Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

The guard ran to carry out the eldest prince's command. "Adro, are you sure about doing this yourself? If father and mother find out, you will be done," Damian said, pulling his brother’s shoulder again. He stared at him with wide eyes and panting breath. However, Adro chuckled while lightly patting his twenty-two-year-old brother's shoulder. "I'm mature enough to judge how I should handle myself, Damian. I'm no longer at an age to worry about scolding from my parents." Damian snorted with a sardonic look at his older brother. "How arrogant,"

"Why would I do that?" "I'm younger than you and I'm not exactly the prettiest girl in the kingdom." Summer continues squirming as David stares at blankly. "How old are you anyway? I remember Isabella saying something about your age but I totally forgot." "I'm twelve but I'll turn thirteen in a few months." She doesn't know if she is trying to assure herself or him. "Well, I turned fourteen a few months ago. It turns out that I am just a year older." He says.

"Ohh, Damian… I think he is around 150 years old." Oh Goddess. My eyes widened. I couldn't believe they had such long lives. 'Did you hear that, Eva? Damian is older than our great grandfather.' 'Old is gold,' Eva purred. How could I forget, for her, everything about Damian was hot. I told Catherine I would skip today's training. I was already feeling low by early afternoon because I had yet to get Damian glucose. I was about to leave when I collided with someone. Shit! "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, steadying myself.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

But it burned. “You’re twenty four,” Damian said quietly. “I’m thirty eight. I’m engaged to a woman whose family controls half the shipping routes on the east coast. And your father would burn this building to the ground if he knew what I was thinking right now.” Alex’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure Damian could hear it. “What are you thinking right now?” Damian’s thumb brushed along Alex’s lower lip. The contact was electric. Alex’s entire body reacted, heat pooling low and insistent.

Aria's POV Damian smirked, tilting his head just a little. That smirk wasn’t kind, it was wicked. "You look young. What’s your name?" "Aria." "And how old are you, Aria?" "Twenty-four." He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was low and laced with warning. "You’re drunk, Miss Aria. You don’t know what you’re doing. You should go home and sleep this off." He turned to leave.

His father had already told him to come home for urgent matters, but it seemed more like they were celebrating as they all looked happy. Lady Mallory was Damian's stepmother, but she treated him as her son. However, she had her own son who was five years younger than Damian, Damon Tucker. He was a 28-year-old guy and lived abroad. "Welcome home, Damian. Come have a seat. We have been expecting your arrival," Mr. Mark said, smiling as he gestured for Damian to have a seat in the vast living room. Across from Mr. Mark sat Mr. Troy and his daughter, Maria Milian. She was a 25-year-old plastic surgeon with beautiful fair skin and long blonde hair. Maria wore a black dress with a V-neck that reve

But Damian didn't seem to mind my questions, in fact, he looked a little too happy that I'd asked. There's an intense heat in his eyes when his lips fall apart with words. “Since you truly became of age,” he confesses. “Since you… truly become… a woman.” That's a little over a month now. It was his turn to swallow and he does so, so beautifully. His adam's apple bobs with the motion and it takes a full minute to snap out of my sudden trance. I look back up at him when I feel his heavy breath on my skin, his eye are a beautiful shade of lava fire.

It has been less than a year and Damien is looking like a Greek God already. "wow this guy is terrifying, Luca said" I agree with him, we all command power but this guy at his age, I bet after his training none of us can compete with him. "He is the son of Maria and a dangerous mafia leader, do you think he will look weak," Mrs Andriano asked. I hugged my wife and kissed her, you got me worried. "I am here now" Don't ever repeat that "yes sir" Damian shakes hands with his uncle first then Mrs Andriano pulled him to her side and hugged him.