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Thorin huffed as he looked around the forest. “However, his wife Rosemary, she’s a breath of fresh air. Reminds me a lot of Imara, honestly. Gentle and kindhearted. He’s also got two children named Sigrid and Damien. They’re every bit their father. His family is everything to him so be respectful. Not that I guess I need to tell such fine Southern gentleman that, but Daniel has no patience when it comes to them, and family or no, he’d kill you in a heartbeat, Ben. So, like I said, keep that buried deep inside you. Just remember that you got that sweet girl waiting on you and hear whatever he’s got to say.”

Seeing her best friend not waking up, Avery smirked, knowing one of his weaknesses. Damian was ticklish. She sat on his thighs and started tickling his waist with her fingers. “No!” Damian shouted and started laughing, “No! Ave! Stop please!” he lied on his stomach, bursting out laughing as he couldn’t control it. “Avery fucking Jones!” Damian's screams and laughs could be heard all around the small loft. Avery was now smiling proudly, staring at her best friend, who was already up and washing his face. “Chocolate?” Tom asked.

Soon, I got lost in making Damien feel good. When I looked up, I saw his hooded eyes, parted lips, and blown pupils. “Fuckkkk, V. Look at you on your knees for me. Your lips look so good around me.” Damien grabbed my head, and his hips moved in tiny thrusts. I moaned when I tasted his precum burst from his slit. Then he went deeper and deeper until the tip reached my throat, and I gagged. I tried to pull back, but his hands held my head hostage.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

Damien believed he was that way, and now, seeing Lucian doing the same to him, he understood how wrong he had been. Before Damien arrived at the Black Night Pack house territory, he had been sure his plan was foolproof and he was going to rescue Emberlynn without any form of drama. But he was surprised he had been ambushed. With all that Lucian had said, he seemed to know he was coming to his pack house. Someone was a spy in his and had told Lucian he would be arriving. Damien snarled. Both Lucian, Selene and the spy he was going to kill all three of them as soon as he stepped out of the dratted prison.

According to Declan’s records, Elias Thorn studied music at a local university and lived in a flat above a small bookstore. They approached quietly. Damien gave Liam a nod. “You ready?” Liam knocked. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open. A tall young man with tousled dark hair and grey-blue eyes stared back at them, confusion etched into his face. He had a familiar sharpness in his jawline something that made Liam’s stomach twist. “Elias Thorn?” Liam asked. “Yes?” Elias replied, cautious. “I’m Liam Carlyle,” Liam said. “Your brother.”

“The day he chose to walk that path, I warned him. From that moment, I counted him dead in my mind. Then… he saw Luna. Pregnant. He saved her. Fell in love with her. And for a moment, he thought he could stop it all turn his back on the blood and the chaos, live safely with her.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “But she—” he exhaled sharply, as if spitting out the memory, “she used Thorne as an excuse, sayinh he would hunt them down. And she left him. He went back to his old ways after that.” Even as he spoke with cold finality, I could see it the faint strain around his eyes, the way his fingers curled against his knee. He was hurt. He was just very, very good at hiding it.

Eleanor, oblivious to the beneath, beamed as Damian reached their table. "Sarah, this is Damian Thorne, the man who's turned my world upside down. Damian, my daughter, Sarah—the artist I told you so much about." Damian extended his hand, his voice smooth and warm. "Pleasure to meet you, Sarah. Your mother speaks of you with such pride." Sarah rose hesitantly, placing her palm in his. The contact ignited a spark—electricity crackling up her arm, straight to her core. His grip was firm, thumb brushing the back of her hand in a way that felt too intimate, too knowing. Memories assaulted her, those same fingers digging into her thighs as he drove his thick cock into her, her walls clenching arou

srinithi : may be he also came for shopping salomi : shopping and him here, come on bunny someone like him will never come here for shopping, I'm sure he is here to stalk you srinithi : yaar, don't think all these unnecessary things, let him do whatever he want, we will complete our work and we will leave salomi : fine then . . . damien cleared his throat for srinithi's attention, srinithi smiled and started checking for more toys damien asked "do you like toys" srinithi nodded her head, she seen him looking at the toys so she asked by showing a toy "do you like this model" damien replied "I hate toys since from the time I'm a kid" srinithi nodded her head and looking at the toys, he is spea

I nodded, my head sank in his chest, and his sweet scent entrapped me, while he carried me to his car. "Why did they do this to you?" "They're simply jealous of me." I muttered. "Do you know them?" "Yes. I do... I.." I paused, realizing I wasn't supposed to reveal much. The man understood I didn't want to share and he just nodded slightly without further persuasion. "My name is Damian Thorne. I'm from the Star moon pack." I just nodded lightly. We got to the car and he ignited the engine immediately. Shortly, we were at the palace gate, and I gently got out of his car.