Damon's Possession by Marwa M (fantasy novels to read .txt) 📕

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P-please leave me. I don't even know who your brother is. Luciana

He snickered at her helpless form under him completely at his mercy.

You don't have to know him baby. I will make sure you will only remember me. Your hell like husband. Damon

With his words he started his beasty acts not caring about how badly he tortured her. How badly he's damaging her soul.

A pure broken doll who was already shattered inside and out. Her only hope was someone to come and save her from the nightmare in which she was living.

But like people say nothing happens according to your wish.

He came. Not to end her suffering but to increase it.

A beast. Heartless psycho. Mafia boss. And

Her worst nightmare.

Will she be able to make him believe her innocence or will he end up in a pit of her love.

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We had a couple more rounds of shots, and all three of Amanda's friends were drunk, since the poor humans had no resistance to alcohol at all. Amanda was only slightly intoxicated, since she seemed barely to notice her drink, absorbed as she was in Porter. For his part, he seemed to barely be able to drag his eyes off of her. I glanced at Jason and raised my eyebrows, and he shrugged, but I could see he was suspecting the same thing as I was.

"Want to dance?" Amanda asked Porter, and he practically rocketed to his feet in agreement. I exchanged another knowing smile with Jason. Max had also clearly already caught on by this point. While he seemed amused, that wistful edge remained. I felt sorry for him. I wished I could help him find his mate.

One of the friends, a girl with short blond hair, stood up as well. “Let's go, too," she said, and Amanda's friends dragged Max along with them. He didn’t seem to mind, so I put him out of my mind.

I was left alone with Jason at the table, a graveyard of empty drinks, and he kissed the crook of my neck. "Do you want to dance, too?" he asked.

"Do you?"

"Well, it's probably the only socially acceptable way I can grind against you in public, so yes."

I swatted him lightly. "Is that the only thing you think about?"

His voice was low against my ear. "With you around? Yes. I mean, come on, look at you in that skirt. All I can think about is shoving you up against a wall somewhere. I haven't had sex with you in hours, Carrie. Hours."

His words slipped straight from my brain and came to rest between my legs as a hot ache. "Come on," I said as I stood up, pulling him along with me by my hand.

As soon as we reached the dance floor, Jason's hands were flush against me and there was no space between us at all, just heat.

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