Drake Dixk Leak Novels & Stories

"Me too, he's the only one in this family who puts up with me. It's true, I thought he was going to rip my head off after he found out I was going out with you. " They both start laughing, then a long silence follows. "Do you think he'll get over it? I'm so worried, what are we supposed to tell the employees? "Scarlet asks. "The truth sweetheart, that Drake had an accident and he's going to take some time to recover and that's that. " She lets out a sigh and sits down on the table. "Do you think he'll get better? " She asks before bursting into tears.

"I called you here to discuss us." I had ordered a small starter, nachos with cheese and avocado, because I couldn't drink on an empty stomach. The food was good, but I barely tasted it. Across from me, Liam finished the last of his whisky and set the glass down with quietness. His full attention settled on me. I could already see the shift in him, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his expression cooled into something closer to anger and restraint. "I figured," he said, his voice flat.

“But we’ve faced worse. And we won. We’ll win again.” Drake leaned in, pressing his forehead to Mason’s. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you too,” Mason whispered back. --- That night, after the kids were asleep, Drake and Mason sat on the porch. The stars were bright. The garden was silent. But the peace was gone—replaced by a cold, creeping dread. “We need to tell Leo,” Mason said quietly. “No,” Drake said sharply. “Drake—” “He’s ten years old. He doesn’t need to know about this. He doesn’t need to know about her.”

Drake's P.O.V. I yawned loudly as I woke up from sleep, I looked at my wristwatch and it was already evening. I stood up to continue with what I was working on when a call from the alpha came in. I walked towards the table where my phone was and picked up the phone and answered the call. "Where are you?" He asked. "Somewhere unknown", I replied. "Get your ass back to the organization, we have things to work on", he replied and hung up. Fear gripped me, "Hope nothing serious has been done?". I took off my work clothes and walked towards the bathroom to have my bath, I turned on the shower and remained there for fifteen minutes, before I came out. I grabbed the towel close to me and d

On-screen, a swirl of headlines flashed: #BlackwoodScandal, ‘Corporate Giant Under Fire’, ‘Sources Link Leak to Former Partner Vincent Drake. The room felt smaller suddenly — the air heavier. “Adrian,” she whispered, “what is that?” He didn’t answer. He was already unlocking his phone, his thumb moving fast over the screen. Dozens of messages, missed calls, notifications. His jaw tightened. “He’s leaking them,” he said at last, voice low, controlled, deadly calm. “One file at a time.” Elena swallowed hard. “Can this—” she faltered, “—can this destroy you?”

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.”

I moan around Dante's cock and Joel rubs my clit and drives deeper simultaneously and I cum for the third time with both of them inside me, gushing onto the table, clenching hard enough that Joel curses and loses his rhythm and drives in and holds and spills with his hands gripping my thighs and his head dropped back. That pushes Dante to the edge hearing us both triggering him and he pushes further down my throat and fucks my mouth until he groans hard and pulls out, then sends his sperms splashing into my open mouth with my tongue sticking out and he finishes on my lips. Thick and warm and I take every drop and lick my lips and look up at him and his eyes are completely blown. Marcus appea

“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 –”