Novel & Cerita Drake Dixk Leak

"Thank you doctor. " Drake walks the doctor out and I head into the kitchen to make coffee. The door to the living room closes and I hear Drake's footsteps behind me. "Did you have a good night? " "Yes thank you and you? " He doesn't answer and considers my cup of coffee with a strange eye, then he walks behind the counter and sets a plate of fresh fruit down for me. I take some grapes and put them in my mouth, the juicy fruit then exploded under the force of my teeth. I close my eyes to let the flavor of the fruit fill my mouth. I take another fruit and I crack inside, the fruit is so juicy that the juice flows from my lips to my throat. When I open my eyes, I meet Drake's gaze on me. A str

Mat adjusted, answered— But I could see it. The pressure. The shift. Drake leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Unsatisfied. Completely unsatisfied. Mat finished. Light applause followed. But Drake didn’t clap. The next person went. Then another. Each one presenting. Each one trying. And each time— Drake found something wrong. A flaw. A weakness. A gap. Nothing pleased him. Nothing impressed him. And with every passing presentation— My fear grew. My palms became sweaty. My breathing uneven.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

Cynthia nodded and silence again. Drake stepped out of his car in the parking lot and made it to the private elevator. Stepping out, he walked briskly, his hands in his slacks pockets and reached the VIP private room he and Jeffery often used. Walking in, he found his friend drinking from bottle to bottle but his face shone brightly as if he had heard a piece of good news. Drake shook his head and sat on a secluded sofa, the room was dimly lit and the shadows made the two men look devilishly more handsome.

Raindrops beaded on his shoulders, glinting like scattered diamonds under the dim lights. "Boss." Drake approached quickly, but there was a noticeable hesitation in his movements. He was trying to hide his right hand behind his back, wincing as he spoke. His face was pale beneath the harsh lights, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his brow. "Apologies, Boss. There was a minor malfunction with the detonator during the breach. My right hand took the brunt of the recoil—cracked a bone. I can't lead the way properly tonight."

His eyes glinted, I noticed his hold on the glass tightened. “I want him down,” I said quietly. “ Not embarrassed, but wounded. I want his image ruined. I want him destroyed publicly. professionally.” Liam eyes gaze on mine, as he studied me for a while, he then slid a flash drive across the table. “Drake is a clean man,” he said slowly. His businesses are all legal…But” he paused, his smile crooked “There's only one thing that can destroy him. And it's on that drive. Make use of it wisely.”

Drake ROARED in anger. Shit is not fixing to go well for this guy.

"You want it? You want my sperms, cupcake? You want to feel my juice?" "Please," I beg. "Fill me up, please, Daddy, please..." He drives in deep and holds and groans so loud the walls might absorb it into the soundproofing and I feel him pulse, hot and thick, spilling inside me in long rolling waves while I clench around him and milk every last drop with both hands gripping his forearms. He collapses forward over me. Both of us wrecked. Oil everywhere. The table probably destroyed. Neither of us speaking for a very long time.

“Everything always comes down to your dicks, doesn’t it?” “Is there anything else?” Dux asked him, his dark-blue eyes deadly serious. “And as long as we’re talking about happy women… is there a Mrs. Ice lurking somewhere?” “What?” “Listen, man,” Drake said. “We’ve known you for thirteen years, and in that time, we have never – and I mean not once – seen you with a woman other than Vixen for a quickie in the crash room, and that happened twice. So we figure that either –”

Drake slept with many women during his life, he found it difficult to remember one by one. June suddenly turned around, shocking Drake to death. However, when June turned around, there was nothing but the open door. June quickly closed the meeting and locked it. Gosh, this door really needs repairs. June remembered that she had closed it tightly, but the door did often open on its own if it wasn't locked. But no one, June thought. He breathed a sigh of relief.