feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips as he took me from behind, the w
Rosella’s POVHe nudges the bedroom doors open with his leg and carries me inside, lowering me gently onto the edge of the massive bed. Cool water drips from my body onto the silk sheets, darkening the fabric beneath me. My soaked bra and panties cling transparently to my skin. He stands before me, completely naked, his thick hard cock straining toward me.“On your knees.” His voice, low and commanding.I bite my lip and slide slowly down to the floor, gazing up at him through my lashes.“Take it all in, Rose.”My hands tremble as I reach for his dick—so big, thick. I wrap my fingers around the base and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head before taking him into my mouth.“Good girl,” he groans, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.I start sucking slowly, gradually building a steady rhythm. His fingers tangle in my wet hair, guiding me. “Suck it like it's all yours, Rose.”I moan around his cock, the vibration making him twitch against my tongue. I swirl my t
Rosella’s POV Heat floods my cheeks as shame twists sharp in my stomach. I yank my hand from my soaked panties and spin to face him. “I… I… I didn’t know you were here,” I stammer, voice barely above a whisper. He says nothing. He simply lifts the glass of whiskey to his lips and takes a slow sip, eyes never leaving mine—cold and unreadable—yet the intensity of his stare sends another helpless throb straight to my core. I swallow hard, water dripping down my neck. “I should… I should go inside.” “Why did you stop?” His voice is low and raspy, slicing through the night. My breath hitches. “Because.. you’re watching me,” I manage, cheeks burning hotter. A faint, sinful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “And yet your body doesn’t seem to mind.” He sets the glass down with a soft clink. “Don’t let me interrupt. Finish what you started.” “I… I can’t,” I whisper, thighs pressing together under the water. He walks to the edge of the pool and crouches beside me, the moonlight h
Rosella's POVThe glass elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. We step inside, and the doors glide shut behind us. As the elevator begins its silent ascent, my thoughts refuse to settle.Why is Blake being so protective of me?He actually hit Tino again, because of me.I can't make sense of it.Everything about him confuses me—one moment, he's terrifying enough to make my blood run cold. Next, he's standing between me and danger like it's the most natural thing in the world.I lower my gaze, trying to ignore the man Blake called Kris standing across from me. He's tall, dressed in an expensive black suit tailored to perfection. His sharp jaw and quiet confidence speak of the kind of wealth most people could only dream of. Yet, unlike Blake, there's no suffocating cruelty or menace hanging around him.Beside me, Roman stands silently, his broad frame taking up most of the space. The only sound is the faint hum of the elevator as it carries us upwards."Do you really know Santino?"
Blake's POV Heavy bass pounds through the club, making the frosted glass floor of the elevated VIP booth tremble beneath my feet. Waiters in crisp white vests move quietly between the tables, setting down glowing bottles of Don Pérignon and filling crystal glasses with expensive whiskey. "Here you go, sir," one of the waiters says politely, holding out a glass. I take it with a small nod and lean back against the plush velvet sofa, slowly swirling the amber liquid in my glass before taking a sip. Beside me, Rosella sits perfectly still. The glass door slides open, and Melvik strolls back in with a broad, smug grin. A line of stunning, curvy women in barely-there clubwear follows behind him, their soft giggles filling the room as their eyes sweep over the VIP booth. "Take your pick, gentlemen!" Melvik announces loudly over the booming bass. Tyrn, Jay, and the other Dunes men waste no time, pulling the beautiful women onto their laps, laughing deeply, whispering filthy promises i
Blake's POV"Who could possibly be so important that you've been ignoring me for the last thirty minutes?" Ava asks, lowering the lipstick in her hand as our eyes meet through the mirror.She's been getting ready for over an hour, changing outfits twice before finally settling in the silver gown hugging every curve of her body.I don't bother looking up from my phone."Kristian York."The answer earns a quiet hiss from her. "Oh."The room falls silent again, broken only by the soft click of her jewelry and the faint tapping of my thumb against my screen.Kristian is opening K.Y. Grande tonight—his newest luxury club and the most anticipated grand opening of the year. Half the city's elite will be there, and everyone would actually expect to see the same thing—the Dunes Boss, arriving with his fiancée on his arm.Instead, I've chosen Rosella, though I still can't explain why.I slip my phone back into my pocket, hoping Zee has already delivered my orders to Rosella. By now, she should
Rosella’s POV“Bloody bitch!” Lucien snarled, launching himself at me without a second's hesitation.I threw myself off the bed, the duvet tangling and sliding away as my bare feet struck the cold floor. Pain flared up my leg sharply, but I pushed through it without hesitation. Pain was the least o
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 besid
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 f
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 silve







