Damian Desmond Fanart Novelas e Histórias

Poised and ready to attack. “I can’t believe that the bitch was your fated mate. The guys are going to laugh. The great Desmond Wright, Alpha who can do no wrong, fated to a damn human.” He laughed maniacally. “She’s even gotten fatter since I’ve last see her.” Desmond growled but I pulled out hands up to his chest. 'He doesn’t know, Desmond. Don’t let him know.' Desmond’s nostrils flared but his growling stopped.

"Who allowed a fuckface like you in here?” The patrons at a few closed tables stopped playing and turned to us. “Mr-” “Don't bother, get the fuck out, don't come back here again” “You can't do that!” mustache man sputtered Damien leaned into his face and wave two fingers “Who the fuck am I?” I see a sting of doubt spread across his features and I want to commend him for not backing away from the large dangerous man who was obviously not his fan glaring down at him “You're Damien Cross”

Alexis I poured the ice water over the burned mark on my arm and cursed that asshole Donovan for the entire time. I have seen many misogynistic pigs in my life but he was definitely the king of pigs. "Ouch!!!" I wanted to cry but then i realised that i had promised Aunt Sol i won't back out no matter what.

Then, under the restaurant’s crystal lights, he lifts it. Gasps ripple again. My breath catches. His torso is sculpted perfection—hard abs, skin like golden marble. But there’s no tattoo. Not a trace. My body goes cold. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, it was there. I saw it.” Damian doesn’t look smug. He looks calculating. Dangerous. He slips his phone from his pocket, swipes, then thrusts it in my face. On the screen: a photo of him. And another man.

DESMOND’S POV I thought destroying Diego Fernandez would be very difficult but as it stands, I don’t even have to do so much. I just have to insert my own players into the game and watch as they bring him to his knees in front of my throne. He has to pay for making me an outcast in my father’s kingdom, they all have to. I began with Damian, that pathetic idiot stood no chance, I knew I could bring him down using that girl Valentina as his trap, as soon as I saw the love in his eyes immediately he set his eyes on her… I knew I had gotten him where I wanted his, I knew she would help me get rid of him. That sick bastard, I actually feel like I did a good things for him. I wanted to set him fre

“I just wanted to see what you would do.” “You like pushing people’s buttons, don’t you?” I say flatly. It’s not a question. Damien winks at me. “It’s what I do for a living, and it’s immensely entertaining. You don’t seem so bad at it yourself. Maybe you should come work for me.” “I already have a job I love, thanks,” I reply. “Starving artist?” he teases. I purse my lips. “I’m not starving.” “Right. Because a woman like you likes ‘long walks on the beach’ and ‘a good party,’” he quotes.

I asked when we both walked through the women's clothing section. Damian smiled and explained what had transpired between him and Brian when he called. "So you man he didn't really invite you? You just want to use his campaign to shine?" I exclaimed. Damian pocketed his hand looking like the most handsome man, "I'm not going to be the Damian Moon he expected anymore. He wanted a weak Damian that will always loose to him despite my influence in the society, I can't give him that joy again" "As expected of my baby's daddy, he's so intelligent" I crooned and he smiled generously in return.

But when I finally lifted my eyes, I saw someone already walking toward me. Damien Cole. The name hit me before the face did. I’d seen his work everywhere, portraits that left you breathless and full of longing. All body sizes, all kinds of sensual lighting, displayed like they were holy. He made women of all sizes look like art. Because to him, we were. He was taller than I expected, brooding and intense. His shirt was black, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his inked forearm. His eyes locked on me like I was already his next subject.

Damien stepped behind me, pressing his growing erection against my ass as he whispered, “This one reminds me of how you look when you’re coming apart for Daddy. All flushed and open.” His hand slipped fully under my dress now, fingers stroking my slick folds while we stood in front of the painting. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “Damien…” “Daddy,” he corrected, pushing two thick fingers inside me slowly. “Keep looking at the art while I play with your pretty cunt.” He fingered me leisurely as we moved through the space, his other arm wrapped around my waist to keep me steady. In the next room hung a provocative figurative work by Anna Weyant a young woman in a vulnerable yet defiant pose, th

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.