Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

Alex’s brain short-circuited. Damian on his knees was rare—maybe once in a lifetime rare. But here he was, broad shoulders filling the narrow space, hands yanking Alex’s belt open with practiced flicks. Zip down. Briefs shoved aside. Alex’s cock sprang free, flushed dark and dripping at the tip. Damian didn’t tease. He wrapped one hand around the base, leaned in, and took Alex straight to the back of his throat in one smooth glide. Alex choked on a moan.

So, tell me about you. Damon glances up at the moon before looking back down at me and I take my time to take it all in. The moonlight highlighting his skin, it is as if he's in his own nature. The way his dark green eyes are somehow a tint of yellow but it was only for a couple of seconds, a bit too surreal to confirm. ''There's not much to tell.'' ''Right . . . so, I just told you about myself. And, I'm getting none from you?''

Draven, his eyes burning with hatred, charged at them, his hands crackling with dark energy. As Draven lunged at them, his eyes burning with fury, Ethan braced himself, feeling the raw power of the bond between him and Lena surging within him. Just as Draven’s dark energy was about to collide with them, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Just as Draven's dull energy was around to collide with them, a stunning split resounded through the chamber. The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy.

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

I don’t know how but I always knew which one was Mason and which one was Jason. “Wait! She’s pissed.” Mason spoke up in an alarmed voice. The two brothers stared at each other before Jason cleared his throat. “Let me guess, Xander moved on from his ex?” Jason questioned, already knowing the answer. I sighed at that as I closed my eyes. “I am guessing that it isn’t the best time to tell you that Damian is in trouble again?” Mason said in a sheepish voice. I turned to look at him. Damian was a hotheaded creature. He was always in detention and me and Liam had to get him out of trouble almost every day.

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.