DAMIEN Damien had a sinking feeling that something was amiss. He immediately called out to his demon, Dagon, seeking answers. "Dagon," he called out urgently, "where is Crystal?" "I don't know," Dagon replied nonchalantly, munching on raw meat. "We left her in the room." Without wasting a second, Damien rush ed to the room where Crystal was supposed to be, only to find it empty. Panic started to set in. His mansion was not a safe place for a human to wander around freely. He sprinted down the hallway and spotted her heading towards the dark room. His entire demeanour changed in an instant. "Where do you think you're going?!" Damien thundered, his voice filled with anger and concern. Crystal turned back, fear evident in her eyes. She struggled to find the right words to explain herself. "I... I... I..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Staying in my house doesn't give you the right to roam around as you please," Damien snapped, his tone harsh. "You are a gu
Crystal noticed that he appeared sad and was making an effort to hide it. She decided to engage in conversation with him for a short while. And he turned out to be a very enjoyable person. Surprisingly, he opened up to her. She was quite taken aback to learn that he was gay. Not that she disapproved of homosexuality, but she thought he was too attractive to be gay. He seemed fine until she brought up the matter of the dark room. Suddenly, he became tense. "What could possibly be in the dark room?" she exclaimed. Her phone vibrated on the bed, and when she checked the caller ID, it was Adrian. Oh no. She hadn't spoken to him since yesterday. "Where on earth are you, Crystal?!" he yelled angrily. "Relax, Adrian, calm down," she tried to soothe him. "Don't tell me to relax, you bitch!" he yelled again. She chuckled. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? Angel has been asking about you. She said you haven't been answering her calls, and why did you disappear last night?" Oh
CRYSTAL POV "And look who we have here. THE VIRGIN STUBBORN STRIPPER". "You... you're the owner?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Surprisingly, I am," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of laughter. My mind raced, trying to process this new information. How could I have been so oblivious? And what did this mean for me? The thought of working under him, of being at his mercy, sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't worry," he said, his tone suddenly flirtatious, "I'll be kind to you." "And don't even think about quitting," he added, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Remember, you signed a contract." "You know, when I heard that you're still a virgin from Angel, I was speechless. How can a sexy stripper like you still be a virgin?" he exclaimed, moving closer to me. "Well, sir, my night shift is over. I should be going," I said, not wanting a repeat of what h
AUTHOR POV Anthony, Damien’s father, was engrossed in his study room, surrounded by shelves filled with books and artefacts. The room exuded an air of mystery and knowledge. As he delved into his work, his phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting the silence. Curiosity piqued, he glanced at the caller ID and swiftly picked up the phone. "Hazel, is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Hazel, a witch known for her extraordinary abilities to predict the future and see things beyond the ordinary, was on the other end of the line. "My lord Damien," she began, her voice trembling with fear, "there is something terribly wrong." Anthony's heart skipped a beat. "What is wrong with my son?" he demanded, his voice filled with urgency as he rose from his seat, his eyes sc anning the room for answers. "He has been stabbed," Hazel revealed, her words dropping like a bombshell, shattering the tranquillity of the room. "What?!" Anthony exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix
She stared at them in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. The revelation that they needed her blood sent a wave of fear coursing through her veins. Would they really kill her for Damien's sake? As much as she wanted to save him, she couldn't sacrifice her own life. The thought of leaving her mother behind was unbearable. "We only need a little blood from your finger. We ain't killing you.” he said impatiently, his tone lacking any sympathy. She reluctantly extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly. The man's gaze met hers, and she could see the determination in his eyes. With a swift motion, his finger elongated and cut her own finger, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her. "Ouch," she whined, unable to hide her discomfort. He positioned her hand above Damien's mouth, and she watched as her blood dripped into his open mouth. Just three drops, that's all it took. Suddenly, Damien gasped, his body convulsing violently. A dark cloud of smoke emerged from his trembling for
He stood by the door, his gaze fixed on her. His eyes, a mesmerising shade of dark green, seemed to penetrate her very soul. However, instead of lust, they now held a hint of longing and tenderness. "Did you miss me, princess?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine affection. "It's nice to see you again." he added, a small smirk playing on his lips. Crystal was taken aback, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. She couldn't believe the impact he still had on her, even after all this time Damien moved closer. The warmth of his presence enveloped her, reminding her of the comfort she used to find in his touch. He gently pulled her closer, his hand resting on her waist. "You didn't answer me, princess," he said, a playful wink accompanying his words. His touch sent shivers down her spine, but there was something different about it this time. It wasn't just the physical sensation, but a deeper connection that made her heart race and her breath catch. Crystal coul
DAMIEN!He was standing by the door, staring at her.His dark green eyes peered into her soul. His eyes speak of nothing but lust!"Did you miss me, princess??"."Nice to see you again my princess". he smirked.Crystal never thought could be in so much shock. So many thoughts were going through her mind. Damien was standing very close to her.Seeing him close to her like that makes Crystal remember the time we spent together.He pulled her closer by her waist."You didn't answer me, princess." He winkedHis hands were so close as it sent shivers through her body.Something about him seems different. His touch usually make her comfortable and she could feel relax in them but the way he touch her now… was differentHis eyes were icy and his face was smirking evilly. There wasn't that spark in his eyes again or the change of eyeball when he touched her. She felt afraid around him. Something she has never felt before"You smell so good, come on start your performance". Damien said, as h
[ MAX POV ]EARLIERI hurriedly leave the torture room before Damien will arrive. Aiden kept sending me those videos of us. I took out my phone and called him"WHAT the heck do you want?". I yelled into the phone."You, I want you". he responded.I chuckled."You can't have me". I reply "Surely I will. Come see me at the same hotel". He said" And if I refuse??"." I'm sure you don't wantto die in Damien's hands and make sure to come alone". he hangs up without waiting for my response Gosh, I hate this guy and I hate myself for falling into his touch. ******************************"Max, are you a thief?? Why will you enter the room through the window??". Aiden questioned me.I rolled my eyes" I don't want to be seen with you, especially not in a room". I said" Why do you want to see me??". I asked again.He smirked, suddenly grabbing me by the arms, throwing me onto the bed, and handcuffing me to the bed."What the heck??". I screamedHow did fuck be he so fast?? My he