Damar Ardiansyah Novels & Stories

She screamed, shaking hard against the glass as her pussy pulsed and squirted again and again. “Fuck yes,” Damon growled, not stopping. “Look at you squirting for Daddy like a good whore. So messy. So perfect.” Elena was still twitching, juices running down her legs, when he finally pulled his fingers out. They were shiny and dripping. He brought them to her mouth. “Taste how much you need Daddy.” She sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on his, moaning softly. Damon stepped back just enough to unzip his tailored black trousers. His thick, veiny cock sprang free , the swollen head already leaking precum in a shiny bead.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

At his side was Aria, quiet strength in her posture, eyes sharp with understanding the moment they landed on Lia. Lia stiffened. “You invited… guests?” “I invited perspective,” I said. Dominic’s gaze flicked between us, then he smirked. “You look exactly like I expected. And you, Marcel are wrong about my wife not being feral. She just hides it well in front of guests.” Aria glared at Dominic who smirked as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Lia blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell is going on here?”

He said with a smile. I nodded at him and continued eating. This isn't the first time that Ashton went to visit the Philippines, this is probably the third time. The last time he went their, he talked about how kind and how hardworking the Filipinos are. He also learned how to cook a dish called Chicken adobo and darn, it tasted so good especially with freshly cut pineapples on it.

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

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explained Bastian with a slight smile. Arsenio sat down to squat down so he could match the boy's height. "What is your name?" asked Arsenio while looking at the whole innocent face. "My name is Damar Ezra. You can just call me Damar." The boy said it proudly. Arsenio nodded with a smile. He had never been close to children. However, Damar seemed to make a positive impression on him. "Where are your other friends?"

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an