The Damned Review Novels & Stories

Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline. His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine. He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash. “He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian said, his voice a low growl, the Russian accent curling around the endearment. “My uncle missed the lesson on the Strip.”

He followed my movement, saying while scanning my body hornily, " Maybe I'm drunk. I'm not sure. All I know is that I've found my mate after so long and... And I'm dying to have her." This man is sick! "Who are you calling your mate? Look..." I pointed at Damian, but dropped my hand when my itch kicked in again. Damian saw this and gave out a soft gasp, savoring his lip at my condition. Then he said, stunning me further with his attitude, "Your pussy must be wet. Really... Really wet. It's kicking your inside. You can't wait to get fucked." My body quivered on hearing him. Damian is insane. He's... Crazy!

She raised an eyebrow at me while crossing her arms over her chest as if to prove her point. I refused to accept defeat. “No… Fuck, no!” I shook my head and shrugged nonchalantly. I glanced down at her chest before quickly averting my eyes elsewhere. Fuck! I couldn’t help it. It was at this moment that I knew I screwed up or I was myself screwed up as I remembered Connor’s taunting words from earlier. “You’re so whipped, bro!” Those words along with Connor’s conceited smirk flashed through my mind, giving me a joltingly electrifying shock which no longer scared me.

’ *********** At same time somewhere else a lady was furiously smashing each and every thing of her room screaming “YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARDS, WHY CAN’T YOU DO ONE THING THAT I PAID YOU FOR.... YOU JUST HAD TO KILL HER....” “Ma’am, we tried to crash her with our car but she was saved by some passerby.... “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY OF YOUR FUCKING EXCUSE.... KILL HER... JUST KILL THAT BITCH..... I DON’T WANT TO SEE HER ALIVE.... DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO DO... JUST FINISH HER.... I’LL PAY YOU TWICE THEN WHAT IS DECIDED...” women scream more like manic “Okay miss, we’ll soon call you with good news...” person on other end replied and they hung up...

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

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she ordered. Madam Kate was taken aback for a moment. “What are you talking about?” She scoffed. “Look into my eyes deeply and tell me who you see!” Samantha roared. “I see nothing but you!” Madam Kate yelled. Samantha laughed and shook her head slowly. “The more you look, the more you see,” she said with a smirk. Madam Kate felt her shoulders drop as she looked into Samantha's eyes deeply. Her mouth dropped open and a smirk appeared on Samantha's face.

It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep hole but he kept passing him the shovel to dig deeper. He knew this ain't right, but why did he want the depravity that comes with it. His darkness chases away his monsters. He must have gone mad, and he promised that he would make the madness short and worthwhile. So… he let loose. In the darkness, he leaned up and pressed his lips to his. Dimitri's eyes fluttered open and he lightly pushed him back. “You were awake?” He asked, his voice tinged with sighs of surprise. “Did you hear—”

Night. Rainy. Damdown Woods. Dam’s Keep, Damoria. ########## Seraphina’s hands shook as she clutched the dagger strapped to her thigh. She had almost forgotten it. Small. Ornate. Useless against him. Rain pelted her skin, icy and relentless. Her breath hitched as she darted through the thicket, branches clawing at her like skeletal hands. Thunder cracked overhead, lightning slashing the sky in blinding bursts. Run. Just keep running.

I have a feeling I give too much away when it comes to Master D. When the woman's orgasm starts, Damian inserts the plug in her ass and Miss Screams A Lot lets loose. It's an irritating high-pitched cry, but I guess some men like it. Oh, Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smile and at that moment, Damian looks straight into my eyes. His ignite and I return his gaze with answering flames before I can stop myself.