Damien Haas X Reader 소설 & 이야기

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three Damien sat in his office, one hand propped on his desk, with his fingers on his head as he read the file in his hands, over and over again. But no matter how much he read it, he was not able to concentrate or get past the first page. His thoughts kept drifting back to a certain red head, and forest green eyes. Sensous lips, pale full breasts and milky skin... Damien groaned loudly and dripped the file. He held his head in his hands, rubbing the ache that had settled there.

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Thought about the woman behind the register who remembered faces and read people like books and had handed him something without hesitation like she already knew what he needed before he did. He started walking. His phone buzzed. Damien. He looked at the screen. Let it ring. Looked at the bookstore door. Answered on the fourth ring. "I read the file," Damien said. His voice was completely even. Completely controlled. The specific register of a man holding something enormous very tightly. "Yes sir," Hale said. A pause. "I need to know," Damien said quietly. "Everything you know. Not what's in the file. Everything." Hale looked at the bookstore door.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

I parked at the side entrance and went in through the kitchen. The house was quiet in the way that had stopped feeling like peace several weeks ago. Mrs. Hale wasn't at the counter. The breakfast things had been cleared. The dining room was empty... I checked without stopping, just a glance through the open door, long enough to see that the cabinet against the far wall was closed and gave nothing away. I went to the east wing. Damien was inside the room when I arrived. Not at the cabinet... standing in the centre of the space, holding a folder, reading something with the particular stillness that meant he'd already read it twice and was on the third pass trying to find the thing that changed

Alpha Damien's hands splayed all over Zeta's shirt, and unbuttoned them slowly. It was such a torturous experience. Could he just get them off immediately? Zeta thought. "You are taking too long." Zeta hurried. Damien stopped and gave a teasing smirk. " You want me so bad, don't you?" He asked. He was teasing her, and wanted to drive her crazy with need. "Do something about it." She replied sassily. Of course she wanted him badly but he ignored her the past few days.

By the time he stops, most of her people are dead or moaning on the floor. Damien wipes sweat and blood from his forehead. His hands shake, but he does not drop Ivy. He looks at her face, bruised and pale, hair tangled. He presses her closer to his chest. The warehouse smells of blood, sweat, and smoke from overturned lamps. He tastes it all, feels it in every ache in his body. “Do you hear me?” he growls to the remaining ones alive. “Do not touch her again. You breathe, you move, you even think, I will find you and I will finish you.”

Elena hadn't seen his intent stare yet; she was enjoying the softness of the new bed, humming with her eyes closed. Damien stepped up to the edge of the bed, looking at her body laid out before him. He could smell her excitement starting to waft up to his nostrils. He lowered his head and extended his tongue, cupping her heel and running it up the length of her foot. He reveled in the taste of her sweat, her special flavor that covered every inch of her body. He could feel every line and crease in the sole of her foot as his tongue traveled up to her toes. He slithered the tip between her toes and nibbled on the end of her big toe.

“Be quick we are leaving in some minutes.” Damien sighed. “I don’t think I can meet up, maybe I will meet you there.” Hugh nodded. “Cool, and bring your little pet if you want.” His eyes landed on me. It was full of disdain once again . What did I do to this dude? After Hugh left, Damien headed to the bathroom. When he emerged, water dripped from his hair and trailed down his toned body. He pulled on a shirt, but not before I caught myself staring. I quickly looked away, reminding myself who he was—a killer.