Dixie Damelio Hot Novels & Stories

“You blue-balled him so bad he probably still jerks off to the memory.” Victoria leaned forward, intrigued. “Wait… who are we talking about now?” “Argh, you’re always so lost, Victoria,” Tess huffed. “Oh please,” Victoria rolled her eyes. “You all are always jumping from one man to another.” snatched my phone out. “Y’all need to see this nigga.” I flashed Damien’s pic—shirtless, sweat dripping down his abs, dick print screaming through them joggers. Victoria moaned. “Oh my pussy… he’s illegal.”

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

They were talking about Lyriel Whitmore, the woman who once suffered, now standing beside the man everyone wanted to work with. To the world, she was no longer the fallen dancer named Duska. She was the woman who had captured the heart of Damien Barrett, the founder of DL Corp.

LIAM We just arrived at the hottest club in Vegas. Tonight we're celebrating out on the town with our friends again. The last two days seem surreal as I lead my new wife into the flashing lights and thumping music. I spot Tyler in the VIP section and wrap my arm around Dels, leading her that way. She looks like a goddess tonight, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She's wearing this strapless gold number that hugs her curves perfectly, which makes me want to hug her curves even more than I already do.

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Defenseless maiden my ass! It had been three days. Three days since the gala, three days since Kade had stumbled into my meticulously laid trap- Emilio was a ver good actor. And three days since I'd last seen confusion and desire warring in his eyes. No doubt fighting with himself, if the rumors about hin were true that he valued integrity and honesty above all else. At least I was honest…with myself at least.

I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure and after a few more minutes, I was in ecstasy the moment he hit my G-spot. He paused, looked around, and found my pants that he had torn earlier, pushing them into my mouth in an attempt to stop me from screaming my lungs out. He kissed my bared stomach, at the same time trailing his hand on my thigh. The sound of skin slapping skin and his low growls filled the room. With our proximity, I could feel the heat of his body, I was also certain that he could hear my uneven breaths. Alpha Damon’s hand held my hair, thrusting at a faster pace as if he couldn’t control his demon until every drop of his wolfish semen was rolling down in between my legs while my

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

It was a five-star hotel with all the service a person could ever need, golden furniture here and there. Emma had her legs crossed as she leaned into a chair, laughing at a reality show she had been watching in the hotel. Becoming desperate of not seeing both Starr and Christopher happy, she had dug deep into Starr’s life. Meeting Starr had made her desperate. It pissed her off that Starr was so confident and sure of herself. She hated her guts.