Demetrius Desmond Novels & Stories

saying, he freed me and left. Huh? Frowning, I followed the direction of his earlier interest, and my breath hitched in my throat. There, in all his glory, stood Dimitri Kingston and accompanying him was none other than his ex, Catherine Douglas.

“You’ve been creaming your panties for me every day at work. Now cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.” His words made her clench hard around him. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but moans kept escaping. “Damon… someone might hear…” “Let them. I want the whole city to know that my assistant screams for me.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “You,” she gasped, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “It belongs to you, Damon. Please—” “Please what?”

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

He is already smitten with Samantha, but he can’t show it, his pride can never allow it. April has joined the table today, and I notice how her eyes are focused on Maximo. She has tried so many ways to get close to him, secretly thinking I wouldn’t know, but has failed on plenty of occasions. What she doesn’t know about Maximo is that he may be painted as the bad boy and ruthless between the two of us, but he is the most loyal, and betraying his mate isn’t something he can do. April notices how Maximo has his eyes on Samantha and glares at Samantha, who isn’t noticing.

I knew that if Nathan was working with him, it was for his own benefit; however, Domenico was either playing stupid, which I doubted, was stupid, which was impossible, he wouldn’t have been able to live through this long if he was, or was trying to tick a nerve, and he was actually doing a very good job at that. Domenico let out a low growl, causing Dimitri to want to fight; however, raising my hand, I stopped the man as the Lycan went to grab me by my neck. A hand, Donatello’s, wrapped around his wrist, squeezing it tightly, causing the older Lycan to flinch as he took a step back. My brother’s body towered over his as a dark growl, one that I don’t remember ever hearing before, escaped his

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands! But I couldn’t say a damn thing to my mother because I know she had something to do with this. Not only that, but she forbade me from going to the gym to fight, instead she kept me locked up in our home gym to train. The director of the fight committee and owner of this gym is Creed’s Delta and known to be heartless when it comes to placing fights.

In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience. The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks. “Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position. Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.