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I spat, “What exactly is your problem?” “My problem? Do you want to know exactly what my problem is? It's you, my problem is fucking you!!!” Damian yelled, “You knew I was drunk and you took advantage of the situation.” “What?” I stood to my feet, “Are you dumb or what? I take advantage of you? You are not all that, Mr. Damian Salvatore; I guess when you drink, you have memory loss, so let me remind you that I didn't approach you, you did, and you even begged me.”

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.

he hugged her tightly, dhiren and others also came, liam explained everything to them dhiren shouted "who the hell are those heartless bastards? how can they be this cruel towards a kid? Seriously I wants right find them and hang their bodies in same way after burning them alive" salomi noticed damien's bleeding hands and said "you're bleeding brother" damien said "it's okay, its just a small wound, infect its nothing, don't worry" she teared her shawl and bandaged to his wound to stop bleeding, this gesture of salomi made damien to get amused, because after his sister she is the person who called him brother and noticed his pain

However, his eyes remain fixed on Damien, who also doesn’t back down. “Hello, princess.” He whispers, kissing her hair before pulling away from her. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. I would have arrived earlier, but work kept me a bit longer.” “Well, it’s a good thing no one wants you here, Salvatore,” Damien speaks, his voice completely free of emotion. If I didn’t see the right clenching of his bends, I wouldn’t know he even felt anything right now. “Damien!” Grandma Sterling hisses, directing a stern look at him. “Don’t you dare speak to your father like that.”

“Because I’m pretty sure that’s a felony.” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be terrified of me.” “I got over that,” I shot back. “Turns out caffeine cures fear.” Damian pushed off the car, walking toward me with the kind of quiet confidence that should’ve been illegal. “So you’re not afraid of gods anymore.” “I’m not afraid of men who think they are,” I said, folding my arms. That earned me a low laugh—one that did terrible things to my pulse. “You’re impossible.”

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

We waited by a rusted crane, the sea choppy and black behind us. Exactly on time, a black sedan arrived. Damon Salvatore stepped out, accompanied not by a low-ranking mercenary, but by his most trusted, brutally efficient Sicilian lieutenant, Marco. Damon looked impeccably dressed, but the sweat on his brow betrayed his desperation. He was walking into this exchange because his financial situation demanded it. “Vladimir,” Damon said, his voice carrying the false warmth of a man who believed he held the upper hand. “How tragic that we meet again under such trying circumstances. My deepest condolences on the… setbacks you’ve experienced.”

He placed the two helmets on the seat before turning around. Once he noticed the look on my face, he blocked my sight of the motorcycle. “Hey! Don’t go looking at my baby like that.” He refuted back. I rolled my eyes at him. He ran his fingers through his messed up hair. He appeared insanely gorgeous with that messy look. “You have a death grab!” he suddenly exclaimed as he lifted his shirt up as if to prove his point, surely enough, there were three fingernail marks that I had left behind. “You told me to hold on tight.” I murmured as I glanced down.