Sino Si Padre Damaso Novels & Stories

"The voting is over." "The attacks?" "I didn't say that." The smile fades from Kelvin's face. "I know." She gently squeezes his arm. "But now you'll have the company behind you." Before he can answer, an older businessman approaches us. Gray hair with tailored tuxedo and warm smile. Mr. Douglas Harper. One of Joseph's oldest friends. He shakes Kelvin's hand first. "I owe you an apology." Kelvin looks surprised. "For what?" "I believed too much of what I heard."

Then one evening everything changed again. My parents had invited some priests for evening prayer at our house. We were all kneeling in the living room when he walked in. Father Damiano Moretti. He was young, maybe thirty, tall and strong under his black cassock. His face was so handsome — sharp jaw, dark hair, and deep brown eyes that looked kind but also… dangerous. When he smiled at everyone, my heart stopped. When his eyes passed over me for a second, my nipples hardened instantly.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

he smiled and bared his teeth. "Who the hell are you and what did you do to my father?" I asked weakly. The memory was still vivid in my mind. My father was trying to pack his things and escape when he was surrounded by strange men who questioned him about something, the man who was sitting before me now was one of those men. I needed to know the role he played exactly in the death of my father. I was determined to get answers despite my current situation. The smile on his face broadened "You keep talking like you know me from somewhere. Very well, I shall introduce myself. I am Damien, the rogue king."

Bigger. But tonight, he was just a target in an overpriced tux. “You’ve grown bold,” Carlos sneered, eyes glinting as he stood too close. “Crashing my daughter’s party. Tell me, Damien, who let you in? What the hell do you think you’ll achieve by being here?” I smirked, voice low so no one else caught the venom. “What do I want? Free wine. And a good laugh at your stupidity.” His nostrils flared, his arrogance dripping like spoiled cologne. “Still playing the jester, I see. Just like your father. Loud. Reckless. And in the end, a failure.”

I objected, I admit that I am starting to get arouse masturbating his dick but this is so wrong on so many levels, he is a priest. "What's the difference, Nicklaus? You seduce your uncle and suck his dick, you're still not satisfied and you even suck him again in the morning. That's incest, Nicklaus. So why are you having doubts now? I know you're so horny with me, I want to prepare you before I give you to your new master who will train you to be a better submissive and who knows, even a better masochist?" Father Yves said grinning at me. I can't help but frown because I feel so lost at what he just said, why is he talking about the new master, submissive and a masochist?

Alexander tried to make Damien understand his point. Damien glared at his father. "You once loved my mother very much, father. You know how much you were affected by her death. Then why can't you understand my emotions now? She is still alive. She will come back for me. She knows very well what it would do to me if at all she leaves me. The day she leaves me is the day Damien Xavier Bishops date of death" he declared with finality.

Maryam tried to escape those eyes and quickly looked back to Damian. "But," she quickly thought of an excuse, and finding one, she blurted it out. "Your family is influential too. Can't you use your power to free your dad?" Damian shook his head. "I tried." He sighed. "It's why I came here from Singapore. We tried to use our money, our power, everything. But the man who got my father in this situation is very powerful. Only thing I know about him is that he's connected to the infamous mafia gang, Wolf rain."

I said, pushing him away to look him in the eye “my son’s father is going to be his idol. I do not expect you to be backing out when the first impact hits you. You have survived so many bullets that I am surprised that this one hurt you this much” “Yes, I understand that it hurts, and yes, I am very well aware that some bullets hit harder than others. But you are Dante D’Angelo, son of Angelina D’Angelo, and despite you hating him, Giovanni D’Angelo. No, I never want to compare you to him in terms of morals, or the way he acts around things. But I know one thing about that fucking bastard, and it is if he starts something, he does not stop until he’s done with it. No matter what the cost is,

It was the confirmation he needed, knowing all that I said was true. “Sir?” Santiago asked as he looked at my father. “Kill Domenico,” my father said, glaring at the man in the corner. My heart beat wildly in my chest, but I tried to appear calm. His callousness as he tried to get rid of Domenico was staggering. If it had been Jenkins I doubted there would have been any pause, but Santiago wasn’t some hired gun—he was a loyal Ferrante member. Santiago failed to move, which only angered my father. He thought he had a one up, but he didn’t know, or rather, he forgot.