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My pussy clenched at the thought. “Not nervous,” I whispered in a throat voice, arousal flooding back. “Just curious.” Damian stepped closer, putting his hand on my waist. “Dorian’s the one in the p**n videos, Sera. I’m too busy with work to be available 24/7 fucking on screen. But I handle the exclusive live chats out of work hours.” Realization struck me. The man whose powerful thrusts had shattered my world, whose body moved like a god in those threesomes… That was Dorian.

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

Felix concluded and I face palmed him with the file in my hands. “Is she hot?” Damien nudged me. “I don't know what you are talking about.” I cleared my throat. “Come on.” He pouted. “If you aren't interested in her at least help me out.” he said and I rolled my eyes. “So is she hot?” He pressed. “Yes.” I said in a low voice and Damien roared in laughter. “You didn't have to fire her though.” “She spilled wine on me.” And moreover I didn't want her around me and to top it all she was working in Ocean Hotel,the place that piqued my interest.

My mind revolved around and I felt quite dizzy. This voice was of Eric! Yes! It was Eric. But Eric was dead. How could he be alive? "Eric? Weren't you dead?" I asked. "So, you recognized both of us. Congratulations," both of them laugh devilishly and loudly. "You both were playing games with him? You were playing with Demonte's feelings," I said with pained heart. "We don't work for Demonte, miss Echo Belle Johnsom. We work for Dario Damelo. Nobody holds the twig of a tree when you have a strong pillar right beside you," he said.

“To say the least, I know that you are being my voice of reason. And that is something that I find myself growing more and more attracted to…” ****************************** “Fuck,” I whimpered as Dean hit my G-spot. His arms rested either side of my head as he held himself up. And he smirked, knowing that he managed to find it. He leaned in and kissed my neck before his thrusts grew harder as he kept hitting the same spot.

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 Lead Singer Claim💦🫦 “Damien, your girlfriend is going to kill us if she finds out,” I gasped, my back pressed against the cold tour bus wall. He didn’t stop. Damien Black had me pinned against the narrow bunk in the back of the tour bus, my short skirt shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, rockstar cock slammed into me from behind with deep, relentless strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the low rumble of the bus engine on the highway.

It's quiet and calm as only a few men walk the perimeter inside and out. I head to the kitchen for a bottle of water when I hear a soft voice behind me as I open the fridge. "My my my, what hours are these to be coming home future husband" I close the fridge and turn around to see Demitria sitting on the kitchen counter in a short ass pair of shorts and a small cami top eating ice cream in the dark.

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"Isabelle Dela Cruz, Ascend Services!" Damian’s chest tightened, a quiet sob escaping his lips. She had won. She had done it. A small, painful smile crept across his face, a raw, emotional expression he hadn’t felt in months. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout. He wanted to tell the world how proud he was of her. But he was a ghost. He was a silent, unmoving presence, a man who had chosen to disappear. He was a spectator to his own masterpiece.