Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.
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"Do we seriously have to meet them today, Mom?" I groaned, tugging on my boots while lounging on Mom's bed. It wasn't the boots bugging me, but these out-of-the-blue meetups she springs on me."Yep, that's the plan," she said, brushing on some blush, forever classy. "Before you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run off to spend the night and day with Isla. That's why I dropped it on you now."She had a point. If given the choice, I'd rather chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family gathering. Like, seriously, what's the big deal?Coby and I already knew each other. This whole shebang seemed set up for that little demon—yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is around eleven or twelve, I guess. I was too busy on my phone when Mom mentioned him.But here's the problem —the new brother.Man, if he is annoying, as I suspected, I'd probably snap and grab his ear. I had no clue how small it was, but it should do the trick."You know I'm not a fan of kids, right?" I rolled my eyes. Mom's second marriage was cool; Coby mostly made her happy, the only person after my dad—thankfully dead—who put a smile on her face."Yeah, I know you hate kids," she chuckled, "But trust me, you won't hate him.""Of course, I will. Siblings are so annoying," I cringed, "Especially the younger ones. I've seen how Isla suffers. The last thing I want is my own little demon. Couldn't you have found someone else? Someone with no children at all?""Hailey, calm down," Mom chuckled, adjusting her hair as she rose, looking stunning—she had that about her—always stunning and perfect, "He won't be much trouble. Damien is quite sensible.""Sensible? That's an eleven-year-old kid, Mom!" I eyed her incredulously.Seriously, was she kidding me?Once again, her laughter filled the room, this time while spritzing some perfume."Enough talk, put this on." She handed me a delicate bracelet. She always helped me get ready because I was a disaster. Whenever I attempted it, the closet turned into chaos—messy and careless, that was me. Frankly, I couldn't care less about it. Today, with a slight chill outside, I wore a simple beige sweater and black leggings, along with a hat and chunky boots. I thanked every deity that my mother didn't force me into some elegant attire because I was terrible at that."You're the one getting married. Why do I have to dress up so nicely?""Because you're my daughter.""That's hardly a valid reason.""It's perfectly valid. If it doesn't suit you, find your own reason," she retorted. Spotting that I hadn't put on the bracelet yet, she seized my hand and slipped it around my wrist before dousing me with her perfume.Ugh, I fucking hated that smell."Mom, no!" I hastily pulled away, scrunching my nose. "I hate that scent!""I hate the one you use. It's too sweet," she retorted, cringing, attempting another spray, but I pulled away."I prefer sweet scents. Yours are too fiery," I groaned, reaching for my usual perfume on her vanity and dousing myself in it to mask hers."Fine, do as you wish," she relented, donning her white overcoat and grabbing the car keys. "Come on, we can't afford to be late."I breathed a sigh of relief when she set her perfume down, but as she headed out of the room, a thought struck me."Wait, shouldn't we get some chocolates for Damien?" I caught up with her. "He's just a kid! It might help him warm up to us if we bring something like that."***We arrived at the restaurant, which turned out to be Coby's establishment, one among the many he owned across the country. Besides being a good person, my mom made it abundantly clear that Coby was wealthy. I didn't quite get how that fact mattered, but I'd learned to keep it in mind. I suspected she emphasized this because we hadn't been in a good financial spot for most of our lives.Maybe she wanted me to realize that now I could have everything I desired? Perhaps, yeah.Stepping into the restaurant, Coby stood in the lobby.I watched my mom's face light up with a broad smile upon spotting him, and his expression mirrored that joy when his eyes met hers."Hey, lovelies," Coby strolled over to us, always impeccably dressed in a suit. Every time we met, when he was in this city, he'd just rushed from his business meetings or other official engagements. He was a busy man, and I admired how he always made time for my mom, understanding how much attention she needed to function.He enveloped my mother in a hug. "God, I missed you.""I missed you too, honey."Gosh! They literally went out yesterday.Placing a quick kiss on her cheek, Coby turned to hug me. "Hey, Hailey.""Hey.""I swear, every time I see her, it looks like she's aged a year less," he chuckled, stealing my hat and ruffling my hair."That was offensive, Coby.""You're adorable, Hailey. I can't help it," he chuckled before leading us inside. Mom, being herself, grabbed a comb from her purse and handed it to me."Fix it.""It doesn't matter. Your fiancé will mess it up again," I quipped loudly enough for Coby to hear, prompting another laugh from him. Of course, that was his habit whenever I was around. He treated me like a child, which I totally wasn't."You never listen to me, little brat," Mom sighed, putting the comb back in her bag as I brushed my hair back with my fingers."Here, take a seat," Coby pulled out chairs for Mom and then for me."So, where's Damien, Honey?" Mom asked as we settled into our seats."He had to attend to something important, love. He'll be here any moment. You know how serious he is about timing."Wait a minute, what could a child have to attend?Before I could even question it, I noticed Coby's eyes shifting towards the entrance. "Looks like he's here already."I turned to the doorway expecting the brat I was waiting for, but instead, a sun-kissed Adonis strode in, dressed in a sleek black suit. His eyes were a captivating gray, his cheekbones sharp, his nose straight and defined. His tanned complexion glowed beneath the warm lights, emphasizing his chiseled features and sharp jawline, while his lips were perfectly plump and pink.Wow!Was he even a human?Wait, why was I getting distracted? I was yet to meet that brat—I mean, Damien. This man who had walked in couldn't possibly be the boy I was expecting. But Coby's reaction... Could this man be Damien's caretaker? Perhaps Coby needed someone to look after his child given his constant busyness.Yeah. He had to be the caretaker.But then again, who keeps such a good-looking, hot, sexy, tempting man to take care of a child? Moreover, who dresses them this way? At this point... I was kind of envious of Damien, even though I hadn't met that little demon yet.Surprisingly, the man walked over to us, and I saw Mom and Coby stand up."Hey, Sweetheart," Mom hugged him, to which he hesitantly returned. His stormy eyes briefly met mine, and I instantly froze in my seat."Hey, Madison," his tone lacked warmth, unlike his inviting face, as he took a seat opposite us, beside Coby."What took you so long?" Coby asked."The meeting went a bit longer, and there were some papers to finish. I had to wrap them up in an hour," his hands slowly moved to remove his coat, and for a moment, I found it hard to breathe.Who was he? I know that sounds dumb, but my mom made it very clear that Damien was Coby's eleven-year-old son, whom I was supposed to treat well, like an elder sister.It became harder to take my eyes off this man now as he put his coat away, revealing a white shirt underneath and the solid muscles beneath it as he unbuttoned the first few buttons.Holy.Something was wrong with me. My heart... it felt like it would fucking explode."Um... where's Damien?" I finally blurted out to maintain my composure.A small chuckle slipped past Coby's lips, followed by Mom's, while the stranger's small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes now fixed on me, shining with amusement."Did I say something funny?""Where do you think Damien is?" Mom asked, holding back her laughter."At school, maybe?""You tell her," Coby suddenly patted the stranger's back, chuckling. "Tell her where Damien is."The smirk on the stranger's face widened, and my heart raced unknowingly, my palms grew sweaty, and my senses heightened everywhere."Well," he began, his voice smooth as silk, "I don't know which Damien you're looking for, Bunny, but I can assure you that the Damien your mother might have mentioned is me."Holy shit!Hailey"So, I’m guessing the date went wrong?" A smirk flickered across his lips—a poor disguise, really. I could see through it. A diversion. A deflection. “Or maybe…” His hand brushed mine, the one still twisted in his tie. “An argument with your boyfriend? Trouble in paradise?” He chuckled, low and amused.Maybe he could see through me, too.Damien Black was never my boyfriend. We didn’t date. But we had everything people in love claimed to have—everything but the damn label. Everything but the ring. Because that bastard never loved me. Not really. It was all smoke and mirrors, and he played the illusion so perfectly, I almost believed it was real.“Carter…” I started, ready to snap, but he cut in."You know, I had a girlfriend named Daisy when I was twenty." He leaned down, locking his gaze with mine. His face was close now—too close. The way he looked at me made me feel small. Like a confused little girl. Helpless. Uncertain. Or maybe… maybe he saw me exactly as I was."Every tim
Hailey“Carter…”His name slipped off my tongue, half in shock, half in disbelief. We’d only met once. Just once. He’d been decent then—charming, even. But Damien had loathed him, and if I knew anything about Damien, that hatred hadn’t faded. Not even a little.Especially not after that incident—Carter had walked into Damien’s office unannounced, right when we were... indecent. In a scandalous position. His smug words, his amused expression—I hadn't exactly warmed to him after that. Didn’t have any intention to do so.And yet… I didn’t really hate him. I should’ve, maybe. Especially after he’d called me a “toy,” unaware that I was Hailey—Damien Black’s stepsister, not some faceless flirt. Maybe if I’d taken his words to heart, I wouldn’t have let my hopes rise. But mostly, I think I just tried to hate Carter because Damien did. Like it was some twisted loyalty pact I’d signed without realizing.But now—did Carter even remember me?“Yeah, Carter,” he repeated slowly, a cocky smirk tugg
HaileyMorning came quicker than I expected. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up feeling the aftermath—my throat raw from all the sobs I had tried to swallow, my eyes swollen, my skin still burning.After Damien walked away, I had rushed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood beneath the scorching water for hours. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Trying to erase him.But it didn’t work.I felt him everywhere.Every inch of my skin. Every inch of my soul.Every tear tracing down my face felt like his mocking fingers mapping paths along my body. Every trembling breath echoed with the sound of his cruel laughter. And when I stepped out, dripping and exhausted, and faced the mirror—I saw it.The evidence. His fingerprints still branded into my flesh, buried beneath blotchy red pat
DamienWhen her hand collided with my skin, it hurt—more than I'd expected. A sharp, searing pain, but nothing compared to what I felt inside. But....A part of me was satisfied. I deserved this. Hell, I deserved worse.But Hailey... Hailey at least had the strength to fight back. To stand her ground. To stay stable when everything was crumbling.My head snapped to the side, and instinctively, my fingers brushed the burning spot on my cheek. The sting spread, but it was nothing—nothing compared to the inferno in my chest. My heart was burning—fucking burning—The one that had driven me here, to her room, to wrap my arms around her like I'd always fucking wanted. But when things spiraled, I knew—I could use this mistake to my advantage.I had to fucking break her to make her. Turn her into someone I wouldn't even recognize. Someone who wouldn't trust an asshole like me. And that would help me breathe easier.My gaze lifted. She stood there, trembling, her breath uneven. As shattered as s
HaileyThe night wrapped its cold fingers around me as I stood on the balcony—arms wrapped around myself—trying to soothe wounds that no one could see but only feel. Wounds he had carved into me with his touch. Wounds I knew would never heal.I had no right to feel heartbroken.I kept repeating that to myself like a fucking prayer—like it would somehow numb the ache clawing inside my chest.What was I to Damien, anyway?A warm body in his bed. A mouth to kiss. A cunt to fuck.Nothing more.This had been nothing but a mind-blowing sexual adventure for him—something to pass the time. And somewhere along the way, I had been stupid enough to start searching for something else.Something more.It was my fault.All of this...It was all m
HaileyThe pieces of my heart—so carefully held together, so desperately collected—trembled. They quivered, beating fast, erratically, as the fear of shattering into nothing but dust coiled around them, squeezing tighter with every passing second.I held my breath. Struggled to maintain an expression—any expression—that wasn’t pure, unfiltered dread. And I hated myself for it. Hated how I felt this fear. Hated how close I was to begging him to look at me, to speak, to say something that would make this not real.Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it was a nightmare. Please let it be a nightmare.But Damien Black didn’t flinch.Didn’t even bother to acknowledge me.He just sat there. Casually eating his breakfast, his fork scraping against his plate—no, against my fucking
DamienAfter the words she said, I couldn't fucking relax all day. I couldn’t fucking breathe. Not properly. Not without feeling them coil around my throat like a noose.And later that night, I couldn’t stop fucking her. Harder. Rougher. Like I could erase what she made me feel. Like I could fuck her out of my goddamn soul.I failed.Even now, as she lay curled in my arms, sleeping soundly like she belonged there, I watched her—like some goddamn creep—unable to stop feeling. And fuck, I hated it. My fingers twitched with the urge to grip her tighter, to keep her locked against me. I hated Hailey for more reasons than I could count.I hated her.God, I hated her.She made me feel alive. I hated that.She made me feel human again. I hated that even more.She made me better. And I despised her for it.
HaileyHis breath grazed the curve of my ear, his voice a whisper as he dove deeper into me. "What a tight little cunt you have, Bunny," he rumbled, his words dripping with hunger. My head lolled against his shoulder, my body boneless in his hold. Without his hands steadying me, I'd have crumpled beneath the weight of his touch. "It grips me just right," he growled. "Like you were made for me."Damien had never been one for mercy. He took what he wanted, and right now, he was devouring me. I wished I could say I hated it—that I didn't crave every brutal inch of him—but I'd be lying. Damien could carve his name into my skin, and I'd wear it like a crown. He could claim to be a monster, and I'd walk willingly into his jaws. He could slit my fucking throat and I'd fuckig let him! He owned me—body and soul.And I despised him for it.Yet, my fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. My lips brushed against his throat, a desperate, silent plea to disappear benea
HaileyDamien had broken the news to me—Mom and Coby would arrive today. Possibly within half an hour. So, first thing in the morning, I shifted back to my room. Even though the comforting warmth of Damien’s room, Damien’s body, was too hard to let go.But no matter how much I tried to push it aside, something gnawed at me. Clawed at me.Because I’d heard something last night.I didn’t know if it was a hallucination. A dream. Or something else entirely. But I knew what I heard."I love you, Hailey. And I’m sorry I will have to break you apart."Those words. That voice. His voice.And yet, they were so unlike him that I almost didn’t believe it. Damien had been the same this morning. No change. No hesitation. No reaction that hinted at something unusual. And how could someone sound so casual after
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