Dixie Damelio Hot Novels & Stories

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.

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

He picked up his phone and dialed Vinyl's number and soon afterwards there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Khalil responded. “You sent for me boss.” He said holding a laptop. “You were at the wedding yesterday. Did you see that black girl with the Argento family?” “Yes, I spoke to her. Her name is Pamela.” “What else do you know?” “Don’t you know Bloom?” Vinyl asked. “Bloom is dead.” He answered. “She’s his step daughter, turns out he didn’t treat them right and I think the girl must have set him on fire after her mother died at the shoot out.”

I had two text messages from Liam. I texted the group chat with him and Nat. Me: What do you guys want for dinner? Anything. You name it. Nat: More crab? Liam: Hell no. Hot pot? Nat: Ooo, hot pot would be good. Add some shrimp. Liam: You’re going to turn into a fish. Nat: Being a mermaid might not be that bad. Me: Hot pot it is. Last night I got tied up with the Fey Queen. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be home.

Isabella sank down onto his thick, bare cock with a broken moan, the stretch delicious and filthy. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Damien gripped her ass, guiding her faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the enclosed space. “That’s it… milk your husband’s cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Come for me before we arrive.” She shattered twice before the limo slowed, clenching around him as he pumped her full of hot cum. He didn’t let her clean up.

Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy.

The reply I got shocked me to my core. I am celebrating Devil’s Night in Detroit with your mate Damien. Come join us! Happy birthday sis! -S Author's note: follow me on Instagram for updates on all current books and info on upcoming books. Instagram: dahliaknoxwrites

They were up to something. The silence broke again when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Dami appeared at the top landing, dressed casually but effortlessly stunning in tight jeans, a loose white shirt tucked in, her hair falling freely down her shoulders. For a second, the whole room stilled. Rhea raised a curious brow. “You’re not going to work?” “I am,” Dami said. “but I won’t stay long. I have a date with Doman later.” The air shifted immediately. Alexa groaned. Rhea rolled her eyes. Sophia did the same. I said nothing.