Anya Punch Damian Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damien pulled her face down and carried on kissing her. Raven couldn't get enough of Damien, she ran her hands through his hair and tugged on it. When she did that Damien grinned on her lips, and Raven was happy that he liked it so much. After a few moments, Raven pulled back. Damien's face still lingered and he seemed as if he wanted to carry on with the makeout session. Damien touched her hair, "Raven?" "Huh?" "Why did you stop?" Damien replied.

Yet, she didn’t expect him to treat her like a f*ck buddy. Zayden had humiliated her to the point that she felt as if he had ripped out her proud heart and exhibited it for all to see. “Zayden, I think I used to overestimate you. I used to thought you were a gentleman. Now, it seems that I was completely wrong.” Damian spoke up at that point. He then unfastened his suit jacket, and his face became irritated. Then, he immediately punched Zayden hard in the face. Zayden let out a muffled grunt before collapsing to the floor and knocking over the chair beside him.

The guard gasped in pain, his knees buckling. “I’m not here for a drink,” Damian murmured, stepping past him. Inside, a group of Luca’s men were lounging around a poker table, stacks of cash in front of them. They looked up in surprise as Damian entered. One of them stood. “You—” Damian moved fast. The first man went down with a punch to the throat. Another reached for his gun—too slow. Damian grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward and slamming his head into the table.

From the bruise forming on Lucas’s chin, I knew the force was Damien’s punch. Damien pulled me into his arms, looking me all over with a cold look on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Y-yes.” I stammered, still shaken by what just happened. At my response, Damien was off my side the next minute. He approached Lucas, who had a hand on his aching chin. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on my wife?” Damien asked as he stood right in Lucas’s face. Before Lucas could even respond, Damien gave him another punch that sent him staggering backwards.

(cut him loose) The men cut the zip cuffs off Damian's wrists. He immediately swung and hit the man on his right causing him to hit the ground. The man on his left reached back and punched Damian in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "MAKE THEM STOP!” I yelled at Anatoly.

After dodging his punches several times, Damian threw a punch in his chest, which seemed to really hit him. So that's his weak spot. Watching their leader being punched by this pretty man was a huge offense to them, therefore, they went to charge him at the same time. Most of them still used their bare hands, the smaller ones mostly utilized their legs to create long distance attack, but Damian had practiced years to deal with situations like that.

I took a pina colada up to Damien who grinned at me lovingly. " Thank you, I needed a cool drink." He said. " You're welcome." " What are you doing?" I asked him, as I massaged his stiff shoulders. " A certain vixen didn't allow me to deal with these papers last night." He spoke in mock anger. " You enjoyed it more than i, didn't you?" " It was enjoyable, what do you say, we have another workout tonight?" " That sounds fun. Tell me what you may me to do." I replied.

“You like that?” She slapped his hand away before looking around to see who was looking. She didn’t see anyone, so she quickly stuck her tongue into his mouth and his fingers found her core again. It was over in seconds, but she looked dazed. “Come upstairs in 15.” she said before walking away. Damian felt disgusted by the whole encounter, but didn’t show it. “Smell that sweet nectar!” “So, what are you guys up to?” Damian changed the subject. “We were south, but fuck face got us kicked out!” The middle guy punched the third guy in the arm.

"FCK YOU, DAMIEN GREEN—" I gasped when Damien suddenly punched Peter's face without saying anything. Peter fell on the floor, barely conscious and nose bleeding. "You were the one who stole my girlfriend, you motherfcker!"

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”