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Chapter XV: Demon In The Seventh Heaven
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“Will you bring this demon in the seventh heaven?” Damon whispered whilst I was just pinning my eyes on him, fully undressed.“Do you want this?” I seductively mumbled as my hand sultry slithered from my neck down to my hills. I saw how he pressed his tongue against the side of the insides of his mouth, eyes were perusing from my head down to my fair body.“I’d love to---” He wasn’t able to finish his words when I crawled from his legs and I held his shaft and started moving my hand up and down.I licked its body from his nuts which made him moan while he was pinning my head onto his member. I could feel it getting larger than it already was a while ago.“F*ck, Gia. F*ck…” he groaned while he was shoving his hip continuously unto my mouth. His hand couldn’t help but to caress every corner of me which he can reach while I’m slowly sucking his erected manhood and staring stickily on his gasping face. “F*ck!” he once again moaned while I travel my hands all over his abdomen.After that,
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XVII: The Echoes Of Damon
The clamor of glasses clinking and jovial laughter filled the air of the bustling pub as I worked tirelessly behind the bar, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Damon's enigmatic presence lingered in my thoughts like a stubborn shadow, refusing to dissipate despite my best efforts to distract myself with the demands of my job.With deft movements, I poured drinks and exchanged banter with the patrons, all the while feeling Damon's piercing gaze etched into my memory. His unexpected visit earlier in the day had left me unsettled, stirring dormant emotions I had long tried to suppress.As the night wore on, I found myself stealing moments between orders to replay the encounter in my mind. His suave demeanor, the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and the magnetic pull I felt towards him—all of it consumed my thoughts like a relentless tempest.Amidst the chaos of the pub, my thoughts drifted back to the intimate conversation I had shared with Damon, our words are delic
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XVIII: From His Gaze
DAMON’S POVThe neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets as Damon's chauffeur-driven car pulled up outside "The Rusty Tankard," a quaint pub nestled in the heart of Anbridge City. Damon exited the vehicle, his tailored suit impeccable despite the weather. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the pub enveloped him, and the chatter of patrons mingled with the clinking of glasses.Damon relished the anonymity the pub provided. Despite his status as a billionaire, he often found solace in places where his wealth didn't define him. He made his way to the bar, nodding to a few regulars who recognized him but respected his desire for privacy."Your usual, Mr. Damon?" the bartender, Charlie, asked with a friendly grin.Damon nodded, settling onto a stool. He watched as Charlie expertly poured him a glass of fine whiskey, savoring the aroma before taking a sip. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about the pressures of his corporate empire and the expectations that came with
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XIX: The Boardroom And Doubts
DAMON’S POV The following morning found Damon seated at the head of the conference table in the sleek, modern boardroom of Il Cielo, his multinational corporation. His usually composed demeanor was marred by a furrowed brow and tense shoulders, the events of the previous night still weighing heavily on his mind. Around him, the atmosphere crackled with tension as his top executives and business partners gathered for the meeting. They exchanged polite nods and strained smiles, but Damon could sense the underlying currents of conflict simmering just beneath the surface. As the meeting progressed, Damon's stress levels soared with each passing minute. His business partners, renowned for their cutthroat tactics and ruthless ambition, were at odds over a crucial decision that could make or break Il Cielo's future. Damon listened in silence as they argued back and forth, their voices rising in intensity with each exchange. He felt a familiar sense of dread creeping over him, the weight o
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XX: A Strange Encounter
GIA’S POVAs I stepped into the cozy ambiance of the Blue Apple, the familiar scent of ale and laughter enveloped me like a warm embrace. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could unwind after a long day and lose myself in the comforting embrace of anonymity.But tonight was different. Tonight, as I glanced around the dimly lit pub, my eyes landed on a figure slumped at the bar, his usually immaculate appearance marred by disheveled hair and rumpled clothing. It was Damon, the enigmatic billionaire who frequented the Blue Apple, but tonight, he seemed like a shadow of his usual self.I watched from afar as Damon nursed his drink, his gaze distant and unfocused. Gone was the arrogant swagger and cocky demeanor that had always accompanied his presence. In its place was a sense of palpable distress, a storm brewing beneath the surface.My curiosity piqued, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, even as another patron's careless remark sparked a flash of anger in Damon's eyes. I held my
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XXI: Her Muddled Mind
As I stepped through the threshold of our house, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders, I was met with the familiar sight of chaos. My mother, Sylvie, stood in the center of the living room, her hands trembling with rage as she glared at me with accusing eyes.I could feel my heart sink as her irrational accusations pierced through me like daggers. "You're always causing trouble," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "I can't believe I have to deal with you again."Beside her, Aunt Emily stood helplessly, her attempts to calm my mother falling on deaf ears. I could see the frustration etched on her face, the lines of worry deepening with each passing moment.But despite her efforts, my mother's anger showed no signs of abating. She was lost in the throes of her own trauma, a prisoner to the demons that haunted her mind.With a heavy heart, I made my way to my room, the weight of my mother's words bearing down on me like a crushing weight. I had hoped to find solace in the famil
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XXII: Unspoken Turmoil
The dimly lit ambiance of the Blue Apple provided a stark contrast to the tumult raging within me. As I sat alone at the corner table, lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts, I scarcely noticed Damon's approach until his voice cut through the silence like a knife."Hey, are you okay?" Damon's concerned tone pierced through the haze of my mind, his words echoing in the recesses of my consciousness. I wanted to respond, to reassure him that I was fine, but my vocal cords refused to cooperate, leaving me mute and helpless.I watched in silence as Damon's brow furrowed with worry, his eyes searching mine for answers that I couldn't provide. His concern was palpable, a tangible presence in the air between us, but I remained trapped in my own private hell, unable to escape the prison of my own thoughts."I'm here if you need to talk," Damon offered, his voice gentle and reassuring. But try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to open up, to expose the raw vulnerability festering within me.
The Billionaire's Filthy Pleasure Chapter XXIII: The Masked Facade
As I found myself entangled in the embrace of a stranger in the dimly lit confines of the Blue Apple pub's back room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the act unfolding before me. Despite the physical sensations coursing through my body, my mind remained consumed by the myriad problems that plagued my thoughts.With each touch and caress, I searched desperately for the elusive spark of pleasure, for the fleeting moment of release that would provide respite from the turmoil of my existence. But try as I might, I couldn't find it, the pleasure slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.As my partner grew increasingly frustrated by my apparent lack of enthusiasm, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate, I felt a surge of anger rising within me. How dare he expect me to find satisfaction in this meaningless encounter, to derive pleasure from an act devoid of passion or connection?With a sudden burst of rage, I
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