Addicted Damien Novels & Stories

"Whatever's happening to your family right now, Alexander — I have no love for you, but I have less for him. If Moretti's circling back, you'll want to know I'm not the only person in this city with a reason to want him gone." "Who else?" Daniel hesitated, then reached for his phone. "There's a man named Adrian Vale. Used to be a journalist, before the fire that supposedly killed Rosalie ended his career along with everyone else's. He's spent six years digging into what really happened. If anyone's been keeping tabs on her since she resurfaced, it's him." He turned the screen toward them — a contact saved simply as A.V. "I'll call him." Adrian Vale arrived within the hour, unhurried, unreada

She didn't think this through. "But I am so horny, goddammit. Look, I am hard as a rock and I can't breathe. My body is burning and it's driving me crazy. You have to help me, Addie. I can't take it anymore. You have to turn it off," Damien pleaded. Adeline giggled. This was worse than she thought. "Turn what off, sweetheart?" she asked innocently. Damien grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. "This. Turn this off. Make it go away." he buried his face on the crook of her neck. "Oh god...you smell so delicious I could eat you."

Damien smirked. Raven felt her heart beat fast, she genuinely was attracted to him, "No." she said sounding firm. Damien's hand went to her face and cupped her neck and his thumb was on her cheek, "Why?" Raven was taken aback with the way his voice was cajoling, "Damien what is it you want exactly?" "You." "Huh?" "I said I want you, Raven," Raven felt her pulse quickening at the way he said it, especially her name, she looked into his eyes and she started when she found him gazing at her and his gaze didn't shift.

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

He had strangely developed an intense addiction to torturing any member of the Redmoon pack and he believed his love for torturing them is as a result of the grudge he had against them for killing his mother. "It will be my pleasure Alpha." He replied with a dark chuckle, pulling both men by their hair and having his men drag them out like mere dogs while he trailed behind them. ***** Damien retired to his room, feeling stressed out and sleepy. He pulled his clothes off and walked towards the bath prepared for him. Just as he stood in his naked glory in front of his bath, a soft delicate hand wrapped itself around him from behind. He need not look behind him to know who exactly it was that d

Was it for better or worse? 3 months postmortem – Different Damien was sitting in his living room eating tolma straight out of the container. Ellen had dropped it off earlier that day. Karineh had sent a report a few hours before that. He hadn’t been able to focused on a single meeting after that. He was like an addict, doing something he knew was harmful, hiding it from his friend, neglecting his responsibilities. Putting another tolma into his mouth he signed into his laptop and navigated to the link Karineh had shared.

The moment I sat down, a waitress appeared beside me with a glass of whiskey on ice. Right on cue. I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “Oh… you’re here.” Dan suddenly rushed into the room, looking slightly nervous. “I wasn’t expecting you until Friday.” “Well,” I said calmly as I took another sip of my drink, “today must be your lucky day.” Dan forced a laugh. “Of course. I’ll bring your dancer immediately, Draco.” He quickly disappeared again. I shook my head and finished the rest of the whiskey in one swallow. You’re probably wondering why people call me The Draco.

Damien It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now? This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.

He banged his fist on the wall frustratingly. "I want you rose and I promise I will make you mine." After showering he came out and looked at his empty bed, he didn't felt like sleeping on it without her, he was getting addicted to the peace and comfort she was providing him, he head towards his office and opened the bottle of whiskey, he sat there the whole night drinking and drowning himself in her thoughts... Jack entered the office and saw Damian sitting there drinking... "Still awake ? " He said sitting beside him... "Ohh Iet me guess you are missing your little bodyguard, right..."