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 MoreHailey When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty, and the coldness seeped into my bones like a quiet threat. His warmth had cocooned me through the night, but now it was just the absence of him—sharp and undeniable. I sat up slowly, scanning the dark room. He hadn’t turned on the lights or moved the curtains. But I found him. He stood by his watch drawer, slipping on a timepiece before effortlessly adjusting his tie.“Where are you going?” I asked softly, my voice tentative, trying not to startle him. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he turned toward me, his gaze a strange, unreadable thing. Kinda cold contrary to how I’d expected it to be.“My office,” he replied, nonchalant, as he grabbed his suit jacket and slid it over his shoulders. “Got tons of shit to do.”I nodded, feeling a knot twist in my stomach. “Your office is near my college, right? Should I get ready so you can drop me off?”He froze for a heartbeat, then continued adjusting his suit, but there was somethin
HaileyMy eyes snapped open in the middle of the night, the dryness in my throat unbearable. I dragged myself out of bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of the covers, but my dry as fuck throat was a relentless, burning reminder that I couldn’t rest. Slowly, I made my way downstairs, rubbing my eyes as I stumbled into the kitchen. I filled up my water bottle, but just as I twisted the cap, an excruciating twist inside my head stopped me in my tracks.Scenes flashed before my eyes—screams, shouts, the stinging slap of his hand across my face. And then crushing numbness that followed, the silence ringing in my ears after each brutal punch. My body felt like it had been bruised from the inside out, the pain lingering for days.But then, my mind took me to the worst memory—my mother, half-dead, lying on the floor. And there I was, a little girl, clutching my doll and staring at her, at him. A man I had recognized as a monster before I even understood what that meant.Anger crept up my spin
Hailey The moment the doorknob twisted, a paralyzing fear gripped me. I’d never known such terror—exposed, vulnerable, and drowning in a thousand racing thoughts. But then, Damien covered me with his jacket, his voice a soft whisper, "It's okay." The weight of his words broke through the storm in my chest, and somehow, all those terrifying emotions began to fade.For a fleeting moment, I felt safe again.But even as the door creaked open, I pressed my face deeper into Damien’s chest, clutching the suit jacket around me like a lifeline. Whoever had entered—whoever it was—I couldn’t let them see me. Not like this. Not exposed.If it was someone from the college, someone who worked here, I knew Damien could bury the story, but the thought of their eyes lingering on me, judging, whispering behind my back—it was too much. I couldn’t bear the thought of becoming the subject of their gossip, of being branded with a label that would make it impossible to exist here anymore."Oh..." A familia
DamienWhen I felt that shiver run down Hailey's spine, the monster inside me roared to life. It clawed at my restraint, demanding release, as though I'd been starved for an eternity, and she was the most delectable feast laid out before me. God, she was delicious—from her sweet little cunt and mouth to the curve of her delicate neck, her soft, pink lips, and even the faint scent of her breath. Everything about her screamed innocence, purity, and fragility.She was mine to break. Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to devour.And yet, as she knelt between my legs, she looked like a goddess, untouchable and radiant. No matter how much darkness surrounded her, Hailey shone—a masterpiece that not even my darkest desires could tarnish."I’m...not afraid," she whispered, her doe-like eyes locking with mine. Her voice trembled, but there was a quiet resolve in her gaze, one that sent a jolt of primal heat straight through me.Her words tempted me—no, dared me. My mind filled with visions. I wan
HaileyAs his lips crushed against mine, the world outside the room ceased to exist. Whatever purpose had brought me here was now out of my head, drowned beneath the surge of heat and urgency radiating between us. Maybe—just maybe—this was what I had come here for all along. Exercise had never been my strong suit anyway.With a single, swift motion, he swept the clutter from his desk, sending papers and pens scattering to the floor. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck with deliberate precision, igniting a fire beneath my skin. Each kiss and nip coaxed a molten ache that pooled low in my stomach and sent shivers spiraling through me."Oh God..." I gasped when his mouth found the spot just below my ear. He smirked against my skin, his confidence unmistakable—he had found another weakness, and he intended to exploit it. His kisses moved lower, leaving marks in their wake. He was possesing me—letting the world know, who owned this body and maybe even...soul."Damien..." My voice wa
Hailey As Damien drove me to college, I fought to suppress the heat rising to my cheeks, desperate to appear normal. The problem was, normal had become a foreign concept around him. I couldn't understand how Damien could act so unaffected, so casually indifferent, after everything that had happened between us.His gaze—always so intense—remained the same, but he didn’t say anything to acknowledge the unspoken tension crackling between us. No teasing remarks. No sly smirks. Just Damien Black. He was unapologetically himself, like none of it mattered. Like he hadn’t had me pinned against his office desk, fucked me with his fingers, making me lose every shred of self-control.And the devil now drove like this was just another mundane morning of playing the dutiful stepbrother. As if his hands hadn't explored every inch of me. As if he hadn’t unraveled me completely, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers nervously fidget
HaileyDamien pressed me firmly against the edge of his desk, his movements calculated yet electric. With a swift motion, he unzipped my skirt, the fabric slipping from my hips and pooling around my ankles. I gasped as the cool air brushed against my skin, only to be replaced by the heat of Damien’s hand trailing up my thigh, teasing the band of my panties.He broke the kiss, his lips wandering to my neck, where they lingered, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, a heady mix of pain and pleasure.I let out a trembling breath, my fingers tangling in his hair as my body arched instinctively toward him. His presence overwhelmed me, drowning out every thought but the sensation of him.Then his lips grazed my ear, his voice dark and threatening. “If you think you’ve escaped the whole ‘my friend’ situation, you’re wrong, Bunny. I’ve got a feeling he’s the boy you were on the phone with a few days ago. Isn’t he?”My eyes flew open, a chill rushing
HaileyToday, Damien wasn't driving me to college. Instead, one of the other drivers had taken his place. The maid had mentioned something about an early meeting pulling him away, but the absence of his presence this morning left an unsettling void. It was strange, not seeing his face. Stranger still, how much it affected me.I thought I had it together. Thought I could handle one morning without him. But by the time lunch rolled around, that notion was obliterated. As I left the canteen and made my way to class, the ache inside me only deepened. It was ridiculous. Just a few hours without him, and it felt like an eternity.I fucking hated him for that.I hated how he had the power to make me feel this way—like I was tethered to him by some invisible thread. And what I hated even more? The gnawing suspicion that he didn't feel the same. He probably didn’t feel the same.Of course, he was Damien Black. The Damien Black. Women probably fell at his feet on a daily basis. What was I to hi
HaileyThe moment Damien's lips met my pussy, the warmth that rushed to my face was consumed by the fire within me, spreading like wildfire. He went straight for my opening, my aching and needy opening, tracing slow and deliberate circles around it with his warm tongue sending electric shivers up my spine. And then his mouth replaced the torturous motion and sent a zap of pleasure to my toes. It was sinful, the way he moved, the way he consumed me, and I couldn't help but think—the devil might just know his way to heaven.And Damien? He was dragging me there, one excruciating flick of his tongue at a time.Breathing shakily, I readjusted my purchase on the bed, my thighs falling open, shaking, at the next lap of his tongue and then he slid his tongue of me. I opened myself wider, surrendering to the torment of his slow, methodical worship."Oh, Damien," My head lolled back as the moan escaped me.One hand gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles white with tension, while the other foun
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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