Addicted Damien Novels & Stories

“I see.” A small smirk graced Damien’s face and he cleared his throat. “I’d come to the police station later, sir. Right now, I have to see my mother. She hasn’t fully recovered from the trauma of being kidnapped.” A concerned look appeared on the policeman’s face and he waved his hands. “Don’t worry about coming to the station, Sir Damien. This man was drunk driving and also threatened you. It’s as clear as daylight what must be done.” “Thank you. I’d hurry off now.” Damien gave a small bow and drove off. An expressionless face replaced the smirk he had on before. “I should stop doing this.” He told himself.

Damien scoffed. “Yes, and I also know you kidnapped her.” She said and he rolled his eyes. “Damien, why are you doing this? Why are you letting her go?” “I don't want to talk about this anymore, I already told you, I am not letting her go.” “Is it because you love her and you don't want to admit it? Damien, you are happy with her and she is too, can't you see that? You kidnapped her so she can become your addiction right? She looks exactly like mum, what is... “

It's so confusing! I looked at Damian. I cannot help but to gasp at every move he does. He confuses me and turns everything upside down with the way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he does things that is unexpectedly turning on my desires to a certain degree that I didn't imagine experiencing myself. Damian pulled me closer and then whispered, "I have something to confess, my love." "Hmm?" "I'm already addicted to you." He said with a heavy breathing. I bit my lip as his breath touched my skin. It's driving me crazy!

“But they can never take this pussy. It’s mine.” I came screaming, my body shaking. “Yes, daddy! It’s yours! Only yours!” He filled me again and again until I was a dripping, exhausted mess. Kael had pressed charges. But Damien was fighting dirty. And I was hornier than ever, knowing the man I loved would burn the world for me. The war was far from over. But I had never felt more safe… or more addicted.

The night became a blur of endless use. Damien Sinclair watched from the shadows of a nearby bunker, smiling with dark satisfaction as he stroked his cock. The apocalypse had only just begun, and I was already addicted to the end of the world.

Damian pulled out slowly, cum dripping from my pussy but his hand lingered on my ass which he squeezed. What they did not know outside was that I was in trouble, but a different kind that involved a heady dose of the cock of my father’s assistant. And now both of us were addicted.

I said my voice above a whisper That was the crack in his dam. His lips crashed against mine, urgent and bruising. He pushed me against the wall, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. He was rough too rough. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his mouth devouring my neck. Then he paused. His chest heaved. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, fighting for control. "Not like this," he whispered against my skin. "Not rough." And then he gentled.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

Dirty talk filled the air. 'Tell them how it feels,' Damian commanded, pulling out to let her speak. 'So full... your friends' dicks are ruining me, Damian. But I need yours most. Fuck me next, please,' she panted, pushing back on Khalid. Khalid laughed, thrusting harder. 'Hear that? She's addicted. Gonna cum in this ass.' 'Do it,' Damian said. 'Mark my slut.' Khalid groaned, flooding her ass with cum, the warmth spreading. Scarlett shattered again, screaming his name. He pulled out, cum dripping from her stretched hole.

My mouth was dry and I felt like crying. "It went on for years, Dear, starting from when he was sixteen. Then, there was all these debts building up from his addiction. Sometimes even strange men would come around demanding money or dropping him off at the doorstep..." her voice faded into the background but was still the peak of my interest. I looked up from her to the room around me and met a pair of familiar light blue eyes staring back. Zac was standing at the door, his smile was wide and his eyes carefree, and I knew that even if I tried to smile, he would know that something was wrong anyway.