Damien Soft Novels & Stories

Damien. He was seated in the chair beside her bed, his face pale and weary, but his clothes were changed, crisp and clean. He didn't look like a man who had been through hell and back, he looked like a normal man. Damien Sullivan, CEO of D&_S modelling agency, but his eyes softened when they met hers. “Vivian…” he started, his voice low and rough, but she pulled her hand away from his touch, fear surging through her.

I said to distract her and because she smiled. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “That sounds like a plan.” *** “We found more information on Damien. Apparently, he is in the States. He lives in a small town in Wyoming.” Lorenzo said, showing me the screen to show me a file with the information that he had on Damien. “He looks like any normal guy,” I muttered. Now, I understand why his face was so familiar to me. He looked like my father and, by default, shared some features with me. I hated him so much.

Gemma ended shaking her head. “Are you scared you might actually like me more than Kayden.” He said smiling. She stared at him for some time, his looks were not bad at all, he was handsome. Damien has a dark brown hair with brown eyes that suited him well. He had a pointed nose, that of models, his lips were just the perfect shade of pink and were pierced. Overall, he is not bad, just gave off this bad boy energy. He did not really fall short when it comes to being handsome.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his cock, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night. Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy cock—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen pussy lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.

"Molly has been riding my ass for working too much." Damien scoffed and drew hard on his cigarette. He only smoked one brand of ciggies: Sobranie Black Russians. They were manufactured and exclusively packed in Old Bond Street in London. Damien's taste in everything was very specific and distinctive. Everyone knew that. Damien only wanted the highest quality in everything. He never settled for economy when he could always get first class. "Your old lady's got you chained by the balls, man. That's what you get for not chasing other poontang when you had the chance in college. Even Sally was hot for your ass."

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

If I could match that string to a name… “Elena?” I jumped, slamming the laptop shut before spinning around. Damien stood in the doorway, shirt wrinkled, a faint bruise blooming on his temple from the explosion. He looked like hell, but still managed to wear it like armor. “You’re not sleeping,” he said softly. “I could say the same for you.” His jaw tensed, but he stepped inside. “I saw your light. Thought maybe you needed something”. I didn’t answer. Because if I opened my mouth, I’d scream at him. Demand to know who R-7AC03 was. Demand to know if he already knew

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

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.