Hailey
When my eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room, confusion ran rampant around the edges of my drowsy mind—until I registered the soft, worn fabric draped over me.
Grey sheets.
Damien's sheets.
Damien's bed.
A slow breath left me, my pulse quickening as I became aware of the warmth at my back. The solid, steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin branding mine. A presence so unfamiliar yet... grounding.
I shifted slightly, my gaze drifting to the nightstand. 9:30 AM. I'd slept the entire fucking night. No tossing. No turning. No jolting awake, gasping for air, clawing at the remnants of some awful dream. God. When was the last time that had happened?
It had to be him.
Carefully, I turned in his arms, mindful not to wake him, and my breath stalle
HaileyAs I prepared the cupcake batter, carefully smoothing it out, and cleaned the molds, I could feel Damien's eyes on me.Judgmental. Bored.He was holding something back—I could see it in the way his jaw tensed, his fingers drumming against the counter. And I had a feeling I knew exactly what was going through that twisted mind of his."Spill it," I said without looking up, pouring the batter into the molds.Silence.I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. "I can tell you've been holding onto it for a while, Damien. So just spill it."Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, muscles flexing beneath his fitted tee. My eyes betrayed me, flicking down before I caught myself."This." He gestured lazily at the batter, then scoffed. "It's fucking stupid."My jaw dropped.
HaileyHe pounded into me from behind, pressing my face against the cold marble island. What I thought would be a quick fuck stretched into something just as relentless as last night. I'd already come twice, my body trembling, yet the devil was still holding back, still edging himself—taking pleasure in shattering me over and over again.I knew he loved it. And, God help me, I couldn't say I hated it either. Every part of me craved it.My pussy clenched around him, another orgasm creeping up on me, my body tightening as pleasure coiled hot and sharp inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the countertop for dear life."Are you about to come again, Bunny?" His voice was thick, teasing, dark with amusement.A strangled moan slipped from my lips. "Yes," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."He drove into me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against my skin as he fu
Hailey"Do you mind if I ask why we're suddenly shopping today?" I asked as he led me inside the store, his hand wrapped around mine. I didn't know why such a small gesture felt so heartwarming, but it did—it sent warmth coursing through me, making my fingers tighten instinctively around his. But the longer I stared at our interlocked hands, the heavier the realization became.He was Damien Black.A man who had hundreds of women at his beck and call. A man who made everyone feel special.So this? I forced myself not to read too much into it."Yes, I mind," he deadpanned without even sparing me a glance as he strode toward a rack of dresses."Hey! That's fucking mean," I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him. Not that he noticed."Well..." He finally turned, fixing me with a condescending look. "Didn't I warn you beforehand
DamienI watched her as she opened the bags, checking each item with delicate care. Her touch was light, reverent, and that big, radiant smile on her face made my stomach churn. I hated that smile on her lips. Hated it even more when it wasn't there. Fuck. It didn't make any fucking sense.I tried to focus on my laptop, aimlessly scrolling through documents that didn't even need reviewing in the first place. My eyes barely stayed on the screen. Instead, they kept drifting back to her—sitting on my bed, going through the things I'd bought for her like they were treasures. Excitement glowed in her expression. It was ridiculous. When I'd asked her to pick something out, she hadn't even seemed interested. Barely cared. And now? Now, she looked at every item with equal fascination, doe eyes wide, lips parted in an unreadable sort of wonder.It was weird. And it made me sick because I knew exa
HaileyI stared at my reflection, the lace lingerie Damien had chosen clinging to my curves like a second skin. I didn't know why he had picked it, but the desire in his eyes earlier had ignited something dangerous in me, a fire smoldering in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen me naked before. He had—touched every inch of me, tasted every part of me, claimed me in ways that left no room for modesty. And yet, heat crept up my cheeks at the thought of him seeing me in this. Especially after what he'd done earlier—shoving his fingers down my throat in that way.No. I didn't get off on pain. But I never pulled away when Damien Black was rough. Maybe because that was him—untamed, unapologetic, intoxicating.I took a breath, taking in the sight of myself. The delicate lace barely covered my breasts, intricate floral patterns teasing rather than concealing. Thin straps rested on my shoulders, in stark contrast to the plunging neckline that dipped dangerously low. The high-
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
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
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
HaileyMorning 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