David P.O.V.
Diane Sinclaire.
That name has been on my mind for a few times this week. The last conversation I had with her intrigued me. The way she explained that love is a fucking magic thing per her theory, but at the same time I knew very well her body language screamed she had been hurt by it. How hypocrite that woman are.
I snorted to myself.
That's why I don't believe in love. It's a child's play. I don't need to experience it to know how it feels. I've seen it too many times on people, for example my brother, Jonathan. How love destroyed him a long time ago with his first wife. Of course I admit, I took part on how they got divorce in the first place. Also there was drama brewing too in the past with his now current wife, Siara. In the end, I know much how love brought you nothing but pain and I don't want to take my bet in that field.
So, sex and BDSM is my only best friend in this life.
Enough of that woman. Right now, there's another woman that need to be pleasure by me. Not just any woman, but my favorite woman. Dragging my feet to the room upstairs, once inside I was greeted by Rose, with nothing to wear except her mask and kneeling on the center of the bed. Her creamy skin was put on display for my eyes, my hands, my lips, my tongue, and my body to feast.
I will never and ever trade this life for love.
"Good to see so obedient, Rose." She raised her head upon hearing my voice, "I think I can give you a reward."
I approached her quietly and soft which made Rose flinch when I caressed her left cheek. Her head snuggled to my hand as like she really missed my touch. Good to know I'm not the only one who wanted this, especially in this special night. I leaned my body forward to her then kissed her lips slowly, sensually, just the way she likes it. She moaned into my mouth as I plunged my tongue on hers. The ecstasy voice from her made me realize there's something I want to do before we devour the main course.
"Wait a minute, I got something for you." I said as I pulled back from her and reach into my pocket pants.
I pulled out the blue velvet box in front of her. I can't quite make it how her face would look like if she sees this, but a glimpse of her eyes says it all. I opened the box and a rose gold bracelet revealed inside.
"I have a meaning with this jewelry but most of all it's your birthday present." I smiled, "Happy birthday, Rose."
"You knew my birthday?" She asked, shock by how I knew her important day.
I grinned, "I knew my ways."
She laughed, "Yeah, right. There's only two persons you know who happen to know when my birthday is."
"Guilty as charged." I took her hand and placed the velvet box on it. I took the rose gold bracelet then put it in her right wrist, "It's not just an ordinary birthday present, but also a token indicate that you're bind to me. Some Dominant may give their Submissive present as a form of belonging."
"A wolf?" Rose said as she looked at the pendant attach to the bracelet.
"Yeah, a wolf. To inform anyone who sees it that you're mine, Rose. You are my Subs." I caressed her chin, "Always wear them when you're at the playroom like now or at Raven. Because everyone will know that they don't messed up with you because you're with the Alpha. No one uses wolf mark except me and Beta."
"Like a charm." She stated.
"We can point that out, so you feel protected under my care, Rose. You gave your trust to me. So, it's only fair that I give you something to insurance your trust."
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The Xavier's Rules (18+)
RomansDavid Xavier. The young billionare man have many rules in his life. But his most favorite rules is "yes to sex, no to love". For the playboy, love is only a childish fantasy. But not to Diane Sinclaire. The personal assistant to David's enemy compa...