Novelas y relatos de Damien Crowe

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

Kevin smirked at Damien’s words, leaning back casually in his chair, “Please, Officer Crowne. You’ve seen worse than this in your career, don’t pretend otherwise.” Damien arched a brow, his lips twitching, “Oh, I know I’ve seen worse, but I don’t usually see it announced so boldly in front of me. You’ve got guts, Yule.” Kevin chuckled low, his shoulders shaking, “And you’ve got a sharp tongue.” Damien’s lips broke into a rare grin, and for the first time since I’d met him, he actually laughed. It was low, brief, but enough to fill the tension-heavy air with a strange lightness.

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

“You're right. When we find that bastard, we are going to make him pay with his life. Blood must spill, Moreno.” “And blood will definitely spill, but we need to work together. Pull our resources together because, let me tell you, we aren't fighting against a street thug. Damien is working with a man named Steven Crowley, who is an ex-military strategist, which means that he has a lot of weapons and tools at his disposal, and we need to tread carefully when it comes to him.”

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.”

“Do you mind if I sit down for a minute?” Noah’s fingers tightened around his tablet. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” the man answered. Without waiting for Noah to give permission, he pulled out a chair and sat right across from him. “My name is Damien Crowe. I fight in the same underground fights as your friend... Zach Rivera.” Noah felt his blood go cold. A sudden wave of fear hit his stomach, but he forced his voice to stay steady. “What do you want?” Damien leaned forward over the table, resting his elbows on the wood.

I internally ask myself why he’s standing there like that without an umbrella. Damien doesn’t answer my question right away. He stops few steps away from me and studies me for a moment under the rain and shakes his head. He goes ahead to push his wet hair backwards with both hands before pulling out a box of cigarette from his leather jacket , he opens the full box, takes out a cigarette, places it between his lips and then throws the box away. He takes out a lighter and lights the cigarette. He takes a small drag, drops the burning cigarette on the wet ground and steps on it. I don’t know why I found that move insanely sexy. He holds my gaze before speaking

He walked me back to the bed and laid me down and stood over me and I could see everything and feel my heart pounding somewhere in my throat because he was all sharp lines and controlled power and he was looking at me with so much possession. He kissed down my stomach, his hands sliding my underwear down my legs, and then his mouth was on my inner thigh, moving closer, and I was already gripping the sheets. "Fuck," I breathed, and then stopped because I did not actually know his name, I had just pulled something out of the air. He paused and looked up at me. "Damien Cross," he said, holding my gaze, and then his mouth was on my clit and every thought I had evaporated completely.