Novel & Cerita Damien Soft

"Miss me?" Damien.

he breathed, shocked, “that’s crossing a line.” Damien didn’t blink. “Good. Because I’m done playing soft .”

Damien’s POV I blinked once, slow, measured, and leaned back in my chair. “Excuse me,” I said smoothly, “but you are…?” Mr Peterson cleared his throat, a little flustered. “Ah…my daughter, Vivienne. Vivienne, this is… Damien Voss. You should say hi.” She stepped forward, tilting her head, eyes narrowing like a cat sizing me up. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she purred, voice smooth and dripping with flirtation. “I didn’t expect you to look… real.”

Pleasure races through me as his tongue finds my clit while he fills me with his fingers. “Jesus,” I Squeal crying out, arching my back and digging my hands into his hair. He pauses and rolls his eyes up to meet mine. “. My name is Damien.” I laugh out but quickly choke on the sound when he nips my sensitive flesh and buds adding a three finger into my core“Damien oh my God.”I moan out. “There it is. That’s much better.” His murmured words against my pussy vibrates in a delicious way.

However, Zane preferred the business side, whereas Damian preferred the tech side. Damian came to light whenever he would talk to me about each of their products. He even explained his newest project to me–Evanish. It was a program that worked similarly to Big Brother. A database of sorts in which anyone could be found. His new system worked against big brother instead of the database being used to find people. This software was designed to keep people hidden. Once a name was entered into the database, the system would reverse engineer any information pertaining to a person. So, for example, if I typed in 'Damian Stone' into the algorithm, it would constantly send out false information about

He detested them and preferred to stay away from knowing anything about them. "You do have a point though. Those bastards really are the absolute worst and we should expect nothing less from them." Damien said as his memory flashed back to the time when he was attacked by one of them out of nowhere. About eight years ago, Damien was attacked by a Redmoon pack member who had been sent to assassinate him. Fortunately for Damien, he was able to immediately detect the presence of his assailant as soon as she was close enough and when they both got into a fight, he overpowered her and used his claws to dive deep into her heart, killing her instantly. He had gone against a good number of them at o

“Although, I think Tatiana is too badass of a name for someone like you.” “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “And I’m not badass enough for the name?” Damien laughed an open, carefree laugh, captivating me once again. “I’m sure you are,” he told me. “But you’re also gentle and kind and a hopeless romantic. If I had to pick a name, then I’d say Tia sounds better than Tatiana.” “Oh!”

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

Water dripped from his hair. “Well, well,” he said in a rough voice. His gray eyes moved slowly over my thin tank top and short sleep pants. “You must be Sophia. Alexander did not tell me his new stepdaughter looks this good.” My face got hot right away. I held the glass tight in my hand. “You are Damien, right?” He gave a slow, dangerous smile and stepped closer. I could smell rain and a strong manly smell on him. “Yes. My brother and I share many things. Business. Houses. And sometimes… women.”

“You’ve been carrying your own pain in silence since your sire. Talk to us.” Damien stared at the opposite wall for a long moment, crimson eyes distant. The elegant, cold vampire rarely showed vulnerability. But after watching Kael shatter and Serena burn her mother-figure twice, something inside him cracked. “I wasn’t always like this,” he said quietly. Damien’s Story “I was turned in 1897. London. I was twenty-four, the youngest son of a powerful aristocratic family. My father wanted me to join the military. My mother wanted me in politics. I wanted neither. I wanted freedom.”