Damon And Bonnie Novels & Stories

Damien “Oh, Goddess! Yes. Yes. Oh, Damien. Fuck. Oh Fuck, Yes.” Stephanie moaned, withering beneath me, her thighs clenching my cheeks. “Right there, Don’t stop.” Her thighs are trembling around my head; her hips are gyrating on my face, her body dancing with urgency, searching for a fix that only I could provide. With a smirk, I lifted my head from between Stephanie’s thighs, replacing my tongue with my thumb and attacking her sweet little clit, loving how her body reacted to me.

His phone vibrated sharply on the glass table. Damon picked it up. The moment he saw the notifications, his stomach tightened. Twenty-seven missed calls. Thirty-two messages. News alerts. His assistant’s name filled the screen. Claudia. Damon answered immediately. “What happened?” Her voice was breathless. “Sir, you need to see the news.” Damon opened the first link she sent. The headline appeared instantly, and the world seemed to tilt. BILLIONAIRE CEO DAMON MOREAU IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH BODYGUARD

I ask and she takes a deep breath on the other side. “Yeah, well, according to Harlow they are together, as in a couple,” Bonnie says, and I stop walking as I walk back into the building. We still have high security implemented and so does Richard at the Ashford media. “I guess he kept that little detail out of the equation for us,” I say, and I can tell Bonnie is not pleased. “I swear if he huts my friend I will castrate him. He will regret ever dipping his dick into the pond,” Bonnie says, and I can’t help but spit my coffee all out.

Donald stepped forward slightly, placing himself just enough between them. “Now that you've settled in, tell me, why are you here?” he asked, his tone calm but firm. Damon leaned back slightly, unfazed. “I just wanted to see where my Queen is living.” Donald’s eyes darkened slightly. “Rebecca is my wife,” he said. “Not yours.” Damon smiled lazily. “Titles don’t change history.” Donald’s jaw tightened. “What would it take,” he asked slowly, “for you to leave her alone?”

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

The shocked looks on their faces is satisfying to watch. Damien rolls out of his seat and stands at the front. Everyone is quiet. Everyone is settled but there's so much tension in the room. I steal a few suspicious glances from the staff. "Ladies and Gentlemen." Damien starts. "I want you to welcome the newest member of the pack, my beautiful wife! Danielle Hunt!" Thunderous claps burst out in the room. But Brandon is not clapping. He's staring at me with so much hatred and vitriol in his eyes. I hate him too. A lot! ****

Ashton said to Jackson which made damian chuckle. Jackson smirked. "No I don't have to..." He cocked his head towards the door and everyone followed his gaze. Damian's mouth dropped along with everyone when they saw rose coming out. She was wearing a red colour bikini and was looking smoking hot. "Wow..." Daniel said stunned by looking at her. Damian glared at Olivia and she winked at him. His possessiveness started taking a toll on him when all the boys checked her out. He was about to stand up and drag her back in the house away from all the lustful glances she was getting.

The tension between them crackles like a live wire. I know what Roman is capable of. He isn’t just a businessman—he’s the kind of man whose name makes people lower their voices. The kind of man who doesn’t tolerate threats to what’s his. Roman is a thug. But Damon? Damon already walked away from me once. Who knows what he’s capable of now? Yet, when he finally speaks, his gaze now focused on Roman, his voice is steel wrapped in velvet. “I’ll take a private dance,” Damon says, his eyes never leaving mine. “With her.”

His father had already told him to come home for urgent matters, but it seemed more like they were celebrating as they all looked happy. Lady Mallory was Damian's stepmother, but she treated him as her son. However, she had her own son who was five years younger than Damian, Damon Tucker. He was a 28-year-old guy and lived abroad. "Welcome home, Damian. Come have a seat. We have been expecting your arrival," Mr. Mark said, smiling as he gestured for Damian to have a seat in the vast living room. Across from Mr. Mark sat Mr. Troy and his daughter, Maria Milian. She was a 25-year-old plastic surgeon with beautiful fair skin and long blonde hair. Maria wore a black dress with a V-neck that reve

When had the Don's forbidden claim become the thing I was terrified to lose? The drone feed shifted, the camera angling toward the central storage room. Two figures dropped in near-silence—Dante and Marco, moving in perfect synchronization. The guards outside the door went down before they could raise their weapons. One moment they were standing. The next they were bodies on the floor. "Breaching," Dante said. The door blew inward.