LOGINDamon Karsyn had this creepy desire for lust. When he found out the perfect match for him, his demon horn began to wiggle in satisfaction. His manipulative, dominant, and masochistic side will lead him to destroy the innocent toy of him. Keatton Morgan is the only child and heiress of Elise and William Morgan. The epitome of a persistent and intelligent son he is but on the contrary to it, he was weak and fragile but feisty. In spite of his gender identity and sexual orientation, he wants to prove to his parent that he can be successful without depending on them. "Please, Dr. Karsyn. Do-Don't kill me" Keatton pleaded while his blood began to flow. "The prey is now in my inferno. Don't worry Kitty slut! I will give you blissful hell" and with one punch, Keattons vision began to dim.
View MoreAnd as I stooped on the building that my parents owned. They already waited for me at the entrance of the building with worried eyes. "You made me worried sick about you, darling," Mom then hugged me. "So sorry for that Mom," I responded. Dad on the other hand was just looking at us. Mom guided me to sat on the couch. She then handed me the blueberry cheesecake. "Aw, thanks for this," I said. "Actually, it was your Dad who bought it for you," she said. Dad just looked away and gazed his eyes to the glass door. I could tell how much he is worried about me. I can't blame anyone if Dad will be pissed off with me. I mean, it is almost seven in the evening that it is almost six hours since I left here. "Go talk to your Dad. I'll just get my bag in my office," she then walked away from us. "Dad?" I called. "Dad
"Would this be all enough?" Brandon said as he removed his coat. He then smokes the cigar and blew it hard on the air. He booked us here at the famous resto in town. That only the riches of the riches can afford. I believe that the payment here is per hour. Brandon ordered a feast at our table. It was a heavy meal to watch that basically the both of us can't eat. Brandon keeps blowing the cigar in the air as he looked at me intently. It made me conscious for a bit as he stared at me. "Eat now, Babe," he said. "This is much of a food. Don't you think so, Brandon?" I said. He chuckled. "That means that I can give you more than enough, Babe," he winked at me. I laughed awkwardly. By the looks of the food, I can already tell how tasteful they are. I mean, they should be because as far as I know, the food in here costs al
"Wait, who is this, Babe? Your grandpa?" Brandon teases Dad. Dad on the other hand hid me behind his back. "If you try to lay a finger on my son, Brandon. I swear, I will knock you out," Dad said. I can feel the tension between the two men. Mommy Elise dangled her arms to Dad's arm. "Stop it, William," she said. Mom then looked at Brandon. "Do not include our son, Mr. Crawford. You may leave now, please," she said calmly. Brandon then wears his Versace shades again as he gave us a shrug. "I'll be leaving here with my Babe," he said. "Keatton and I were going out on a date," he chuckled. "Right, Keatton?" He asked. Daddy William growled in anger. "No one is going with you, you dummy! Get the fuck outta here now!" He yelled. Brandon maintained his poise and snapped a finger in the air. We all look at the twenty men who
"You did enjoy my kiss," he chuckled as he cut off our kisses. "Damn you, Bryan!" I wiped my lips using the back of my palms. Tears rolled down in my face going to cheeks. Bryan's eyes looked at me worriedly "W-Why? What's the matter?" He said. I gave him a punch in the face. Blood swelled from his upper lips. He then touched it and look me in the eyes. "I am getting married and yet you do this to me," I said. Why the fuck did I not contest him? Perhaps I was carried away by my sinful need. "I-I thought we were enjoying the kiss? I never thought that you mean what you say when you told me that you are getting married?" He said. He grimaced as the tips of his lips touched the upper portion of his lips. "Damn, Keatton. You make me want to steal you away from him," he huskily said. "Never thought that you would grow wit





