Novel & Cerita Damien Haas X Reader

He read the message and his expression changed. “He’s been digging into the adoption records,” Damien said quietly. “He knows.” A cold shiver ran down my spine, but my hips still rocked subtly against his fingers. “What now?” “Now we wait for him to make his move.” Damien curled his fingers inside me, pressing against that spot that made my eyes roll back. “And when he does… I want you dripping and ready for me right in front of him.” I came quietly at the table, thighs trembling, biting his shoulder to stay silent.

Damien hugged her as water poured on them. "Don't use protection anymore I love it raw, I'm used to it raw please baby" Arrya said for Damien to nod. He's Damien Willington and his sex life needs emergency. he knows her period, so he's going to do the calculations and knows when she's free because if he gets this woman pregnant, he won't forgive himself and she's not ready to do anything to prevent her from getting pregnant.

I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful.

sexy as hell. What's wrong with me though? Why am I thinking about this too much? It's not like I'm going to end up with either of them anyway. Stupid, little me. “Oh, would you look at the time?” Damien says, checking his watch. “Let's get you home before your husband comes and puts a bullet to my head.” I chuckle. “What's the deal between you two anyway? Why does he hate you so much?” “He's Liam Everhart. He hates everything that gets in his way.”

Damien’s hand landed on my thigh under the covers casual like and I didn’t push it away even though I knew I should. Jax noticed and huffed turning on his side to face me. “You gonna let him do that after everything Alex tell him to back off.” Damien squeezed my leg a bit and whispered “He doesn’t want me to back off do you Alex feel how relaxed you are right now.” I groaned quietly and turned to face Jax trying to keep my voice low. “Jax come on it’s late just drop it.” But Jax wasn’t having it his eyes all intense in the dim light from the window. “No I won’t drop it he always does this turns everything into his game and you let him every time.” Damien chuckled from behind me his breath ti

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

002: Show Me Some Love, Baby **Jordan Hayes** It took a full minute to remember breathing was something people were supposed to do. I stood frozen, mouth parted in shock, staring into those piercing dark eyes—ones I'd vowed never to look at again. Their burning intensity sent a shiver racing down my spine, my throat tightening until swallowing felt impossible. Damien Voss, the boss and leader of New York's most notorious Italian mafia family, was right here in the bathroom stall with me, gazing down with a dangerous grin. My heart skipped, mind blanking. Why the hell was he in Great Fisher—my workplace?

“What are you doing out here all alone anyway?” Ryleigh crossed her arms over her chest. “Enjoying my day off. Having a sandwich. Reading a book.” His eyes flicked to the discarded paperback beside her. The cover gleamed up at him—Moonbound Desire. He raised a brow. “Really?” “Yes, really.” She snatched the book and moved it behind her. “It’s relaxing.” Damien chuckled, slow and deep. “That’s not what that book’s about.” Ryleigh’s face heated. “It’s none of your business.”

“No.” That almost made him smile. For a moment, neither of them moved. Didn’t speak. Didn’t rush to fill the space. And strangely— It wasn’t uncomfortable. Caelan crossed the room slowly and sat down opposite him. Not too close. Not distant either. Just… there. “What are you reading?” he asked. The question slipped out easily. No strategy. No intention. Just something to say. Damien glanced down at the book, like he’d forgotten it was there.

I sit on one of the chairs to read a book, and occasionally sneak a peek at people who are having fun surfing and others swimming. Damien gets out the water with a surfboard tucked under his arm. His abs are glistening with water and his shorts dripping. I'm grateful for my sunglasses because they give my eyes the privacy that they need so that I can stare without anyone noticing. "How are we feeling, madam?" Damien is standing in front of me. His hair is also dripping, and this somehow sends something pooling between my thighs. I think of the times when we kissed. An uninvited image of us kissing under in the rain or the shower comes to mind, and I wonder how it would feel.