Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

Damon was the first son of our neighboring pack’s Alpha, and even Beth and I had heard how he used to force himself on girls. To stop him from trying anything, I blurted out, “I’m here on Zac’s invitation. He asked me to come!” Damon let out a short bark of laughter. “Zac, eh? I thought as much.” Raising his voice, he shouted, “Zac! There’s a cute little thing here for you, and she brought you flowers.” Laughter filled the entire private woods, and then the DJ bellowed into the mic. “Zac, you better step out. A pretty thing’s brought you flowers.”

Damon leaned closer, lowering his voice as though revealing a secret. “I sold her to him.” Kali remained still. “Sold her?” Damon nodded lazily. “Yeah.” He laughed softly. “Just like I gave her to all those other men before him.” Kali’s eyes darkened slightly. “Who?” Damon’s expression shifted strangely. “I want her back.” “Who?” Damon’s head dropped suddenly. “I want… her… back…” His voice faded. Within seconds, he had slumped forward, completely unconscious. Kali watched him carefully.

Pointed it at the man's head. I stopped breathing. Tommy shifted beside me but didn't intervene. "Here's what's going to happen," Dante said calmly. "You're going to replace this entire shipment with quality product by tomorrow morning. And you're going to do it at half price. Consider it an apology f*e." "That's not possible……" Dante fired. The bullet hit the crate inches from the man's head. "Want to try that answer again?" "Tomorrow morning. Half price. I'll have it ready."

“You're supposed to realize by now that I am not an amateur in this system. Do you think I'm running a charity organization? How can you seize such an amount of money and expect me to applaud you for that? Young man, if I want to play cheese, I go to the game house. I'm here for business. It's either my money or my goods!” Damon groaned, exposing the strong veins that were wired on his face. “P…p… Pull down your guns, please. We, we… We're here for business, not to fight.” His partner stammered as he could be seen sweating all of a sudden. “Oh! You think so?” Damon asked, still applying his horrible tone. “Pull your guns!” His partner spoke authoritatively to his guards. Immediately they pul

said Damon . "What , what are you talking about?" asked Grayson . "Someone ." damon spoke and suddenly lowered his voice after looking around so no one else hears ,"someone added vervain to my drink ." said Damon . "But it's just me who knows that you are .. " Grayson spoke up and but Damon intrupted . "Shhhhh .." Damon said . Grayson stopped . "It's not just you ." said Damon . "Do you mean Jeffery ? But why would he mess up things with you ? " asked Grayson .

“You didn’t seem bothered by that.” “And why would I? I need him out of my way,” said Donovan. “Then we have a deal.” It was when the two alphas gripped each other’s forearms that Damien couldn’t escape the terrible suspicion they’d just sold their souls to someone far worse than Salvatore. And there was no going back. The torchlight flickered across Alpha Goran's scarred face as Damien stepped forward. "Father," he said quietly, "a word in private?" Goran’s eyebrows pressed together into a single, hairy line. “Something wrong, Donovan?”

She came again, screaming, body convulsing in his arms while their eyes stayed locked. “Fuuuuck! I’m cumming again—shit, I can’t stop cumming on your cock! Arghh!” Damon groaned loudly, his control finally breaking. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you. Take every drop.” Damon buried himself as deep as possible and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pulsing pussy. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, groaning her name as he filled her completely. “Feel that? I’m breeding you. This cunt is full of me now.”

They stopped just a foot apart, two titans of the underworld—the Russian Don and the Spanish Don—separated only by the violence of their shared hatred. Damon’s arrogant smile vanished. He hadn’t been expecting this. He had anticipated the wounded father, not the unleashed demon. “Vladimir,” Damon hissed, recovering instantly, his hand snapping out to gesture toward me, still crumpled by the pillar. “Look at her! The labor has begun! One step closer, and I detonate the secondary charge I have rigged in this room! I’ll give you a dead wife and two dead children, you bloodthirsty brute!”

Except now his territory overlapped mine because of one woman. Sarge burst in behind him, breathing hard. “VP, apologies, we couldn’t...” I raised a hand. Sarge froze. “It’s fine.” My voice stayed ice. “He’s an old friend.” Damon’s jaw tightened. Once. Barely visible. But I saw it. I smiled. Cold. Thin. “Aren’t you, Don Sterling?” The air crackled. Two predators in one cage. Damon stepped inside. The door rolled shut behind him with a final clang. Sarge disappeared again without being told.

I would stand in its teeth if I had to. And if the cost was my soul, then so be it. Damon’s POV I moved like a man who had rehearsed escape a thousand times. Plans sat in my head like cold coins, each one exact and ready to be spent. The night before, Vivian had whispered the last piece I needed—the time the priests left their post, the route they used to slip into the mountain, the name of the officer who counted the crates. I paid her in a way that left no trace, and she had sung like a broken bird. Information bought in secret had always been my currency.