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.
View MoreDamienI watched her as she opened the bags, checking each item with delicate care. Her touch was light, reverent, and that big, radiant smile on her face made my stomach churn. I hated that smile on her lips. Hated it even more when it wasn't there. Fuck. It didn't make any fucking sense.I tried to focus on my laptop, aimlessly scrolling through documents that didn't even need reviewing in the first place. My eyes barely stayed on the screen. Instead, they kept drifting back to her—sitting on my bed, going through the things I'd bought for her like they were treasures. Excitement glowed in her expression. It was ridiculous. When I'd asked her to pick something out, she hadn't even seemed interested. Barely cared. And now? Now, she looked at every item with equal fascination, doe eyes wide, lips parted in an unreadable sort of wonder.It was weird. And it made me sick because I knew exa
Hailey"Do you mind if I ask why we're suddenly shopping today?" I asked as he led me inside the store, his hand wrapped around mine. I didn't know why such a small gesture felt so heartwarming, but it did—it sent warmth coursing through me, making my fingers tighten instinctively around his. But the longer I stared at our interlocked hands, the heavier the realization became.He was Damien Black.A man who had hundreds of women at his beck and call. A man who made everyone feel special.So this? I forced myself not to read too much into it."Yes, I mind," he deadpanned without even sparing me a glance as he strode toward a rack of dresses."Hey! That's fucking mean," I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him. Not that he noticed."Well..." He finally turned, fixing me with a condescending look. "Didn't I warn you beforehand
HaileyHe pounded into me from behind, pressing my face against the cold marble island. What I thought would be a quick fuck stretched into something just as relentless as last night. I'd already come twice, my body trembling, yet the devil was still holding back, still edging himself—taking pleasure in shattering me over and over again.I knew he loved it. And, God help me, I couldn't say I hated it either. Every part of me craved it.My pussy clenched around him, another orgasm creeping up on me, my body tightening as pleasure coiled hot and sharp inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the countertop for dear life."Are you about to come again, Bunny?" His voice was thick, teasing, dark with amusement.A strangled moan slipped from my lips. "Yes," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."He drove into me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against my skin as he fu
HaileyAs I prepared the cupcake batter, carefully smoothing it out, and cleaned the molds, I could feel Damien's eyes on me.Judgmental. Bored.He was holding something back—I could see it in the way his jaw tensed, his fingers drumming against the counter. And I had a feeling I knew exactly what was going through that twisted mind of his."Spill it," I said without looking up, pouring the batter into the molds.Silence.I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. "I can tell you've been holding onto it for a while, Damien. So just spill it."Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, muscles flexing beneath his fitted tee. My eyes betrayed me, flicking down before I caught myself."This." He gestured lazily at the batter, then scoffed. "It's fucking stupid."My jaw dropped.
HaileyWhen my eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room, confusion ran rampant around the edges of my drowsy mind—until I registered the soft, worn fabric draped over me.Grey sheets.Damien's sheets.Damien's bed.A slow breath left me, my pulse quickening as I became aware of the warmth at my back. The solid, steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin branding mine. A presence so unfamiliar yet... grounding.I shifted slightly, my gaze drifting to the nightstand. 9:30 AM. I'd slept the entire fucking night. No tossing. No turning. No jolting awake, gasping for air, clawing at the remnants of some awful dream. God. When was the last time that had happened?It had to be him.Carefully, I turned in his arms, mindful not to wake him, and my breath stalle
HaileyDamien wasn't stopping. Not that I wanted him to. But—fuck—he was a beast. Feasting on me like he'd been starved for days. Maybe years.By now, my skin was covered in his marks, my pussy ached with every orgasm, and my heartbeat pounded wildly against my ribs. My breath came in short, desperate gasps. I'd lost track of how many times he'd changed positions, how many ways he'd taken me. But now, we were back in missionary, my fingers gripping the headboard, my body bouncing with each punishing thrust.He drove into me hard, relentless. Hitting places I never imagined could go this deep.Like he'd promised—he was going to take me as far as my pussy would let him. And his cock with diving deep into my with each powerful thrust.And fuck, some of these thrusts—I could feel them in my stomach. Was that even normal?"Fuck, Bunny," he
DamienIt would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now?This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.She was lethal. And I was indulging in every inch of her.Because for all her danger, she was fucking breathtaking. Round, perky tits. A waist that fit perfectly in my hands. A perfect ass, still red with the imprint of my fingers. A face to die for. Hailey Johnson had it all. And if she wanted to, she could fucking kill me, and I'd let her.I sank my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the way she went still beneath me. Was it fear? Maybe. But
DamienIn Damien's eyes—I saw him. The real Damien Black. The hunger, the need, the barely restrained violence simmering beneath his skin. If I said he looked ethereal in this moment, I'd be fucking lying—he looked deadly. And yet, I still wanted to offer myself to him in every way possible.He pulled away, slow and deliberate, his movements carrying the calm of a lion about to strike, his prey already trapped. His legs caged me in, a silent reminder that I had no escape. Not that I wanted one. The realization spread through me, warm and intoxicating.Being at his mercy only turned me on more.His hands came next, peeling my top away with agonizing slowness, as if savoring the reveal. His gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, and I found myself swallowing a breath.Wasn't I the one provoking him just a minute ago?Get a fucking grip, Hailey.Lying bare beneath him, my hands slid up his abs, tracing the defined ridges before wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. But he stoppe
Hailey The moment his lips crashed against mine, my world shrank—narrowing to a single, all-consuming sensation.Damien Black's lips.That was all I could register. All I could feel. All I could focus on.He kissed me like he owned me. And maybe, in his twisted, sick perception, he did. The worst part? I was starting to believe it, too. Maybe I even liked it.When he pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily, the heat between us palpable. His lips were swollen—but not as much as mine. He had been a second away from biting them clean off.I felt his arousal pressing against me, the solid heat of his cock just there. So close. My gaze instinctively flickered downward, and my cheeks flushed.His fingers caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his."If you don't want this to go further..." His voice was low, barely restrained, thick with the weight of his desire. His storm-gray eyes were burning, smoldering as they held mine. "You should leave right now, Bunny."I swallowed, my tongu
Hailey"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."Y...
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