Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

"Rocky, the damn boot has capsized." I cannot help but have a good inner chuckle at myself, but yet I know that he is not going to talk this rather well. See Damian does not deal well with rejection. When he did not make partner, he went on a rampage; not only did he scare the shit out of me, but he became a drunk that started to cheat on me. Now, this is something that my parents, especially my mom, do not know; Damian is like her little golden boy who is going to land outside on his ass. "Damian, I said leave. Do you want me to get security to kick your cheating ass out of here? I am sure I can still smell the perfume of the whore you had on your arm last night."

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table as if he was about to say something important. "I don't understand," she asked, frowning. "May I know who you are?" Maryam narrowed her eyes at him, getting a bit impatient. She knew that Cornelia would be sad but for her to break down like that was surprising for her and she didn't know how to handle it. "My name is Damian. Damian Wilson." He smiled at her tightly as if giving her some kind of sign that she didn't recognize. She turned back to the weeping Cornelia in her hands and spoke.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

“Pretty Boy, Ugly get down and see if there’s anything I need to worry about… come back and report and release this guy.” “Yes ma’am.” They nodded and left. And as for you, I turned back to him. This will teach you not to lie next time. I raised the whip and landed it on his thighs. The door creaked open. “Pretty Boy… you’re back so soon.” I said without turning back. “WHAT. THE. HELL.” That voice… Oh no. Damian. He stood there, dressed like a cover model for Mafia magazine holding a drink in one hand and betrayal in the other.

“You can't even take my cock without falling apart.” “Sir– please–” “Do you think you're riding me, princess?” Damian taunted, a dark chuckled rumbling from his chest as he slammed himself down on me. “You're fucking yourself, baby. Just like the cock-hungry slut you are.” My breath caught in my throat and I cried out as my rhythm faltered. The ache in my legs was too much to ignore, and I collapsed against his chest as I cried. “I-I… I can't–”

Damian was the kind of husband that would make sure his wife wouldn't be able to cheat on him. He always made me crave for more and that's what's going on right now.. He made me turn around with my back facing him in reverse cowgirl and began slamming deeper into my cunt.. I was a moaning mess and urge him to f*CK me harder which he did as his lips found its way to my bare back.. My legs trembled in pleasure as he thrust in and outta me.. “ Want more, Baby?” He asked and I nodded unconsciously.. “Yes! F*CK me harder!” I begged and he gave in to my demands but careful enough not to hurt me..

Mister Yair checked Damian with medical equipment and soon came to a conclusion. "Mister Yair, how is Damian?" Patrick blurted out asking. "If I'm not mistaken, Damian has been attacked and suffered damages to his nerves in the past, which worsen over time, rendering him immobile," Mister Yair said confidently. "Yes, that's right. I've indeed suffered injuries before at the hands of the Libertons." Damian nodded. The Libertons were the Scammells' competitors in business and Damian had been involved in a conflict with the Libertons two years ago, which ended with him being injured by a few Libertons. Since then, he started experiencing discomfort in his legs, which progressed into a complete

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.”