Hailey After what happened in Damien’s office that day at college, I couldn’t bring myself to return. I skipped classes for two whole days, cocooning myself at home and avoiding him at all costs. Whether it was fear of facing him or fear of how my body would react to his presence, I didn’t know. Every time I heard his footsteps echoing through the house, my heart would hammer against my ribs. I’d dart back to my room or freeze in place, holding my breath until the sound faded. I did everything to save my sanity, dignity, my heart and…pussy.But tonight, something shifted.I was sitting on my bed, restless and on edge. I’d heard his footsteps approach my room, pause for a moment, and then retreat. The teasing proximity was unbearable, like he’d pulled at an invisible string connecting us. My body betrayed me, aching with a need I didn’t dare acknowledge out loud.My gaze fell to the neglected math notebook in my lap, the unsolved equations mocking me. Then, an idea sparked. An excuse.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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