Novel & Cerita Actua Como Dama Piensa Como Hombre

"It isn't the money. I don't plan on paying for the use of your body when I know you'll willingly give it." Damian obviously saw the lust I tried to hide and it only makes my resolve to keep him at arm's length that much stronger. "A good Dom respects a Domme and they don't feel the need to control everyone. You aren't the first Dom," I say the word "Dom" like it tastes bad, "to think he can flick a magical switch and make me into something I'm not."

said king Damien . " What happened ........ ? " asked Charlotte . " Don't even make me start ! " said king Damien . ' Half of my nerves and self restrain was consumed yesterday . I am surprised how I managed to even do that . Haaaaa.............I have always heard that females tend to have a lot of control over males because of their beauties . I guess that's true . ' thought king Damien . " You are welcome to take a shower if you want before you leave . I will sleep for a little longer . " said king Damein .

Men seem to switch women like clothes like they change every day. Eva doesn't feel like she should get her hopes up and involve with Damien for a few days of fun. It will break her heart in the end, if she ever falls for him. Powerful and rich men like Damien would never settle for a plain Jane like Eva. He might prefer women who know what they are doing. He needs women who could blend in with the other women from his business world and who could make empty talk's with them or entertain them. Eva cannot do any of those. She would become tongue-tied in front of new people, let alone entertain a group of snotty rich women.

“Leadership isn’t about strength alone. It’s about wisdom, courage, and fairness. A crown does not make a ruler—actions do.” Damian’s sneer twisted into pure venom. “Wisdom? Courage? Fairness? Hah! All traits for the foolish. And you—a woman! It’s ridiculous that anyone ever thought a woman could rule! Whoever made that law was a fool. And now look at you, trying to lecture me on it. Pathetic.”

“You think I’m a… chauvinistic pig?” “Yes… You, my father… all men are…” “Just because I believe a man is stronger than a woman, more capable of taking care of himself in dangerous situations?” “That’s exactly why!” she answered as she rolled her eyes. He was nothing more than a typical male, thinking he was the protector of the universe. Why did men either have to beat their women into submission or else think they had to always save them? Why wasn’t there a middle ground?

Dead girls are useless. I want Damian to choose. His empire… or her life. Sooner or later, every powerful man must kneel. Damn am I a genius or what, I thought to my self with smirk on my face. Damian just doesn’t know it yet. I set my glass down and stood. “Prepare the next move,” I said calmly. “No more warnings.” “What about the girl?” my man asked. I paused, smiling faintly. “Touch her too soon, and he’ll go feral,” I said. “And feral men stop thinking.”

She nodded again and I shrugged, "you get it now.. there's no man.. which is the point.. no man is needed.." She looked like she was giving it a thought for a bit, then she sighed, "but.. there are those lesbians where there's one who acts like a man.. and another one is feminine..." I shrugged again, "it's people's preferences.. girls are girls either way.. and to be honest with you, I'd never date a girl who acts like a man. I want a woman who's comfortable in being a woman and loves herself openly.. not those hardcore butches who don't wanna be seen buying pads or who would want me to not touch them during sex.. they are a NO.."

In another room. "Sir, you want to make that little girl fall in love with you, but you treat her like an animal? Isn't that too much, Mr. Damian?" said Hugo, the assistant, even though in his heart he knew his words were risky. Damian, who was lighting his cigar, looked at Hugo with a sharp gaze. "Are you trying to teach me how to deal with women, Hugo?" snapped Damian. "Sorry, sir! I'm not teaching, but giving an opinion. Your actions will only make her hate you more. Doesn't Mr. Damian want to make that little girl fall in love with him?"

“Women make men weaker.” “No.” I release a chuckle that’s void of any humor. “In fact, they make us stronger. It’s you that is pathetic and weak. To abuse women for your own sick, twisted fantasies and I think that proves a lot about your bruised masculinity.” Damon’s eyes glow with rage, but when he jolts forward, the knife slices into his face. He howls in agony as he tugs back, a flap of skin now dangling over his stubbled jaw. “You motherfucker.”

“Sounds fair to me except you should let me replace that part of breaking your neck.” “With what?” Her eyebrows raised. Daemon gazed at her lips. “A kiss,” he mumbled. “What?!” she shouted, her hands akimbo ready to throw him out of the place. “Daemon, I may be just a waitress to you but I am not a promiscuous woman. I’m a decent girl who only wants to do a living quietly and you, men, make it hard for me. What are you? A human being with a dick for a brain? Is that the reason why people call men a dickhead?”