Seducing Drake Palma Novels & Stories

She's too lazy to stand so I help her and grab her waist near me. After we reach the middle of the dance floor, I instantly pulled her against my broad chest. She gasps when I cupped her waits with my hands. I can feel the smell of a San Mig Light beer on her breath. It adds thrill to me. Her drunkest made her look cuter and hotter.

I didn't do anything but drink it when Ma'am Dexie gave me a bad look. There were two or three glasses after that first one. Because I drank too fast, I could even bring myself to join Ma'am Dexie in dancing. It was as if an evil spirit joined me while dancing. "Whoa!" Ma'am Dexie shouted as she grinded. "Come on, Secretary Gillian! Find a man!" Ma'am Dexie yelled at me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me somewhere. I didn't even notice that she was introducing me to someone; only then did I notice when the man he introduced shook my hand.

“Drake — you’re — you’re tasting them inside me —” Drake groans against my pussy and the vibration makes me clench around Nico and Nico grunts beneath me. The depravity of it is so far beyond anything I imagined that my brain completely short-circuits. “That’s it,” Dex says, his hand still on the back of Drake’s head, holding him in place. “Eat your wife’s pussy while she rides another man’s cock. Taste what we put inside her. This is what you asked for.”

Not only was his gaze weird, but even his action was. "I'm Drake, from Blackwood Pack. I would like to be friends with you, Miss Selena." He said softly. His tone was filled with quiet dominance even though he seemed to be trying hard to suppress it. Friends? I raised a brow. This couldn't be happening. Something like this... could only happen in dreams, right? There was no way it was real. I stared in a daze, unable to understand what he was saying to me. He covered his mouth and chuckled. "Don't misunderstand me, Miss Selena. I just think you look exactly like someone I used to know. So, can we be friends?" He said and stretched forth his hand for a handshake.

His grip on my hands loosened for a while and then after a few seconds, he held me tighter and I felt my heart skip a beat at the way he squeezed my hand into his. "You only tell a dreamer to stop dreaming" His words came out, calm, and restrained. "And I, Draxton Luxuria, am no dreamer. I only exist here, in reality. And once I want something, Princess, I don't make them dreams. I make them realities and..." He pulled a hand out of mine and reached it to my face, turned me to face him. This time, I couldn't even keep up with my blink expression or stern expression. It seemed like it had fallen off at his words and his voice.

marahang napatango si dhruv sa kanya. "Anything more?" He asked again and he shook his head. "Okay then Mr.Lee Here our contract I just wanted you to sign that agreement that you agree to all our agreements" sykes nodded then he took his ballpen and wrote it, he still remembered what he was doing. "well thank you for the services Mr. Fugo" he also stood up then shook his hand. "Your welcome" he said goodbye and when he got back home he saw Amanda eating a gallon of ice cream while the three slept on her lap,

Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.

The only thing that mattered was Drake, standing dangerously close, smirking, and letting me feel… his vulnerability, his desire, his rare, guarded softness. I swallowed hard. “I’ll hold you to that,” I whispered. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I can’t wait.” Drake’s playful, possessive side begins to show more intensely as the day unfolds. Later, after hours, Sabrina’s birthday surprise turns into a private, intimate moment—one that blurs boundaries and pushes both of them dangerously close to crossing lines in the office.

“It’s fine, Marshall. You have done well. Make sure all of this is untraceable to you or me.” Amber freezes in shock as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard. It sounded like he burnt a family alive, to the ground? It all seemed very mafia-like. She panicked. ‘I am just a small town girl, I’m too young to be associated with the mafia…’ she thinks to herself. She decides to back away slowly and steps right into Damien…well, actually, his broad chest. Damien starts in surprise. “What are you doing hiding behind that shelf?” he asks. “I…err…I wanted to pick up …” Amber looks around desperately for an excuse, “...a pack of Tylenol, for you!”

I am beyond turned on. “I say we negotiate while we enjoy ourselves, shall we? I have already tasted some delicious men and women sent to me we blood or messages, but you five are the finest this pack has to offer and I want to enjoy this, afterall we are family,” Draknar purrs, as he strides further into the siting room and drops his pants revealing the most perfect body I have ever seen other than Damien’s. He sits back and pours himself a glass of wine and the sexual tension in the room which was already palpable reaches a higher notch.