Chapter 3&4
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⋆DARK THRONE⋆
⋆THE NEXT MORNING ⋆
Rosalia groaned beginning to wake up, she blinked her eyes opened before a headache slammed into making her winched remembering the incident that happened the night before.
Shooting up from the bed fast, she nearly fell as dizziness washed over her. She froze as she take in the room.
Where she is, she has no idea, the room is so big and looks expensive that she got uncomfortable immediately, been in a nice expensive room feels likes she committed a sin.
She saw three doors in the room and she walked over to the nearest door to opened it. Turns out is the door to the room.
She met him about to enter and she stepped back immediately.
"Who are you?, and where am I?" she asked.
"Dark throne clan" he simply replied seconds later and she gasped.
"Dark throne...the underworld clan" she might have never own a phone of her own but she heard people talking about the ruthless underworld organization.
"Why am I here, a...and who are you" she asked but he kept looking at her with a muted expression.
"Who are you?" she asked again.
"Your husband"
Rosalia's head made a loud ding noise at his words, another set of dizziness washed over her and she stumbled a step back.
"Am not married, I don't have a husband" she nods her head like she is trying to support her words.
"Now you do" he muttered dryly walking towards her while she stepped back.
He kept walking forward and she kept moving backwards until her back touched the wall, stopping her from moving back any further.
He leaned down looking at the small woman in his front. She is not even reaching his chest.
He is 6'7 feet tall while she is 5'5 feet, and been a small petite woman only made it look like she is his daughter.
But he loves it, he loves the height difference madly, call it kinky he doesn't give a damn.
His eyes twitched at the way she craned her neck to look up at him while he looked down at.
She looked up at him, finally taking in his appearance and how he look.
She noticed his jawline first—sharp and defined, like it had been carved with intention. It gave his face a striking, almost severe beauty that made him impossible to overlook. There was something composed in his expression, as if he was always in control of what he revealed.
Then her attention drifted lower, almost unwillingly. His body was clearly gym-built—broad shoulders, a strong chest, a lean frame shaped by discipline and consistency. Nothing about him felt excessive or careless. Even the way he stood spoke of balance and control, like strength came naturally to him and didn’t need to be announced.
Being near him made her strangely aware of herself. He didn’t try to impress, yet his presence did something to the room—and to her. Beautiful, yes. But it was the quiet confidence behind that beauty that lingered, sharp and unforgettable.
A small smirk made its way to his lips as he watched the small woman checking him out.
"Look up" she quickly did, her face flushing red at the look on his face, is obvious he caught her checking him out.
But then she feels like she has seen him before just couldn't pinpoint where exactly.
"You're going to be staying here, don't go out, food will be brought to you and...." he leaned towards her and whispered "...disobey any of my orders and you will regret it" he threatened making her swallow at his intensity.
But she was not going to show him how much he intimidate her.
"Am not staying here, I don't even know you and I don't want to be in a killing organization, so do...." she was cut off her rambling as she start gagging on his fingers inside her mouth.
He cut her off by putting two of his fingers deep her throat making her gagged, her small hands clutched at his trying to pull it way but it was useless as his hand didn't move an inch at all.
He watched as her eyes began to water, her face turning red, drool of saliva rolling down the sides of her mouth as she gagged and that made him wonder how she would react if he decides to make her gagged on his cøck instead.
She weakly tapped at his hand when she began loosing her breathe and he reluctantly pulled his two fingers out, they were wet with her saliva he was about to clean it with his handkerchief but he decided against it.
"Suck it" he commanded watching her gasped for breath.
She took the remaining one step back with shaking legs and his gaze darkened.
"Suck.it" he commanded again pushing the fingers into her small mouth and she weakly sucked on it before he pulled it out.
"Now, stay inside this room till am back and don't take a step outside, understood?" She nodded quickly with wide terrified eyes.
"Words, piccola bambola"
"Y..yes"
"Good girl" he gave her a small pat on the head like a small girl and walked out.
As soon as he did she collapsed on the bed with heavy breathes.
⋆OBSIDIAN CROWN HOLDINGS ⋆
*8:30 AM*
The company was more than a brand — it was a global empire disguised in elegance.
At the surface, it ruled the luxury world. Its signature perfumes were crafted in private laboratories in France, bottled like liquid seduction. Its jewelry lines featured rare diamonds and precious stones sourced from exclusive contracts across continents. Limited-edition handbags were released in quantities so small they became collector legends overnight. Designer shoes, handcrafted furniture, and high-end devices carried the company’s seal — a symbol of status recognized in every major city in the world.
Its automotive division produced custom luxury vehicles and rare collector cars reserved for billionaires, royalty, and those who preferred privacy over publicity.
But luxury was only one side of the empire.
Behind the polished glass headquarters stood a far more powerful machine. The corporation controlled vast interests in gas and petroleum, owning refineries, pipelines, and oil fields that fueled entire economies. Energy contracts were signed under its authority. Markets shifted when it moved.
Beyond industry and oil, it shaped culture itself. It managed international supermodels, signed influential artists, funded private art galleries, and curated exclusive exhibitions attended only by the elite. It didn’t just follow trends — it created them.
In fashion, it was prestige.
In energy, it was power.
In art, it was influence.
And in the business world, it was untouchable.
Luxury Forged in Power.
The company is a 10 story building, each floor with different departments. The last floor which is the topper most floor is the private floor of the powerful CEO office.
They are five elevators in this company with the CEO's personal elevator making it six in total, the stairs in this building is a moving one, all the walls are painted bright white.
⋆CEO's OFFICE⋆
This office is made of tempered glass, the walls are of glass, the windows are glass even the door has glass in some places, from the office you can see everything outside clearly but from the outside you can't see anything inside at all, that is how it is made to be.
Killian Sinclair is sitting on his CEO's gold and black chair with his two secretary across the big table. He has two secretary a man and a woman.
"My schedule" his deep voice said not taking his eyes of the laptop on his desk.
"You have a meeting with the heads of every department at 8:50 to 9:20, 9:30 to 10:00 you are having a meeting with the media's mogul daughter and a partnership with the Russia's bravta..."
"Cancel it" he cut off his eyes still deeply concentrated on the screen.
The two secretaries exchange a glance, not sure what to do.
"Sir, which one should we cancel?" the female secretary asked.
"Get out"
"Sir...." His cold eyes snapped to her cutting off whatever she was about to utter.
"Out" they both ran out of the office.
His eyes snapped back to the screen and he groaned.
Rosalia is on the screen, he had secretly installed a surveillance camera on the room he left her in, so he is watching everything she is doing.
From the moment she entered the bathroom to when she came out wearing only his shirt with nothing underneath.
He regretted not installing in the bathroom too, fuvk privacy, she doesn't have one because she is his to claim.
She is twerking to a song she put on the room speaker. And the way her @ss are clapping together as she go low with a whine of her waist before standing back up and continue to twerk, his shirt on her isn't doing him any justice as is raising with every clap of her big @ss making him see her milky thick thighs.
"Damn, Bambolina" he groaned.
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