Novel & Cerita Donovan Gordon

he groaned, laughing and I chuckled, more than ready to do so. Don Luciano had me bent against the wash hand basin, facing the mirror as he slipped his dick inside me. He then turned on the faucet for the water to be running into the sink. "Now you can scream as loud as you want, baby." he bit my earlobe hard, before spanking my ass one more time. "Yes Daddy. Now fuck me, please. Ravish me with your dick till I can't walk anymore." I couldn't believe the vagular words that were coming out of my mouth but then, you couldn't blame me, could you?

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming into a gloved hand. Donovan didn’t answer. He stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and knuckles onto the concrete. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he wasn’t seeing me. Like he was seeing red. One of his men stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Sir, we should get you—” “Get away from me,” Donovan snarled, and the man stopped dead. He looked at me then. Really looked. His face changed. Just slightly. The rage didn’t leave, but something else cut through it. Guilt. Fear. Something that looked a lot like regret.

Third POV The city of New York had never felt such pomp or excitement in a long time. And that was such a profound statement because exciting things happened in New York all the time. However, there was nothing as exciting as seeing America's finest billionaire bachelor getting hitched. Gavriel Donovan had made waves in the fashion industry and even bigger waves in the media. From the scandal involving his ex-wife to his best friend's death, his exposed relationship with said best friend's daughter, and the kidnap incident he suffered some two months ago.

Maneuvering the car into a corner as my body moved sideways from the aggressive driving. "Where is Donovan?" I asked the strange guy. He was bald, wore an all black outfit and had a snake tattoo at the nape of his neck. "Him and I take Shift." His voice echoed, coming out with an Italian accent. Now my intuition was high. "Hello? Vanessa, are you there?" Daniel asked me. I completely forgot about him. I unmuted the call. "Yeah I am, just hold on a sec." I responded by trying to call Donovan on the side. His phone wasn't going through. I decided to call Edward. It kept taking me to voicemail.

"Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because

Donovan teased as I smiled. The stares returned. “Who is that talking to Donovan? She seems important,” someone said. “Yeah. Mr Smith doesn’t associate with just anyone in public. This is a first. Now I’m curious about who she is,” another replied. Donovan Smith was the former senior director of a huge fashion house here in Greenville. Although now retired, his opinions were highly valued and he was still seen as an icon. During his prime, he had won the Avery Contour Award three consecutive times.

Although, Eddie can be crushed like a soup can in Donovan's hands. Donovan is more prominent than his brothers on the broad side. He may look menacing, like a large bear, but the way I see it, he's not scary at all. He's an oversized teddy bear. "He came home late because of his shift at work," He sniffs his plate and moans. "Nothing but a plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, and don't forget waffles to fill up my belly. Oh, speak of the devil, wearing nothing but his Batman briefs. Have respect, man; we have a child and ladies' presents."

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.