Novelas y relatos de Addicted Damien

“I proposed to you because Cassian was blackmailing me.” The room seemed to tilt. “Blackmailing you?” I repeated. “With what? You’re practically untouchable.” “No one is untouchable,” he said bitterly. “He had photos. Of Damien.” He walked back toward the bed, his voice low and urgent. “Years ago, Damien got mixed up with the wrong people in Mexico. The daughter of a cartel boss. There were photos of him… compromising photos. Drug use. Illegal activity. If they got out, Damien would have been in some deep shit. He wouldn’t be safe.”

He slid down the wall, legs useless, heart racing. Damien crouched beside him, brushing sweaty hair from his forehead. “You taste like innocence,” he said. “Sweet. Addictive.” Ezra blinked up at him, dazed. “You didn’t…?” Damien smirked. “Oh no. I’m saving mine.” Ezra’s eyes widened. “Why?” “Because when I come,” Damien murmured, voice low and dark, “it’ll be inside you.” Ezra’s breath hitched.

I asked, my voice barely audible over the bass and the layered sounds around us. When I didn’t get an answer right away, I glanced at Damian. His eyes were locked on the woman on the cross. They gleamed with that dark, delighted spark he only got when something truly fed his demons. You could see it if you looked close enough. The way his pupils widened. The subtle hitch in his breathing. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was already hard. “Yeah,” he finally replied, never taking his gaze off her. So he had heard me. “I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.”

“It’s the thing I live toward. That’s the weight. I don’t know who I am on a night you don’t take.” Damien was quiet long enough that she heard rain start again. His thumb moved once against her nape. “I planned dawn before you walked in,” he said. “I did not plan how this would feel after. I don’t want to dismiss it either. I also don’t know how to put it down.” His mouth was in her hair. “So we don’t dismiss it. We admit the addiction has an emotional body now. And we still ice. We still yellow. We still have a meeting at ten. That is how far in we are.”

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”

A hundred men was no small number, even for someone who had spent years in their line of work. “I'd like to meet him,” Santos admitted. Domenico noticed the sudden interest in his expression. “Why?” “Because I want to know whether the stories are true.” Santos's lips curved slightly. “It's difficult to judge a man from reports alone. I'd rather see what he's capable of with my own eyes.” Domenico studied him for a moment before changing the subject. “What about Valerio?” Santos frowned faintly as he recalled the name. “The one who follows Matteo around?”

My face flushed, eyes glassy, his cock still buried inside me. “You will not say no.” Damien leaned in, kissing me softly this time, almost tenderly. “Because deep down, you are already addicted.” He slipped out of my room as quietly as he had come, leaving me alone with the mess, the marks on my skin, and the terrifying realization that he was right. I was addicted. And the real danger was only beginning. But as I drifted toward sleep, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. It was a video. Grainy but clear. Damien in the basement with Tyler. And a message attached:

“I need this forever. Your cum, your pain, everything.” We talked during the short breaks between rounds. “My old life feels like a distant dream,” I told him one night while riding him slowly. “College, friends, family… none of it compares to how you make me feel.” Damien gripped my hips and thrust up. “Because I broke you perfectly. Tell me how addicted you are.” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’m addicted forever. My body craves your darkness. I wake up happy when I’m sore from you.”

Damien roared and buried himself deep, flooding my womb with another massive load of thick, hot cum. We stayed like that for a long time, him buried inside me, his hand gently stroking my hair as I trembled in his arms. "You’re addicted now, aren’t you?" he whispered. I nodded weakly, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt in my eyes. "Yes… I’m addicted to you." Mason kissed me deeply, sealing my fate. "Good. Because I’m nowhere near done ruining you, little sister."

Why was I still thinking about him while my whole life was falling apart? At six-thirty, the deep roar of a familiar car engine rolled through the driveway. Usually, that sound made my heart race. Today, it only made my chest ache. I hurried over and peeked through the curtains, only to realize it was his secretary, Damien. Just as I expected, Julian was avoiding me. He had no idea Derek was holding a photograph that could destroy us both. I took a slow shower. Got dressed for work. Stood in front of the mirror for a long time.