Damian Priest X Reader Novels & Stories

His smile vanished slowly, “On that point, we agree.” Cassie’s eyes faltered, brows twitching, “I–I don’t understand.” Damian leaned towards her, and grabbed her arms, “Look scared.” She looked so confused, she was confused, and Damian must’ve seen that because he tightened his grip on Cassie, while saying “Be afraid, Cassie.” Her eyes widened. “Good. Now listen.” He leaned closer, whispering, “You asked whether I have goals for Blakey. I do. I have one.” Cassie listened. “For him to–”

the priest asked directing his gaze at her? "I do," she said smiling sheepishly while looking at me, I looked at her and smirked. “Do you Damian Anderson take Cassandra Robinson as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, till death do you part?” The priest asked as I was about to answer. " Damian!" A weak familiar voice called out across the hall, my eyes shifted to Erica, her white dress stained with blood. I instinctively started running towards her as I watch her collapse on the floor.

She was also angry with her friend because he lied to her. “I'll talk to him tomorrow,” she mumbled before heading to the library. When she arrived, she spotted Damian reading a book on a black leather couch. “Hey,” she kissed his cheek and sat next to him. “What are you reading?” “Into The Magic Shop,” Damian answered. “Oh, I love this book.” “What? You already read it?” “Yup.” Avery nodded. “Amazing book. Anyways, Dam. I'll go sit there because I need to study a little bit.” She said, pointing to a free table in the corner.

Damian kissed Rai’s ear and neck. “Shit, Damian!” Rai suddenly said. I looked at him, but he was still closing his eyes. “You like this, don’t you, Rai?” Damian whispered sexily in his ear as his hand moved faster. “Shit!" Rai groaned. Damian moved his hand even faster until Rai asked him to stop. “Damian, stop!” Rai grabbed Damian’s hand suddenly, stopping his movement. “Oh no, Rai. I’m gonna make you come so hard while your princess is watching us,” he whispered and looked dangerously at me while flashing that wicked smile of his.

Then she shook her head in response to his question. "You just shuddered," Damien said. "I was lost in thought," Emberlynn said. "And I believe the thoughts don't entail you running off as we are about to begin the ritual?" Damien stated. Would he ask her the same questions over again before the night was over? "Of course, I need to know your thoughts since I can barely read them," Damien said. "Why would you want to read my thoughts? That's intrusive." Emberlynn looked at him. "I need to know if I am having a killer as a mate, and you've been acting weird, the more reason to know what you are thinking about." Damien clasped her hand and tugged her towards the altar.

I takes a moment for me to answer his question as he smirks at me. "My papà saw the last ones and said no more," I say as I writhe under Damian's hot body. He starts thrusting as he trails his kisses to my chest. He bites and sucks on my nipples as his large member fills me up and leaves a stinging pain around my asshole. "Can I mark your chest?" He asks breathlessly and his lips hovering over my skin. I nod and he starts sucking beside my nipple, his tongue teasing me as his dick bumps into my prostate. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses hickeys across my chest.

“Alright, now you’ve got me curious. Let’s meet the mystery man.” Cathy guided her down the hall and opened the door to the VIP consultation room. “There he is,” she said, nodding toward the tall man in a sleek, charcoal suit, his back turned as he examined a shelf of scent samples. “Ma’am, this is Mr. Damon Damien Alejandro,” Cathy announced. “A renowned businessman. He asked for you personally.” Rhian’s footsteps slowed as the name hit her like a wave. No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming.

“You stay here until I say otherwise.” Adrien ignored him, stalking to the decanter on his desk. His fingers trembled as he poured, the slight shake twisting his rage tighter. He swallowed the scotch in one hit, fire searing down. “You don’t give me orders. I’m not your prisoner.” Damien closed the space between them, a calm shadow never breaking. “You’re not. But you’re also not immortal.” Adrien’s gaze snapped to him. Heat sparked in the narrow gap, wild and dangerous. He wanted to shove him back, fire him, erase him. Instead, he poured another drink, his throat tight.

His pulse quickened, his chest tightened — and bitterness filled the spaces love used to live. “Be strong, Damian,” Collins muttered from afar, keeping an eye on him. Damian drifted toward the bar — his refuge. “Whiskey,” he said, sliding into a stool. The bartender, an older man with a bloated stomach, gave a knowing look. “Rough night, huh?” Damian smirked bitterly. “You could say that.” The man leaned closer. “Not everyone’s happy about what’s going on there. That groom? He was supposed to marry my niece.”

“Aurora has everything to do with this!” Xavier flinched slightly, no, not at the words spoken but at the volume. “I saw her first,” Damian said, breathing hard. “I fell in love with her first.” At his confession, the room went completely still. “But of course,” Damian continued bitterly, “you have to have everything. You went and wooed her with your charm, your perfect image, your stupid confidence, and of course she fell for you. Who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t be dazzled by Xavier Steele?”