Addicted Damien Novels & Stories

“Look at you. From teasing me for years to sneaking in here like a desperate little cumslut. You really are addicted, aren’t you?” Rori nodded frantically, bobbing faster, eyes watering as she worshipped his cock. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she gasped during a breath. “The way you fucked me in the pantry while the staff were outside… the way you railed me in the hallway at the gala while my father’s friends were so close… I need it again, Sir. Please.” Damien pulled her up, bent her over the security desk, and flipped her skirt up. No panties. He rubbed his thick cock against her soaked folds.

Damian’s mysterious business dealings loomed in the background, hints of phone calls and tension she had overheard suggesting his world was far more complicated than paradise. Yet right now, tangled with him in the aftermath of the storm, all she could feel was deepening addiction. The ruthless mogul had claimed her body completely under the wild sky. And she wanted him to keep doing it — consequences and secrets be damned. The night was far from over. As the rain slowed to a steady drizzle and lightning continued to flicker, Damian’s hand slid between her thighs again, fingers teasing her sensitive, cum-filled pussy. “Ready for round two?” he asked, dark promise in his tone. “The storm isn’

Lucian nodded once and went back to his screen. --- The statement went out at seven twenty-eight. By eight fifteen it had been picked up by every major outlet. By nine it was the framing device for the entire story, which was what it was designed to be. Not Lucian Thorne brought down by collapse. Lucian Thorne who had seen what was coming and stepped back rather than let it take anyone else with it. It wasn't entirely true. It wasn't entirely false either. And it was the story that served the larger truth, which was that Adrian had built something corrupt and patient beneath the surface of legitimate industry and someone had spent four years making sure it couldn't stand.

His lips formed silent words, ones I couldn't fathom. I worried then, truly worried, because I who was sister and aunt to those two could still manage to sleep, while they had become an addiction that consumed him from within. He had once been so resilient, my Damian—unconquerable, or at least that's what I'd thought. Now he was a man obsessed with whatever he was stalking out there, hunting, fighting whoever was in his path and between him and the truth.

Eliot, however, wouldn’t turn away. Eliot would stay. Damien’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen—one of his so-called friends from campus asking where he was, if he wanted to join for drinks. He deleted the message without answering. What use were drinks when he already had intoxication in the palm of his hand? With one last glance upward—toward the dorm room where Theo held Eliot in his cage—Damien smiled. The kind of smile that promised chaos.

“Gonna send you back to your desk with my cum dripping down your thighs while you sit across from your sister at lunch.” The forbidden image pushed me into another orgasm. Damien buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, panting. He finally pulled out and turned me around, kissing me slow and deep. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you?” he murmured against my lips. I nodded, dazed and satisfied. “I can’t stop.” “Good.” He smirked, dark and possessive. “Because this is only the beginning, Elena. And I’m going to ruin you completely.”

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

he bragged. I hissed slightly debunking all he had said. Damien chuckled and turned away from me. He took out the lights and slowly dozed off. I waited till he was completely asleep before I checked the photos I had clicked. They were beautiful. Damien is such a beautiful god on earth. I felt like adding it to my story on social media when a shock came on me. I slowly remembered how toxic that space had been of late.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.