Seducing Drake Palma Novels & Stories

"Are you enjoying my touch? You know, me and you can get in touch after I get home. I'll come pick you so we could have a rough sex with you. You're so flexible, your skins look soft. I love the types of you, so easy to tie and sex." "Mr. Damien!" Agent Rita yelled out in frustration. "Tell me, do you love sucking dick voluntary or you love being tied while I fuck your throat down?" Agent Rita was getting irritating at his words and feel like struggling him to death but agent Jake placed his hands on her shoulder and asked her to calm down and let him take over, in pushing the man out. Rita heart clenches, tears welled up at the rim of her eyes. Memories from her past pushed in. She was domi

As I ran, I replayed every moment of the night before—the flicker of something unreadable in Luca’s expression, the murmured conversations I’d overheard between his associates, the fleeting feeling that I was in way over my head. When I got home, I threw myself into the shower, letting the hot water rinse away the sweat and the lingering unease. By the time I stepped out, my phone was buzzing on the counter. It was a text from my contact: “You’re in. Tonight. Wear something bold. You’ll need to stand out.” I smirked. Link had a flair for drama, always phrasing things like they were part of some high-stakes movie. I typed a quick response: “Noted. Thanks for this. Drinks on me when this is ov

Snapping out of his trance, Zico watched his prince laying the woman down on the bed softly, which made his nerves tick. Vayldre turned around and recognized the fear in his eyes, before he looked back at her hatefully. “ The balance must be restored My prince...” Zico bowed his head down and mumbled out, fearing that the last prince of the Dragons might have changed his mind in the time, he was disguised as a human. “ It will be restored! ” Vayldre let out in an authorative tone. An aura of power radiating off him. “ Life for Life...Death for Death...” Vayldre glanced back at Frore's peaceful face.

Drake's accusations sliced through the air, each one a delicious blow to Charlotte's crumbling facade. A sinister grin spread across my face. Charlotte's desperation was palpable, her attempts to seduce Drake pathetic. "How low will she stoop?" I wondered, my mind reveling in her misery. Charlotte's words dripped with seduction, but Drake's rejection only fueled her frustration. I savored every moment, my heart swelling with triumph. This was exactly what she deserved. Humiliation. Sheer disgrace. This was my chance to dismantle whatever Charlotte thought Drake had towards her. I would exploit Charlotte's weaknesses, fuel Drake's doubts, and claim him as my own. I needed more evidence about

He said that he can help me in many ways if we eventually become a sex mate. Drake left me alone to think about his request; I left for the party; everyone pays no attention to me and I went downstairs; Drake is at the bar drinking with a few of the guys at the party; he was seated alone when Gena approached his chair; she is laughing, she held Drake's hand and left with him to the dance; I watch them from the stairs; Gena roll her hip a lot closer to Drake's dick; I don't know it if she wants to give him an erection by dancing like that; I walk away and I left; I just couldn't continue watching Gena dance with the boy that not too long ago; asked me to become his sex mate; I am still a litt

I should stop myself from overthinking because this night was our steamy night and I must focus myself to what we are doing now. “Damn, you are making me crazy, Sofia.” He muttered towards me. Drake stops from what he was doing and stood in front of me. He slowly removed his clothes revealing to me his muscular torso, his six-pack abs and as well his cock. I never thought Drake already had everything that women are so obsessed at. Money, power and charismatic appeal are present to Drake. He had everything already. Drake climbed on top of me, and then he began kissing me on my lips. I wrapped my hand around his nape and then suddenly, I felt his cock on my ass. Drake put his cock gently on my

Harrington had smirked when he had told her that. Drake had fixed them dinner. He had out done himself. He had grilled salmon to perfection, along with asparagus and roasted sweet potato with cinnamon butter. For dessert, he had gone by her favorite Italian restaurant and bought several servings of tiramisu. He had plied her with wine and food. Then he had played soft music and they had danced on his deck. As they danced, he had slowly undressed her, kissing everywhere he uncovered, before lifting her and gently placing her in the hot tub. While in there, they had made love. Drake had merely lifted her and set her in his lap and lowered her onto himself. It had been one of the most beautiful

He tasted so heavenly, she kept grinding her body against his intentionally pointing her pelvis in the direction of his bulging erection. Drake couldn't hold out for longer, the punishment had gotten him good, he moved his hand to her back and placed his left palm on her ass, Every bit of his caress sent shivers down her spine and she disentangled herself from his mouth, she moaned softly as ecstasy filled her world, just when she thought she had gained total control, Power dynamics changed as she was rolled over on her back. Drake faced her, he hovered above her like a hyena ready to devour its prey. His left palm cupped her breast and he spoke seductively into her ears in a hoarse whisper.

On the deck, Drake looked down at the bound Peter. "Sir, I swear, I didn't do anything. It was Debra who seduced me. You know me. I've always been loyal to you. I would never lie to you," Peter stammered, trembling all over. Drake got up and stepped closer to Peter. "I've told you before. No one should touch my prey." A cold sweat broke out on Peter's forehead. "Sir, I'm innocent. I would never do that." "I like people with guts," Drake snorted.

They served exotic seafoods and various celebrities were present. Precious palen,one of Emma's regularly used models walked towards them, greeting her briefly before giving her full attention to Drake. She was smiling and talking to Drake who nodded politely. She would occasionally rub his arms, and that made Emma's blood boil. She wanted to rip the pale model's arm off him, but she didn't want to come off as a mad bitch. Besides, he wasn't hers to be protective of. She knew that she had seen enough, when precious began to scrape her extremely long nails on his chest.