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 MoreHaileyAs his lips met mine, my body froze, and all the rage I had felt moments ago dissolved in an instant. His lips were impossibly soft, contrasting sharply with the rough texture of his skin. Yet his touch carried a hunger—a raw, unrelenting need I couldn’t fully name but felt to my core. For a brief moment, I stood immobilized, but then my body surrendered, responding to his kiss.His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss, his mouth consuming mine. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he tugged me tighter against him, his lips demanding and unyielding. His tongue parted my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth with an intensity that sent shivers cascading down my spine.One hand slid to cup my breast, his palm kneading it through the fabric, and I gasped against his lips. Damien took that as an invitation, his mouth leaving mine to trail down my neck. He kissed and bit at my skin, igniting sensations that surged through every inch of me.
HaileyIt was lunch break, and I sat in the cafeteria, sipping on a cup of coffee. The caffeine was my only lifeline today, considering I hadn't gotten a proper night's sleep—thanks to my stepbrother.I couldn't understand him. Why did Damien go to such lengths to mess with me? Did he find it fun? Did it give him some twisted thrill? Maybe it did. Maybe if I admitted that I wanted him more than anything else in this world, he'd feel victorious.I didn't know Damien well, but from what I'd seen, he thrived on challenges and he was the kind who'd only prefer to win. And the way he looked at me, it was clear he saw me as exactly that—a challenge."Hey, Hailey," a familiar voice broke through my spiraling thoughts.I glanced up to see Ricky standing nearby, a warm smile on his face."Oh, hi, Ricky," I said, forcing a smile. "How are you?""I'm good, but what about you?" he asked, his brows knitting in concern. "You hung up the other day so suddenly, and when I tried calling back, you didn
DamienAs I walked out of the room, her scent clung to me like a haunting melody, weaving through every breath I took. It was intoxicating—the touch of her sweet cunt, her maddening essence that lingered on my skin, in my lungs, in my head. Her taste, the way her lips, soft and plump, were pleading to be devoured. Her breathless whispers, her delicate body trembling under my touch—it was all too much. And yet, somehow, I’d found the strength to pull away.She didn’t know, couldn’t know, just how much harder it was for me than for her. Leaving her in that moment was agony.I wanted to watch her to come apart in front of me, to hear those sweet, sinful sounds spilling from her lips again and again. I wanted to have her in ways she couldn’t even dream of. But fuck, I held back. Not because I didn’t crave her, but because I wanted her to break. I wanted her to beg, to unravel completely under me. And when she did, it would be worth every second of restraint.“Goddamn it,” I muttered, spla
HaileyAs his words struck me, my breath caught in my throat, and my heart seemed to pause before resuming, pounding so loudly that the sound buzzed in my ears. My blood ran cold, my eyes widened, and I looked at him, dumbfounded.He didn't actually say that... did he?Fuck, he did! He actually fucking said that! "You... you're bluffing," I protested, defiant despite my nerves being on edge. I felt exposed under his gaze, as if he could see through my very soul. He had effortlessly uttered my deepest, darkest secret, and it scared me to know that he now held power over me, possessing that one thing above me."No," he replied, his deep voice sending vibrations through my entire body. Every part of me tingled as he moved closer, his hips grinding against mine. A soft sound escaped my lips involuntarily as I clenched my hands that were under his grip, fearing any movement that might bring our lips together or press our bodies further against each other. "I never bluff, Hailey," he conti
HaileyI rushed into my room, not even bothering to lock the door, and jumped into my bed, pulling the duvet over me. My breathing was frantic, my heart hammered against my chest, and sweat clung to my skin.Jesus Christ! What the fuck had I just seen? And why did my body like it so damn much? There was no denying the truth: my body had reacted to the sight of Damien Black fucking a woman senseless over the kitchen counter. And maybe, just maybe, a sick, twisted, and crazy part of me wanted to be that woman—yes, I admitted it, because denying it wouldn't wash away the desires crawling up my skin, the chills running down my spine, and the heat carving into my flesh.I wanted to be in that woman's place. I wanted Damien to fist my hair like that and fuck me raw."Fuck, I need to get a hold of myself," I muttered, turning to the other side of the bed, not even daring to lift the duvet. I just wanted to hide and never come out, because despite the raw, aching desire, I felt ashamed to wan
HaileyAnother day began with the lingering remnants of a steamy wet dream, where Damien's fingers had traversed every inch of me, my skin, my neck, my breasts and my pussy, and his lips had traced every contour of my body. Exhaustion enveloped me, a consequence of a night spent filled with thoughts. No, I hadn't drunk myself to oblivion at the party last night. I retained enough control to walk steadily and maintain a facade of composure, even though Damien could undoubtedly detect the scent of alcohol on me. He had teased me with that trademark smirk that always got my panties dampen, questioning if I had chosen his drink. Despite my denial, a sudden, unexpected movement had him gripping the back of my neck, drawing me closer. As my lips parted in surprise, he caught a whiff of the liquor, confirming his suspicion that I had indeed ordered his drink. Much more than once.What followed wasn't particularly eventful. Calling me a ‘little liar’, he released me and made his way to his c
HaileyI observed Damien as he moved gracefully across the dance floor, his presence captivating every woman he encountered. It seemed as though they were all vying for his attention, their focus fixated on a mystery concealed within his black pants—they wanted his dick and I doubted if any of them would have it tonight or not because he had a task pending—to drop me back home. They pressed against him, their bodies swaying in rhythm, while he reciprocated, indulging in their proximity by burying his face into their necks or exploring their curves with his hands. He left no spot untouched—ass, hips, and boobs—he groped them all just like they wanted him to.This was the third woman he had danced with, her blue dress clinging to her figure as she appeared entirely captivated by him, grinding against him.In this setting, Damien appeared as the quintessential ladies' man—radiant, carefree, reveling in the moment. Yet, it struck me as somewhat paradoxical. Every previous encounter I'd h
HaileyReluctance gnawed at me as I recalled our earlier conversation. His threat to expel Ricky had been a low blow, a clear abuse of his power. His words echoed ominously in my mind, a constant reminder that being with him was a dangerous gamble. Yet, despite my better judgment, I found myself rifling through my closet, pulling out a red cocktail dress with a daring low back. It was the kind of dress that demanded attention, one that made a statement.As I slipped into the silky fabric, I stood in front of the mirror, searching for a reason—any reason—to change into something more modest. But the dress clung to my curves in all the right places, the vibrant red a stark contrast to my long blonde hair cascading down to my waist. My reflection stared back at me. The dress was perfect, and I knew it.When Mom had bought this dress for me, I never thought I’d wear it. But now, it seemed like it was made for this impromptu event Damien had sprung on me.I slipped on my black high heels,
HaileyWasn't it strange? The guy you once couldn't stop thinking about, by some twist of fate, ends up in your new school, yet none of those old sparks return?Hell. It was.It had been two days since I bumped into Ricky in the college hallway, and despite garnering more attention from him than I ever had before, none of it, not even a little bit of it, stirred any excitement in me.Even as I listened to him chatter on the phone about his passion for hockey, I felt nothing. I tried to dissect why, and the reason wasn't entirely unexpected—it was because of my new brother. A person, who would surely be my ruin.Ricky didn't evoke the same visceral response as Damien did in my dreams. Ricky didn't make me wet. The sight of him didn't ignite a primal urge to reach between my thighs and finger myself to orgasm while imagining his face; that reaction was reserved solely for Damien, much to my frustration. Only he could make me feel that way, and that too every fucking time I saw him.He
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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