Novel & Cerita Damien South Park

The company would suffer a massive loss then! "I know that," Damian said calmly, pointing at Saul with a smile. "Saul Eckhart. My good buddy, Saul." Everyone nearly had a heart attack right then and there when they heard what Damian said. Even Saul froze at that, nearly losing his temper and going berserk. How dare Damian call him his "good buddy"? Saul drew his lips in a thin line, no longer knowing what to say. He was absolutely speechless. First of all, he had to be at least ten years older than Damian. And with how much power and influence he held in Cloudcove, not many people actually dared to bluff and refer to him as their "buddy" as rudely as Damian did.

“Look, I’m even wearing a smile you don’t deserve.” “I really don’t have the time for this,” “Yes, because you are so busy getting drunk and sleeping with the prisoners?” Sarcasm dripped off his tone. I was really close to putting a fist through his face. Damien took the seat opposite me without a care in the world. Ike he owned the place and I had the sudden urge to shoot his legs. “So, I have news for you but I want something first.” I stared at him to gouge if he was being serious or not and his face would suggest that. But I know Damien, he was an even bigger bullshitter than me.

“Good evening Mr Damien, am I in trouble?” As I asked this question, my heart was almost jumping out of my chest. “That depends, Mr Swift! We will find out if you are in trouble” He chuckled. This was the first time I have had a direct conversation and a meeting with Damien and I believed the rumors, Damien was a scary man. His smile and chuckles were creepy. I tried to keep my composure and act normal.

I shuddered at the thought of that. Damien’s eyes didn’t waver. “You know who he is, Kim. You just hoped he wasn’t that person. But he'll always be a selfish, conniving asshole.” He exhaled sharply, his hand curling into a fist. “But this time, he crossed the line.” “Damien…”

A group of four friends who loved hanging out for an insane number of hours in the evenings to pop bear kept throwing arguments about the top one news in New Jersey. “Son of bitches. Thank God my father wasn't this useless. relieve him of his balls.” Damian whispered above his voice, dragged the last pinch of his cigarette and dumped the stump, stamping his feet to put off the fire. “Any useful information yet?” he demanded raising a brow. One just had to say yes to his every demand or get punched in the face. Damian never takes no for an answer, one just had to find a way to incorporate a yes in his/her responses to Damian’s demands or questions.

“Let them. Their opinions don’t matter. Your existence is solely for me, Adrian, and I’m just communicating that reality to the masses.” I settled into the seat, dropping my head back against the rest with a sigh. “That sounds like something a megalomaniac would say.” Damien climbed in beside me, tossing the condom bag into the back seat with a loud crinkle. He didn't immediately start the engine. Instead, he turned to me, his expression softening just enough to pull the edge off his arrogant claim. “Is that what you think I am? A megalomaniac?” “When it comes to me? Yes. Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And you know what the worst part is? I think I might be worse.”

I don't know yet. Damien sure has a lot of secrets though.

Damien. I sit and pick at my food, watching the city below. Humans drive home from work, crowd into buses, laugh on sidewalks. They have problems—bills, bosses, relationships—but none of them know what it feels like to have your soul ripped in half in front of a room full of people. Lucky. The study door opens. Damien steps out, jacket off now, white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. There’s ink on one of his forearms—a dark, intricate design that disappears under the cuff.

“Well believe it or not, his supper unbearable, when it comes to work or sticking to rules or..” “..when his right about something and tries to rub it on your face?” Damien finishes off my sentence for me. “Yeap, that Lucian for you. Always serving as the god of Ego, fucking egotics.” That had me bursting up laughing my head off. I was laughing so hard that Diamen couldn't help but join me. We laughed for what felt like a minute before catching my breath. Damien's laughter reduces to a chuckle as he tries to calm himself .

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.