Page 366 of Master of My Life

“You do realize that doesn’t matter to me?” He nodded to Sabrina and she slammed his head onto

the desk, holding the man there as he struggled. Neil grabbed the man’s wrists and stretched him out

over the desk. “Of course you are. However, you’re not immune to me.”

Brandon struggled against the two Immortals as Damian ripped his pants away, leaving bloody

welts as the fabric tore into his skin before giving way. “Stop. You cannot do this!”

“Oh, I can. I will fulfill my plans this time, whether or not you are willing.” Damian moved

behind him and thrust into the man’s ass with a violent movement.

“No!”

Brandon struggled and screamed as Damian slowly, methodically fucked him, allowing his cum to

seep into the man’s body. After a few minutes, Brandon stopped struggling. A moment later, he was

pushing back against Damian and moaning in pleasure.

“Humans are so weak,” Damian grunted and then exploded in golden fireworks, taking control of

the Los Angeles Elder.

Damian mingled with his guests, the “rich and powerful” of DC, champagne flute in his hand,

charming smile on his face. It had been a productive week and he was in the mood to celebrate. All

the Elders of the United States were under his control, save Tom and Richard. There was a certain

satisfaction in his mind, knowing they were suffering right now because they’d failed Sabrina. Maybe

he would let them live—after removing their powers, of course—and they could spend the rest of

their lives watching Sabrina do Damian’s will.

Death was too easy.

Sabrina, wearing a slinky red dress, charmed and seduced every man she spoke to. Her eyes were

not cold tonight. No, they were warm and alluring. Her expression, her figure . . . Her whole being

radiated sex appeal.

Every man in the room clamored for her attention and she gave it generously. No man was left

wanting for her seductive smile tonight. She worked the room expertly, softening even the more

stubborn, hard-headed DC powerhouses. She left them soft and pliable, ready for the next phase in

Damian’s plan.

He made small talk as he slowly weaved his way through the crowd toward his secret weapon.

Sabrina’s hand rested lightly on Senator Miles Robbins’ lapel as she gazed lovingly up into his

wrinkled old face. His cheeks turned pink as she whispered something into his ear and Damian

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