Addicted Damien Novels & Stories

His gaze fixed on one of the two men, seated on the other side of his desk, particularly. Adam. Emily's former superior and Sebastian's detective friend undercover. The other guy in the room stood by the window, but Sebastian could tell his bodyguard was listening to them silently. Adam had platinum blonde hair, the same as Bash, but not natural. His striking grey eyes looked sharper and merciless and gave away his personality by just the depth and darkness of his orbs that no one had ever seen in him. "I've reported to you everything." "About the accident..." Bash's voice sounded blunter than a knife. With his meaningful gaze fixed on him, he pointed out, " -about the two months' leave she

**** Damien, a young man with jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, sat at his desk and thought about what one of his friends had said. “Are you still happy to date a lot of women without getting married to any of them? Come on. You're already 27th. You should find your mate, someone to join you as an Alpha!” “Shit! Why do I still hear those words in my head!” Damien cried out. His office space felt tight and stifling. The air trapped inside it was no longer a breath of fresh air for his tired mind and soul. Damien was so desperate for peace that he left the office momentarily to get some fresh air outside.

That year I stood at my father's funeral, my grandfather's hand pressing on my shoulder, heavy as shackles. "Killian. From today, you are the first heir of the Voss family." Since then, I have never lost control in front of anyone. Anger, fear, grief—every emotion locked in an iron box, sealed shut, key thrown into the abyss. Mate Madness was a glitch. A crack in the system. I'll patch it. The doorbell cuts the silence. Security feed shows Liam, cooler in hand. I hit unlock. "New batch," he says, setting it down. Three more syringes, concentration up 15%. "Mercer prepped them fresh."

I was addicted, and the last two days of Mom’s vacation became a haze of stolen touches and desperate fucking. Day 6 started in his kitchen while the coffee brewed. I’d slipped over early, still in the tank top I’d slept in. Damien was at the counter in nothing but gray sweatpants, hair messy from sleep. The second I walked in he spun me around, bent me over the cool granite, and shoved the tank top up. No words. He dropped to his knees, spread my ass, and licked me from behind — long, filthy strokes of his tongue over my pussy and up to my tight little hole until I was gripping the edge of the counter and moaning his name.

I dragged her to the living room couch without pulling out. I bent her over the back of the couch, ass up, and re-entered her from behind. Harder this time. “Tell me how you fell for me,” I demanded, spanking her ass red while I railed her. “Tell me while I breed this tight cunt.” “I came to destroy you,” she moaned, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “I hated you for what you did to my father. But the first night I watched you fuck that woman, I wanted it to be me. Every time you touched me, I fell harder. I’m addicted to you, Damien. I love you and I fucking hate myself for it.”

“I need to feel you for days.” Damien growled and pounded deeper, sweat dripping from his brow onto Ethan’s chest. “You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you? Coming back like a bitch in heat. I love it. I love how desperate you get for me.” He slowed suddenly, grinding deep and slow, eyes locked. The roughness melted into something more intense. More real. “I’m getting obsessed with you,” Damien confessed between thrusts, his voice thick with emotion. “Not just your tight ass… you. The way you fight it but still spread for me. The way you look at me when you come. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

She bit her lip but continued, almost as if she needed to say it before she lost her nerve. “I’m really serious,” she said with urgency. “Damien… Damien really loves you. Ever since the day you left Opsia… he hasn’t been the same. He’s been experiencing serious trauma. He doesn’t smile. He barely eats unless he feels like it. He started drinking — alcohol, cigarettes, shisha… all kinds of harmful things. That’s all he survives on.” I was quiet. Still. “He used to be proud of his room. Now it's filthy. No one is allowed to clean it — not even the maids. He threatened anyone who tried. The only clean thing he does anymore is bathe. That’s it.”

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

Her inner walls fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him, milking his shaft with desperate, rhythmic spasms. “I’m addicted!” she cried hysterically, tears and drool running freely down her face. “I’m so fucking addicted to you, Daddy! I can’t stop,I don’t want to stop! I need you to ruin me… I need you to own me… I’m your broken pregnant stepsister whore and I can’t live without your cock! Please-please never let them take me!” Damien’s eyes flashed with dark, primal victory. He pulled out of her ass and drove back into her pussy in one brutal thrust, fucking her straight through the shattering orgasm with long, punishing strokes that kept her convulsing.

Damien leaned in close to my ear while smiling at his daughter, whispering so only I could hear: “Tell her the truth, little whore… or I’ll bend you over this hallway table right now and let her watch me breed you one more time.” Sophia waited for my answer, concern turning to confusion. My best friend was inches away. My cunt was still dripping with her father’s cum. And Damien’s dark obsession showed no signs of stopping.