The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

The power inside me cracked wide open like a live wire, burning through every vein until I thought I'd shatter right there on the cabin floor. "Ezra, she's spiking again. Look at her eyes." Damien's voice cut through the haze, rough and urgent as he gripped my shoulders to keep me steady.

He pushed Elias's knees apart, lifting one of his legs to rest high over his own thick hip, exposing Elias completely to the dark room. "Look at me," Damien commanded, his silver-gray eyes wide, wild, and burning with a savage devotion as he unfastened his own trousers. He didn't use a drop of executive gentleness. He drove his fully hardened, thick length deep inside Elias with a single, uncompromising thrust that made Elias’s eyes roll back, a loud, breathless sob tearing from his lungs.

The sound of his laughter resonated in the room and Lilith disappear along with the book on the floor. Damien snaps his finger and suddenly whole room lightened. The lights filled the room and momentarily blinding me. after I adjusted my eyes, my breath stuck in my chest as I met eyes with the silver-grey eyes in front of me hooded. They blink and I swear they were so beautiful I couldn’t shake my eyes off them. Damien was a beautiful god.

The next day. “Good morning,” Damian greeted as she opened her eyes wide, as if she had just seen a ghost. “I hope you’re feeling better.” Elara felt surprisingly energetic, much better than the day before. “Yes,” she replied, sitting upright. Damian Blackwood had a strikingly handsome appearance that commanded attention. His sharp, chiseled features, dark tousled hair, and intense icy blue eyes gave him a mysterious and intimidating aura. He was so handsome that she couldn’t look away.

Not the disappointment my father saw. Good. I took the keys to my black Mercedes and left without saying goodbye to anyone. The drive across the city helped burn some of the rage. Bass-heavy music blasted through the speakers as I pushed the speed limit, windows down, night air whipping across my face. By the time I pulled up to Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive underground club, some of the tension had eased. Not gone. Just buried under anticipation. Damian was already waiting outside, leaning against his own car in a white button-up that made his golden-boy looks even more striking under the neon lights. He grinned when he saw me.

My scalpel is screaming yes, that this is too fast, too much, too everything and my inner goddess is doing the merengue and shouting absolutely not. "The driver…" the words comes out rough. "He can't see through the partition." Damian's voice drops an octave. "And he's paid very well to be discreet." He turns to look at me with his blazing eyes and my heart begins to pound. My blood is pumping through my body. God! Damien is so freaking hot. “Let's take this blazers off, shall we?” He says and slowly starts undoing my buttons. And places the blazer at the extreme end of the sit, just beside him.

Licked again. And sucked. Good God. I lost control of my eyes as they rolled back. I couldn't hold down my moan anymore. It is too good. Better than he has ever done. I don't know if it is because of the situation we are in. A tied-up up battered stranger is watching us. I am being pleasured by a dangerous man who is a killer. I felt my thoughts running the pleasure but I think Big Kai can hear my thoughts again cause the next thing he did took me out of the world.

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

I walked into the dimly lit, graffiti-covered alleyway, my heartbeat syncing with the distant rumble of passing cars. The air was thick with the smell of rain and gasoline, filling my lungs with every shaky breath. Shadows stretched long and distorted as if they were playing tricks on me, mocking my presence. I pushed forward, needing this meeting with Dillon to go smoothly, desperate to seize any form of control.

"Come for daddy, baby.” She began to shake and a second later her back was arching, her head was on his shoulder, biting. “Thank you, daddy.” Her voice sounds like heaven to him and he lost himself. With that, he found himself too, coming deep inside her. "Fuck!” He groaned, slowly pulling his hips back. He slowly put his weight above her, his head resting on the crook of her neck. The room smelled cum and sweat. “It’s amazing.” Nimueh said after a minute.