Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

His smile vanished slowly, “On that point, we agree.” Cassie’s eyes faltered, brows twitching, “I–I don’t understand.” Damian leaned towards her, and grabbed her arms, “Look scared.” She looked so confused, she was confused, and Damian must’ve seen that because he tightened his grip on Cassie, while saying “Be afraid, Cassie.” Her eyes widened. “Good. Now listen.” He leaned closer, whispering, “You asked whether I have goals for Blakey. I do. I have one.” Cassie listened. “For him to–”

Damian whispered and wiped her tears with his thumbs before he planted a kiss on her forehead. “It’s okay, Dam. Go on,” Damian kissed Avery's lips as he added another finger and started scissoring her. Avery moaned into his mouth, and it drove him crazy as her voice sounded so lustful. “Ready?” Damian asked as he positioned himself in front of her. “Yes.” “Please don't regret it,” Damian whispered in her ear before he pushed his hard length inside of her, provoking her loud moan. Damian moved slowly as he adapted inside of her. His lips never left her body to make her feel more relaxed and forget the pain.

He sighed and glanced back at the woman still sprawled on the chair, now glaring at us. “Sorry, sweetheart,” Damian said with a wink, grabbing a fistful of dollar bills from his wallet and tossing them at her. “Duty calls.” ———————— I stormed ahead of him back to the car and sat in complete silence for over ten minutes before Damian finally returned, casually sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. During the drive, I explained everything that had happened. His response? A mocking laugh. “You almost kissed a dude?” he said, shaking his head. “So what? Is that your newly discovered kink? You identify as straight but fuck men on the side?”

“Get your asses down here before the whole damn pack starts wondering what’s keeping you. And clean yourselves up while you’re at it.” Damien pulled back just enough to glare at nothing, still panting against my chest. “If I could kill him through the bond, I would,” he muttered, licking my nipple like a petty act of defiance. “Stop it,” I hissed, shoving at his chest, but my blush only deepened. Because gods help me—I was already wet again. _____________________ Would I be considered a traitor if I cheered internally for Camellia while she kissed Darius? Probably. But damn if it didn’t feel right.

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

“ Mom , how was I supposed to know that he was your best friend’s son ? “ said Damian . “ I have told you many times that madam Laura Landar is my bets friend . Just from the surname Landar you should have understood it on your own . You are so smart so I thought this much would make sense to you but it looks like I truly underestimated your ability to ignore your mother’s words . “ said madam Diana annoyed . “ What happened , happened mom ! “ said Damian . “ Tell me , how far have the two of you gone ? “ asked madam Diana . “ We have already slept together a couple of times . “ said Damian . The look on madam Diana’s face made Damian feel the chills for the first time in a while in his life

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 smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

She did warn them after all, and they could not get too greedy too soon. “I’m sorry…Isyr’s a little bit too eager to meet you himself,” Damian apologised with a smile, but got pulled in for a new kiss as his only response. Shay, afterall, knew all there was to know about shifters and their wolf counterparts, but right now she did not care one bit who she was talking to as long as they were both here with her, kissing…touching…definitely not talking; at this moment she was silently taking back everything she told Damian in the beginning. She wanted him, and wanted him bad…suddenly the way of the wolves seemed a much better way.

“Yes. And Damian is a wolf. You’ve learned quite a lot in such a short time.” My knees felt weak. I leaned against the wall for balance. “Stay away from me,” I whispered. But he only laughed, leaning back again, his voice smooth like velvet. “Do you know how easy it is to read you? How easy it is to smell what lingers on you? Damian was here last night. Wasn’t he?” His grin widened, cruel and knowing. “Yes. He touched you. He marked you. He fucked you.” “Stop!” I shouted, my cheeks burning hot. “Shut up!”