HaileyI blinked at his question, utterly dumbfounded. "What?"A smirk danced at the corners of his lips, a glint of mischief sparkling in his steely grey eyes as he inquired, "Why the shock, Bunny?" His fingers brushed a stray lock of my hair behind my ear, igniting a cascade of shivers down my spine, reigniting the familiar ache between my thighs he always left in his wake. "Did you perhaps expect a different request?"Heavens above, spare me."No," I blurted out, my voice cracking slightly. "Why would I think that?" To evade his piercing gaze, I sidestepped him, heading straight for the coffee maker.The quicker I finished this task, the sooner I could escape the kitchen and his presence, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the captivating sight of his face, simply him. Damien was not right for my sanity at all. He made me feel things I shouldn't. Like for real—who would even entertain the thought of getting fucked by their stepbrother? But here I was....totally loving the thoug
HaileyIt was my first day at college. But certainly not the best day to start.The kitchen incident from yesterday still lingered in my mind like an unwelcome guest. I couldn't shake his words—they circled my thoughts incessantly, relentlessly, constantly. And I'd be lying if I said they didn't send a shiver down my spine every fucking time. The way he said those words... it still made me clench my thighs together. And the way he didn't hesitate for a second before uttering them, so blunt and shameless, it scared a part of me.For now, I knew—Damien Black had no boundaries. And perhaps, yesterday in the kitchen, I unknowingly shattered the only ones that held him back. Now I wasn't sure if that was a good news for me or a bad one, but it didn't seem like a bad one....a part of me wanted to see how far could Damien go."Get a grip, Hailey," I muttered, slipping on my shoes. "You can handle this."Grabbing my bag, I headed out of the house, knowing Damien would be waiting for me in his
Hailey"W-what?!"I stared at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.He didn't just say that... did he? Damn it. He actually did.I'd been quiet, so fucking quiet. How could he have heard me? Or was it that in my dream I was loud? Even if had been was loud, it was nearly impossible for him to hear me, right? Had he been eavesdropping?Technically he wouldn't need to. Our rooms were too close and the walls seemed thin enough."What?" he chuckled as he noticed my expression, amusement written all over his handsome face. "Did I just stumble upon one of your secrets?"His question sparked a glimmer of hope. He didn't sound too sure. At least, that's what I hoped.Maybe he was just throwing out random nonsense to get a reaction from me, and one reaction would confirm it.Yeah...He couldn't possibly know.I had to play it smart, and then I'd be in the clear."You're living in a fantasy world. Me dreaming about you?" I scoffed, trying to sound dismissive. "No way."Please, let my
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
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,
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
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 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
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
HaileyCollege ended early today.After skipping for two days, I couldn't push my luck any further—and Damien sure as hell wouldn't let me. When I'd tried convincing him to let me stay home just one last time, he had given me a look so sharp it could've cut glass and said, in exact words:"Don't be a brat, Hailey. And before you argue, don't bother—I'll drag you there myself."And just like that, I'd gone to class. And then I'd come home. And then, of course, Damien had pulled me straight into his room. Now I was sitting on his bed, forced to finish my homework while he worked on his laptop. But that wasn't the worst part.The worst part was that he wouldn't stop teasing me.Every so often, he'd saunter over, press his lips to my neck, ghost his fingers down my spine—just enough to send a shiver rippling through me—before
HaileyDamien left me breathless, his mouth devouring mine, tongue pushing in deep like he wanted to claim every inch of me—exploring, claiming, consuming. By the time he pulled away, I was gasping my lips were swollen, tingling, my mind fogged with nothing but him.His dark eyes dropped to my parted mouth, and I swore I saw something even more dangerous flicker in them."Listen, Bunny," his voice was low, thick with hunger. "I'm going to fuck your mouth right now, and if you need to breathe, you tap my thigh. Got it?"My pulse pounded, heat pooling between my thighs. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth before answering. "Yes, Damien."His fingers wrapped around my jaw, tilting my head up sharply. "You gotta stop saying my name like that," he murmured, almost to himself. "Or I'm going to lose it."I swallowed hard, a thrill running up my spine. "Oka