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The Fists of a Madman
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2025-08-07 20:47:21
Moan LoungeWe finally get into the mind of the man himself, and it's a terrifying place. Damian's rage is all-consuming, and he's willing to burn down his own empire to get to Lila and Wesley. The mysterious texts add a whole new layer of danger. Who is watching Lila? And what will Damian's revenge look like when he gets back to LA?
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His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection Reaper's Vengeance
Damian's POVWater dripped from my hair, pooling on the balcony floor. The LA skyline was glittering. My body was still hot from the shower, skin damp, and my muscles were tight. I gripped my phone so hard the edges cut into my palm. And I couldn't stop my teeth from grinding.Lila. That stubborn little brat. Running off after I’d fvcked her raw, marked her, and warned her.I hit call again, but the damn thing went straight to voicemail. Her voice cut through the line, it was sharp: “You’ve reached Lila. Only call back if you’re not the piece of shit called Damian!”“Fvck!” I roared, hurling the phone to the floor. It shattered, glass spraying across the hardwood.Brett, my manager, stood by the door, he looked pale and stiff. He was pretending he didn’t exist. I didn’t look at him. I strode past, yanking the towel from my waist and letting it drop. My c0ck was half-hard from the thought of her. Brett flinched, bending down to pick it up as I pulled on the clothes he had brought: black
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection A Party of Lies
“What’s so funny?” His voice was sharp, his eyes raking over me like he was sizing up a threat.Wesley sighed, a smirk curling his lips. “Lila, this is my cousin... Pocahontas. You haven’t met him yet, right?”"What?" I blinked.The blue-haired guy punched Wesley in the arm, scowling. “How many fu¢king times do I have to tell you to quit calling me that?!”Wesley, Rick, and Hanson broke into loud, unrestrained laughter.The guy's face was reddening with anger.“Chill, Sam,” Wesley said, his eyes were shiny with tears. “Isn’t that your name?”Samuel’s hands balled into fists. “It’s Samuel, you d!ck.”Hanson leaned forward, he was barely holding his drink. “But your mom calls you that, right? Her sweet little Pocahontas. Why are you so mad?”Samuel’s face darkened. He lunged for Hanson, but Hanson just laughed, dodging into the crowd. “Catch me if you can, Pocahontas!” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into the chaos.Rick shook his head, finally sobering. “Why do you even
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection The Bruised Smile
The tires squealed as I pulled into the Bel Air mansion’s lot: one of those places where only the insanely rich could breathe without choking on the cost. My body protested every movement, my thighs still sore, my pu$sy throbbing from Damian’s brutal claim. Bites, bruises, the sting of his hand were all hidden under concealer, but burning under my skin. The black gown hugged my curves, hiding the evidence but not the pain.The night air hit me like a wall, it was thick with bass-heavy music, the bite of weed smoke, and the tang of booze. Red Solo cups flashed under neon lights. Girls in bikinis clung to guys in swim trunks, some grinding, some already fu¢king against the poolside cabanas like it was part of the entertainment. I forced my heels to keep pace, my legs were unsteady, and my heart was pounding. I couldn’t let anyone see what Damian had left me with.Wesley was by the pool, water was dripping from his bare chest, and his swim trunks was hanging low on his hips. He stood with
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection Running from the Reaper
The room still reeked of sweat and sex. My wrists burned from the cuffs, my body was trembling, and my pu$sy was raw from Damian’s punishment. I lay there, gasping, my chest was heaving, and tears were running down my face.“Are you still crying, Lila?” His voice was low, and it sounded like he was mocking me.He leaned over me, he was shirtless. Sweat was running down his chest. His c0ck was still hard like he hadn’t just wrecked me.“You should be grateful I didn’t punish you harder.”I bit my lip, refusing to look at him. “Take the fu¢king cuffs off,” I said. My voice shook.His eyes dragged over me slowly, before his hand slid between my legs. I tried to clamp them shut, but he forced them wide open, his grip was hard.“Damian, stop,” I whispered.With an impatient sigh, he finally reached for the cuffs. The metal clicked free, and he kissed the red marks on my wrists like it meant something. I yanked away, forcing myself to sit up even though my body screamed in pain.Bite marks,
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection Punished
Damian's face was so close I could feel the heat of his anger mixed with whiskey.I hadn’t known he was back from his trip. Not after that text accusing me of fu¢king Wesley in his office. I had only meant to go out for a sandwich; my stomach was growling after hiding in my apartment all day. But opening that door had been a mistake. Now he was here, and I was trapped. His eyes promised punishment.“D-Damian…” My voice shook.My silk cami clung to me, and my nipples were hard against the thin fabric, betraying me. My body still remembered: his control, his c0ck, the way he devoured me.His fingers dug into my chin as his gaze dropped to my chest. “Why are your nipples so fμcking hard, Lila?” His voice was a low growl. His lips were brushing mine. “Been thinking about me while you fu¢k Kane?”I glared at him. “We’re over,” my voice was sharp despite the fear. “What's it to you if I’m with Wesley? You don’t own me.”His body pressed me harder to the wall. “Don’t test me.” His hand slid u
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection My Meal, My Rules
Damian's POVThe jet hit the runway at LAX, but I didn’t see the Los Angeles skyline under the late afternoon sun. All I saw was red. My head was on fire. Wesley Kane had touched Lila. My Lila. After I told him to stay the hell away from her.My fists clenched as I stormed through the private terminal. My sleeves were rolled up, shirt half open, and heat was sticking the fabric to my skin. People stared, whispered, pulled out their phones. But I didn’t care. Let them watch.“Brett!” I barked. My boots were pounding the polished floor as I headed for my black Rolls-Royce phantom parked at the curb.My manager rushed to keep up, he looked nervous.“Yes, sir?”“Where’s Lila?” My jaw ached from clenching.“She’s been home all day. I mean... after...” he said carefully. “Except… she went to the pharmacy for some pills.”I stopped cold."Welcome back, Mr. Holt," the driver greeted, but I didn't give a fμ¢k.Instead, I turned to Brett who looked pale.“What the fu¢k fo you mean? What kind of
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