Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

And Shopia knew—this would not be a tender night. She sighed, half in surrender, half in resistance. “Damian…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he only smiled, a slow, hungry smile filled with passion and ambition he didn’t even try to hide. “This is our night, Shopia. The night I’ve waited for since you came to me broken and lost. Now, I’ll make you forget every bit of that pain.” Damian was no ordinary man. He was a storm—fierce, unpredictable, and devastating. His touch was scorching and demanding. He offered no pause. No time to think.

Damian arrived last. He was dressed in charcoal gray, tailored within an inch of his life, and walked with the kind of confidence that came from knowing no one in the room could touch him. He slid into the booth across from us without a word, laid his phone on the table face-down, and then met my eyes. “Well,” he said, folding his hands. “Is this the part where you beg?” Sophia didn’t flinch. “This is the part where we talk.” “Pity. I was enjoying the silence,” Damian said with a smirk. “I assume this is about the motion we filed yesterday?”

* But the universe had other plans. During the morning strategy meeting, a new face sat across the table. **Damien Black** — the sharp, ridiculously handsome VP from their London branch who’d just transferred over. Tall, lean-muscled, with tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming smile that screamed “trouble.” He was younger than Rhys, maybe thirty-two, and carried himself with effortless confidence. His eyes kept drifting to Lila throughout the meeting. When it ended, he approached her desk with a smooth grin.

My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his cock, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night. Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy cock—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen pussy lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.

He said, "I approve of your relationship with Ariel . I will reject her as my mate after the war as I have already told her, and then Elle and I can continue with our relationship." Damien's words really surprised Alex . Was this really the Damien he knew? He might have been another one because the main Damien, the one that Alex knew would never act like this. He would never speak in a tone as calm as this while talking about a sore topic. He would never have forgiven Alex so easily like that especially with the terrible fight they'd had the other day. What surprised Alex the most was that Damien, a highly possessive person, would be willing to give up his goddess given mate to another man a

“It’s too much… but I don’t want to stop. Your cock feels so good. Fuck me deeper. Fill me with more cum.” Damon suddenly flipped them over without pulling out. He pinned her beneath him and started thrusting hard and fast, taking control again. “No more riding,” he growled, slamming into her. “Now I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. Take every single thing I give you.”

“You have about twelve hours, Mr. Cole. I’d suggest you use them. And I’d strongly suggest you don’t tell Elena yet she’s been through enough for one day.” The call ended. Damian stood in the corridor of an Interpol office at six-fifteen on a rainy Thursday evening, twelve hours from something he couldn’t yet see, holding two coffee cups and the knowledge that the woman on the other side of that door had just, tentatively, against all reason, begun to let him back in. And his mother was about to try to take it all apart again………

Damian wanted to paint me with his own brush: a cheater using the people around them for blatant power grabs. By now, I had thought I was used enough to Damian’s various smear campaigns that his lies couldn’t make me angry. But the blatant hypocrisy of this one was enough to set my teeth on edge, even all these months later. For Damian, who’d been cheating on me with my own stepmother for years, to accuse me of being the one who betrayed our relationship for personal gain…

“It’s about ruining me. And you.” She shivered. “What will you do?” “I’m buying time,” he said. “Cole’s team is digging for leverage. Something we can use to shut her down for good.” Sienna exhaled. “And until then?” “You stay there,” Damian said. “I’ll handle it.” His voice was steady, reassuring. But Sienna could hear the weight he carried beneath it. “Damian…” She didn’t know what she was going to say. Just that she wanted to bridge the distance.

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"