Novelas y relatos de Addicted Damien

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

I couldn’t believe that it could fit into me without hurting me! I began pumping him, and when I saw his pre-cum oozed out, I couldn't help myself from licking it. I moaned as I tasted him. He tasted good! I pumped him again, hoping to get another taste, and my wish was granted a few seconds later. I lapped at him hungrily, licking his tip fast while still pumping him. I was addicted to him! "Baby girl?" Suddenly I heard Damian's voice, and I froze with my tongue still on his tip and my hands around his hard rod.

I told Sylvia with a smile and kissed his cheek "I don't understand why Damien hated you so much and was against you?" "Because I have always been strict with him. He began to sit with the wrong guys, in the wrong environment, and became addicted to drugs, what hurts me the most is that he raped several innocent girls when he was young. I tried to get him out of it, even when it got too much I tried to send him to rehab and sent the cops on him to arrest when I found out that he was going to rape another innocent girl. Damien was once a really great guy but after he made friends with the wrong guys, he turned out to be like them too.

At the state he was in, he could not have moved her with determination she would understand even if he wanted to, but somehow that damn blue liquid made him pliable and eager for the heath that started forming behind the zipper of his black jeans whenever she adjusted her ass in his lap ever-so-slightly, something he never felt before. Damian had indeed never laid with a woman before as he always said he is saving himself for his own mate, and he could not have been more eager to finally see the dawn of the day when he meets her. He was a strong believer in the sacredness of destined mates, and wanted it to be special and magical when it first happens. The blue liquid, however, made him forg

~DEVIL'S EYE CLUB~ We were currently in the VIP section. There were bottles of alcohol lying on the table and girls (hoes) giggling stupidly at every dumb comment someone makes. I sat in boredom as Damian kept chatting away with his two friends. He held a cigarette between his fingers and smoked from it at intervals. I had the urge to cough out but held myself. It was all too much for me. Whenever they asked him a question, he'll only reply with a curt answer or a small nod.

I nod and we head for the park. "My dad passed away two years ago and since he was the breadwinner and mom was the housewife we struggled to make ends meet. I hadn't finished school so Michael paid for the remaining semesters and I managed to graduate from high school. I met Michaela in my junior year before dad passed away. I saved her from being gang-raped by these other kids from school so she paid my tuition saying she owed me her life and we became good friends. A few months later, dad passed away, mom started getting involved with this man named Ron, he is a drug addict; I tried to tell my mom that he was bad for her but Ron had a tight grip on her she couldn't even see it.

DAMIEN. Damien sat in his office, his mind distractedly on the student who would walk in at any minute. The anticipation had him on edge. He knew this wasn’t normal at all. It wasn’t healthy either. Lennon Kessler was slowly becoming a drug he couldn’t quit—and didn’t want to either. Lennon was becoming an addiction. Damien didn’t do addictions. Ever. He was always controlled, never caught unawares, always vigilant. How this boy had turned his whole existence upside down was lost on him.

Damien it is. The ticker at the bottom of the screen scrolls in bright-red capital letters and it reads like this… “BUSINESS TYCOON DAMIEN HUDSON CONFIRMED TO BE MENTALLY ILL WITH PSYCHOSIS AS RECENT TEST RESULT PROBE HIM TO BE A DRUG ADDICT.” I watch the images flash by as there are old photos of Damien in his clean white doctor's coat, looking respectable and professional… but the image contrasts sharply with the shaky paparazzi footage of his family mansion surrounded by flashing police lights.

I came hard, body quaking. But just before I could fully surrender to it — he stopped. I stared at him in disbelief. “You sick bastard!” Damien’s smirk curved slowly and cruelly, like he was savoring every second of me unraveling. His voice dropped to a growl that vibrated against my skin.

He leaned down close to her my, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "What food could you possibly need when Daddy is here to fill you up with his food?" And the way he said it only made me wetter, my body responding helplessly to every word and touch. Damian swept me off my feet and set me down on the counter, his hand guiding me as he positioned himself between my legs. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he whispered, "There's just something about you that's addictive. I can't stay away, no matter how hard I try."