Dam Game Novels & Stories

Dabby rolled her eyes, thinking that Damien was playing a joke on her. "A busy man that owns a gaming company flew down here to see his girlfriend in medical school. He is certainly the best," Damien boasted. "Really? I don't think I'm the one though," Dabby gloated. "Of course, you are. And we are spending your few days together, before I return to New York. I don't think you wanna say no to that," Damien informed her, as he grabbed her waist closer to his body, with a mischievous glint dancing through his eyes for her.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

He could only play now either lose or win. “Sir, are you sure about this?” a man asked Damian seriously. “Yes. Place all the bets on DeathValley,” Damian replied, eyes glued to the arena. Suddenly, a white flash lit up the room like lightning. Adrian wasn’t prepared for it. He’d never watched a live match of the game before, his inexperience made him unaware of the game tricks, and the sudden light blinded him. He stumbled and collapsed to the ground instantly. 3… 2… 1…

The game is about to begin in earnest. And this time, Daniel won't stop until he's taken everything Damien loves.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

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One more theatrical moan and I was going to barge in there and show him how it’s done. “Yo bro. You coming to watch the game tonight?” Damian appeared in my doorway minutes after the screaming stopped. His dick was still half-hard, obscene under his loose sweats. “Not really” I leaned back on my bed. “But I bet on the Cavs to win after your advice, so you'd better come back with some good news.” He laughed, shrugged on a jacket, and left. The door clicked shut. The apartment fell quiet. I stayed there, letting stolen images flood in.

“But you’re still an arrogant bastard.” He laughed darkly, eyes full of filthy promise. “And you’re my addicted little slut. Get ready, baby. This is only the beginning.” One week later, the board meeting had been a bloodbath. Damon stormed out of the conference room. His jaw was locked tight, his suit still perfect, but everyone could feel the danger rolling off him. He didn’t say a word to anyone except one short text to Elena. Damon: My main penthouse. Now. Urgent work. Don’t make me wait.

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.”