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Evelyn returned to Damian’s mansion with a plan in mind. After confirming that he didn’t scheme against her and sincerely wanted to have a date with her, she decided to be true to her feelings and give herself to him willingly. She had passed through an adult shop on her way and bought some skimpy costumes that she planned to use in her seduction. She chose a black sexy cat cosplay lingerie that had cute kitten ears and a lace bra that was open on a large part of the breasts. The outfit had long thigh-high lace socks and a fluffy tail was attached to the thong.

His eyes were tied in a black cloth that matched his black robe. "The costume party will be in a week," Raymond informed. Damon didn't seem to know about the costume party. "I know you'd want to get a demon's outfit since that's what you are." Klaus chuckled before turning to Diana. "Make sure you get his measurements done." He gave Diana a wink before leaving with his brother; Raymond. How was she going to get Damon's measurements when she can't even go close to him? "Are you really going to get my measurements done?" Damon asked folding his arms and giving Diana a questioning look.

I teased. Leah smiled at me, it was then i had realized instead of her traditional goth look. She had wore a red dress her black har down and curled. Amusement showed on her almost black eyes. Damon turned, to me with a mischievous smile on his pink lips. His blond hir was spike up, his green eyes looked inot mine. A black leather jacket he always wore, most likely with black jeans abd a goofy shirt though i couldn't see to confirm.

She raised a hand, shunning him, and turned around, fumbling for the door knob. "Elle wait--" She slammed the door and Damien growled out his frustration. Great. Just great. ******** Jasmine slipped on the cool mask and strolled out, adjusting the hood over her head. It was quite easy to fool them. Fool Alex. With just a few words and sweet innocent smiles, they believed her to be one of them. Loyal to their miserable pack. She slipped her daggers into her belt and pulled the black gloves back to rest around her fingers perfectly. She considered going back to clean the knives but she shrugged. It wasn't as if the dead would mind if she used an unclean blade.

Still whispered about his ruthless reputation. But the monster the world knew no longer existed completely. Elena had destroyed him beautifully. And rebuilt him with love. --- The morning sunlight spilled softly through the nursery windows while Elena stood beside the crib smiling quietly. Their son slept peacefully beneath blue blankets, tiny fingers curled near his face. Damien entered moments later wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled carelessly upward. No expensive suit today. No billionaire mask. Just Damien. His eyes softened immediately when they landed on Elena. God.

The frantic pounding on the door echoed through the entire floor, accompanied by Ethan’s furious roars. "Damon! You despicable half-breed! Get out here!" Inside, Damon strolled out of the bathroom. A towel was slung dangerously low on his hips, his chest and abs still glistening with water. He casually dried his wet hair, a lazy, satisfied look on his face. Ethan screamed from the other side of the door, "You used dark magic to fool the Goddess! It was an accident! Elara is mine! Give her back to me now!" Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips.

Then she saw him. Damon stepped into frame. There was no mistaking him. The way he walked. The posture. The controlled ease. He wore a dark coat tailored to perfection, his hair neatly combed, his expression calm. Not rushed. Not worried. Alive. Very much alive. Elara’s breath caught painfully. Beside him walked another figure. A woman. Tall. Elegant. Dressed in light colors that contrasted sharply with Damon’s dark presence. Her face wasn’t visible from this angle, but Elara didn’t need to see it to know who she was.

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

"I heard that and I'm so scared, I hope no one angers him or gets on his nerves because he's a monster and doesn't think twice before getting rid of someone " "I pray the Moon Goddess helps us". Elena has heard so many things about Alpha Damien, she hasn't seen him because she was forbidden from leaving the packhouse ..."How scary can he be?" She asked herself. Damien was done dressing up and was ready to leave for the Party at the shadow falls pack, he looked at himself in the mirror for the last time to make sure he was looking good and of course, he was. He wore a black suit and opened the first three buttons of his undershirt, his black hair was well styled and he wore a beautiful golden