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Cove cut in fast, stepping into his line of sight. Damien smiled wider. “She should be. That face could start wars. Or end them.” Beside him, a figure glided forward like smoke over silk. Tall. Divine. Dipped in crimson silk. Luna Anya. Golden curls gleamed in the sun. Her lips were the shade of crushed berries. Her gaze was softer than Damien’s; but no less dangerous. And when she saw Cove? Her eyes lit like a match. “My, my,” she purred, fingers trailing the neckline of her dress, “Alpha Cove. You’ve filled out... nicely.”

Fear crashed over him like a wave…cold, suffocating, endless. ******* "Where is she?" Anya's voice was quiet now. That was worse than shouting. Damian tilted his head, still wearing that pathetic mask. "I don't know what you're talking about, Signora. I'm just an assistant…" "Cut the fake act and answer me." Anya stepped closer. "I know who you really are. You are not Damian. You were never Damian." Damian's face changed. The shyness dropped. The nervousness evaporated. His shoulders straightened. His eyes hardened.

“I can’t get the image of her having a wet dream about us from my head.” Damon nodded his attention on Anya Mancini. XXX

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Walking to the G-Wagon, a broad smile forms on my face. Did Anya just get turned on by me being all dominant with her? XXX

His council was getting impatient for results, and he couldn’t keep them waiting any longer. ⸻ The woman was dressed in a bodysuit that hugged her frame and left nothing to the imagination. Her hair was styled in a ponytail; she knew just how much he loved that style on her. It was an easy hold for him—a single tug and her eyes rolled back. She loved the pain, and he loved giving it to her. The fun they’d had… “Damien, I’ve been waiting.” Anna flashed him a smile. Her lips were painted red, and each curl revealed a glimpse of her fangs, which she didn’t bother hiding even while in the human cities.

The people around listened to Annais's words, thought about it, and realized it was really like what Annais had said—the Pearces of Swalesbury were probably just a bunch of swindlers. "Damian, I got it right, didn't I? You beat up my poor Andy, so if you don't want Wulfstan to know about this, then kneel and apologize to me," Annais said proudly. With Wulfstan backing her up, she felt invincible. "Oh, you want me to kneel and apologize to you? Sure." Damian smirked and slowly bent down. Annais smiled triumphantly. 'Hmph! You thought you could pick a fight with me? Well, see who's begging now, b*tch!'

Anita’s head fell back. Damien sucked slowly, thoroughly, using his tongue and the light edge of his teeth while his hand worked the other breast. Every pull of his mouth sent heat straight down between her legs. She was already wet by the time he switched sides. When he finally leaned back, her nipples were flushed and glistening. “Beautiful,” he said quietly. “He’s a fool.” He stood with her still wrapped around him and set her on the edge of his desk. Anita’s shorts were pulled down her legs and dropped to the floor before she could feel self-conscious. Damien guided her to lean back on her hands, then dropped to one knee between her open thighs.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

Finally, she shook her head slowly, disappointment written all over her face. "Your obsession with that guy is… alarming," she said softly, almost to herself. With one last look at Alondra who was now staring at the ceiling with a twisted smile, Natalia walked out of the room, leaving the door to click shut behind her. Alondra’s chuckle echoed faintly in the quiet room, her fingers brushing against the small container again, “ You’re mind, Damien. I promise.” ****** Damien had never imagined himself as the kind of man who would sit quietly with a nail brush in hand, yet here he was, carefully painting Lyriel’s nails with a look of deep concentration.