Novel & Cerita Anya X Damian Fanfiction

Damian asked, grabbing a pair of joggers from the closet and making his way to me. "Are you for real right now? Cause I sure as hell, hope not. What the actual f*ck is going on with you?" I asked. However, Damian seemed to just ignore my question. "The better question is, why are you here?" Damian asked. "My guess is that you already know what happened. So if anything, I thought you'd be on my side, considering what she did." "What she did?" I gasped, raising my eyebrows at him. "Yes. What she did. Or did she leave that out?" Damian said, walking out of his room to head to the nearby bar. He poured himself a whiskey, gulping it down in one go.

“Hmm… Are you asking me out on a date?” She burst into laughter. “Hahaha! Oh my God, what kind of person are you? Hahaha!” I grinned. “Well, are you? If you are, feel free to ask me properly.” She rolled her eyes but played along. “Fine, Damian, will you please go out with me for dinner on Saturday?” I tapped my chin. “Hmm… I’ll think about it.” “Seriously? Oh, come on, answer me now, jor! Look at his big gold head—shining like a World Cup! Hahaha!”

I glanced at Damien as he ate quietly, listening to what my brother was saying. His fingers slid down my thighs. “Get your fingers off my thighs if you don’t want to be stabbed like mashed potatoes,” I whispered through gritted teeth, only he could hear. He smirked, ignoring me, and deepened his touch between my thighs through the slit of my dress. I felt tingles spark between my legs as he ran his fingers teasingly. “What’s your favorite color?” Damien asked suddenly. “Red. I love red because it looks like blood—” “Zara…” Mum interrupted, as if she knew exactly what I meant.

He uttered, his nose nuzzling the bridge of my neck, he sniffed me in and the air that escaped from his slightly parted lips tingled softly, making my groin ache for his skills. "Do you want to go to my house"? A jolt of electricity flashes through my veins. I know I want him too, but I have done a lot of bad stuff that I find myself completely unworthy of. And Damian, he's going to do anything to make sure I am stuck with him, he's sick and if only he would seek medical help, if only I haven't signed-up on that damn tinder. "Mum is making salad" Neymar added slowly, he might've seen my unwillingness or perhaps the crazy thing that goes on in my head, Damian is turning me into a freak, and i

‘I could play by her father's rules instead,’ I thought naughtily. “Not coming with you.” “Fine… Suit yourself,” she said as she walked to meet the girls. I'd suit myself. I'd even pleasure myself, I just have to get her dad's dick inside my pussy for that. The party ended on a good note, but Damian’s words kept repeating inside my head. ‘I hope you liked what you saw?’ And yes… I liked what I saw, but I'd love for me to be in that position instead of the unknown woman.

In his mind, there was no longer a skinny girl but a chubby girl with a big ass on her knees in front of him. “Fuck.” he wanted that so bad. He wanted Anais so bad. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. The more Damian imagined it, the harder his breathing became. He suddenly imagined Anais sitting on the bed, holding both her legs up with an aggrieved frown on her face and tears in her eyes. “Fuck!” he yelled out. He quickly slipped out of Fiona and stroked his cock as strings of warm cum flew into her back. This wasn't enough.

Isadora’s body shuddered, her nipples twitching within their hands while her mind fired at her to pull away. Her pussy leaked helplessly, warning her. That is not just wrong. This… this thing that was happening between them was terrible, and it could lead her to her dead end. Yes, dead ends that both brothers would not hesitate to pull her into. As wrong as she felt this situation was, Damian didn’t see it as that. Because all he wanted was to have his mouth on her nipples, part her legs wide, shove his finger into her pussy, and fuck her tight cunt silly while his brother watched.

she smiled. “You heard about it? How?” “Your pack-link was open when you screamed mate!” She rolled her eyes. There was silence. Xander stared blankly at the woods, wondering why the moon goddess will pair him with a human girl. “So, Liam said you’re planning on rejecting her.” Miss Damien said. (Ok, a brief explanation. Miss Damien is Xander’s sister: Jenna Kenzie Damien, but everyone calls her Miss Damien at school.) “Maybe. I can’t have a human girl as my mate!” Xander said.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

His mother tells stories of Damian’s childhood—stories he desperately tries to stop her from telling. “He hated bathing,” she says, laughing as she taps his knee. “Mom—” “He would run around the house naked. You could chase him for ten minutes and still not catch him.” I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Damian groans, covering his face with his palm. “Why are you doing this to me?” he mutters. “I’m preparing your wife,” she responds mischievously. “So she knows what she married.” I rest my hand on his knee gently, and he glances at me with that tiny smile that always pulls warmth up my spine.