Novel & Cerita Damiano David Nude

‘What can he do? Sophia knew exactly what he could do. And she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it. ‘How do you even know there are photographs?’ Please let him be wrong. ‘Show them to me.’ Unsmiling, Damian reached for his phone and accessed the internet. A few taps of his fingers later he was showing her photographs that snapped the leash on her panic. ‘Oh, no...’ Her voice was a whisper. ‘It’s you and I. Kissing. And it’s a close-up. He’s going to go wild. Who took that photo?

“But the clock is ticking, sweetheart. One minute of delay, and I’ll release a very interesting nude picture of you online.” A cold sweat broke out across my neck. “How could you possibly find a nude picture of me? Keep bluffing.” “The same way I got those lovely dinner photos on the ballroom floor,” Damian replied. “Check your messages.” A small pop-up notification appeared at the top of the screen, and I clicked it with a trembling hand. It was a view-once picture of my face attached to a bare, naked body on a bed. A high-resolution image that looked good enough to ruin my life.

He was sprawled completely out in the oversized armchair, entirely bare-chested and barefoot, currently in the middle of a heavy, half-naked make-out session with some random chick. The girl was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny booty shorts, sitting completely astride his lap and grinding her hips rhythmically against his crotch without giving a single, solitary shit about the crowd of people walking past them. Damian’s dark green eyes peeked lazily over the girl’s bare shoulder, catching my gaze. Instead of pulling away or showing an ounce of modesty, a slow, smug smirk spread across his face. "Zephyr! Where the fuck have you been, man?" he slurred loudly, his voice t

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

I open it and gasp when I see a picture of his erection inside his underwear. Damian: I miss you Me: I saw you this morning Damian: but my dick misses you Me: we can FaceTime if you want to see me jerk off ;) Damian: yes please! I lock my bedroom door and strip naked, turning on my laptop so I can position it in front of me. I lean my back against the headboard of my bed and cross my legs so my growing erection can be seen on the camera. I call Damian and he accepts straight away, his face in the camera. I connect my AirPods so no one walking past can hear anything and Damian positions his phone so I can see him sat on his bed.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

"Open her up. Let's see the damage." Damian immediately slides down my body, his hands moving over my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He grips my inner thighs, his thick fingers pushing my knees even wider until I am stretched completely open. He leans in close, his face just inches away from my wet center. The dark hair between my legs is soaked, a heavy, glistening shine coating my swollen lips. The slick moisture is dripping steadily, puddling slightly on the dark silk sheet beneath my knees.

“You’ve got a gorgeous body, you know. Those legs…” “Shut up, asshole!” I yelled, tugging on my shirt. When I came back out, Riri was lying on the floor. I bent down to pick him up, glaring. Damien leaned against the doorframe, hair messy and pajama pants hanging too low on his hips. His abs were on full display, and I swear my soul almost left my body. He caught me staring. His smirk widened. “Were you just checking me out?” “I was not!” I snapped quickly, hugging Riri close.

When they were finally naked, Damian put the lube all over his hard length and leaned toward his girlfriend, gently kissing her neck as he pushed inside her. Avery gasped and shut her eyes. “Dam,” she put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back. “It feels good.” she moaned softly. That's when Damian lost it. He couldn't take it anymore. He plunged inside her, deep enough to make her let out a scream. “D—Damian!” her hands rested on his shoulders, and her breath against his face, and her voice in his ear, begging him for more. “Damian, love me harder please.”

The screen showed Damian and Amber in bed together, every detail exposed for the entire room to see. Every Alpha in the room froze, and then the whispers began. "The woman in that video doesn't look familiar. That's definitely not his Luna." "Can't you tell? Damian has been cheating. That woman is his mistress." "Didn't he claim some trauma made physical contact unbearable? He sure doesn't look repulsed. He looks like he's having the time of his life."