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.
Lihat lebih banyakHaileyMorning 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
DamienI watched her. Helplessly. Obsessively. Unapologetically.The beige silk nightdress hugged her body like a second skin, whispering over her curves, molding to every dip and swell. Her pale skin glowed under the dim light, and her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she slept—peaceful, untouched by the storm that raged inside me.She had been asleep for over an hour. And I had been staring at her like a fucking creep. Well, I didn't fucking care. Not when she looked like this. Not when she was the most beautiful thing I would ever destroy. The thought left a bitter, acidic taste in my mouth, but it was the truth.Hailey's eyes never lied. Every time she looked at me, it was all there—what she felt, what she wanted, what she didn't even understand yet.And one day, I'd be the one to break her.
DamienI couldn’t remember the last time I’d bothered to notice if it was raining.High school, maybe? Or maybe the first year of university—back when I was a dumb, emotional fuck, dangerously close to throwing my life away because of…Forget it.It didn’t matter.What mattered was right now—standing on the terrace, watching her. Not the woman I usually saw when I looked at Hailey. No, that version of her had vanished, stripped away by the downpour. Right now, she was something else entirely—a girl lost in the rain, spinning, laughing, arms outstretched as if trying to catch the sky in her hands.And I couldn’t fucking look away.At this moment—Hailey had my soul wrapped around her fingers.My soul that wanted to trace every inch of her skin like those rain drople
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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