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"So not going to talk well my dear let me remind you that you are here alone with me and I can do whatever I want and no one will even hear you screams for help." "So what do you want." "I want to know how you became a spy." "Three years ago. I always had the talent but never really put it to work until then." "Really but that's not what you information say's. " "Your information states that you are also a business genius, hacker and a doctor. How come?" "How did you find out." "Shit you were the one who hacked my system yesterday weren't you." "Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a tr

The cold marble of the kitchen island felt strange and lovely against my butt cheeks, a sharp contrast to the fire Damien was sparking in me. Between our demanding kisses, he pulled back just enough to confess, "Adrian, I'm addicted to you. You're the one I want. I don't want pussy anymore. My body never reacted this much." His words, raw and honest, made my heart swell. "Damieenn, ahhhh," I arched my back as Damien continued to grind his body on mine, the friction a sweet torment. I could feel the iron-hard cock of his poking my stomach, a thrilling promise.

The effect of the fucking drinks he’d taken. Falling back into his chair, and rubbing his forehead as the memory of driving off and getting so drunk came to mind, Damien began to curse under his breath. He hated getting drunk, and worse than that, he hated hangovers, but he had come to realize now that it was his own way of coping, and dealing with his bullshits even though it was an unhealthy one. He also remembered that he had asked Alvarez for Madison's number, and just to make sure he was right about this thought, he scrolled through his messages, and sure enough the text he had sent to Alvarez stared back at him, and the digits Alvarez had sent back as well.

She let go and leaned back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up. Damien let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her crotch; he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked back down to her crotch. She looked down to see what had amused him so much and then she cursed. The light blue of her denim had turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans. Before she could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and sniffed. He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her gaze. She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep red. When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Damien hasn’t moved. Still in shadow. Eyes locked on the floor below, on me. His mouth curves again slowly, satisfied, almost proud. I didn't return it. I just walk to the next room. But the fracture is wider tonight. And Damien Blackwood is already addicted to watching me break other people’s control without ever losing my own. The rest of the night is a blur of bookings. Room after room. Men who pay double, triple, to have me alone. Some want pole work, slow grinds, arches, drops that leave them hard and breathless.

⁠ D‌amian exhales sharply and begins pa⁠ci‌ng back and forth then b⁠ac⁠k and for‍th again like a caged animal trying not to rip some‍thing apart. ⁠“What?”⁠ he snaps. “⁠You think‌ you’r‌e t‌oo‌ good for me? Th⁠a⁠t it’s some sort of ins‌ult to marr⁠y⁠ me? Like I’m l⁠ining‌ up for the⁠ privilege?‌ A ski‍nny little crack addi⁠ct?” Th⁠e insult‌ hits, but not the way he expect‍s, “I am not a d⁠amn addict!” I shou⁠t back at him immediately, my voice cracking. “⁠I’m just starving!”

Lady Jennifer gently scolded Samantha, who rolled her eyes. "I'm going through a worse phase than her. Do you know that Damian actually kissed a stripper in my presence the day I went to ask him to pick me over Alicia here? So there's nothing new for Damian to kiss her lips. It's just a question, and it's not like Alicia hasn't kissed any man before." Caden gasped, "What? You mean Damian picked a stripper over you?" he asked, and Samantha nodded.

"Why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her. Aria looked up, caught off guard. She shrugged, trying to keep her tone light. "Well, considering you were ice cold towards me yesterday and the day before that I’m just wondering where this sudden change came from." Damian let out a short breath, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe it’s because I can’t stay mad at you for long," he admitted, his eyes darkening as they locked onto hers. "I’m addicted. It’s a problem."

Fuck Me Harder💦🫦 The weeks that followed blurred into a haze of risk and raw need. I lived for the moments when Damien’s office door locked and the rest of the world disappeared. Every late night, every whispered command, every time he filled me with his cum made me ache for more. I was addicted. And I knew it was dangerous. Tonight, the office was quieter than usual. Most of the executive team had left for a client dinner. Damien had stayed behind, claiming he had urgent work. I knew the real reason the moment I stepped into his office.