Damien
I 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-
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
HaileyMy lips sealed, eyes widening as if a ghost had crossed my path, and the jolt I felt—akin to being hurled off a skyscraper's hundredth, maybe even two hundredth floor.So, this was the little demon? He wasn't little at all. God! He did look sinful like a demon, but...Damn it! I needed to get a hold of myself."B-but, Damien's eleven years old," I stammered, my words barely rising above a whisper. "How can you be Damien?"His stormy grey eyes danced with amusement, the curve of his lips signaling he enjoyed my confusion as much as I hated being confused."Tell me something. What about me made you think I'd be an eleven-year-old kid?" he asked, momentarily diverting my attention to the way his lips moved and the prominent veins on his neck—God! He even knew my name... And he was too pristine—something about his orderliness and serenity clashed starkly with my chaotic nature.Hell! This was going to be a struggle if he were the real Damien because my thoughts were far from decent.
Hailey Time drifted as we placed our orders and the dishes arrived, the waiter attending to us. Damien Black seemed preoccupied, his attention split between his phone, intermittent calls, and three glasses of wine that adorned the table by the end of our lunch. He barely spared a glance in my direction, yet I found myself stealing looks at him, sizing him up every now and then.And the conclusion was infuriatingly clear—he was flawless. Throughout the meal, I'd been desperately searching for imperfections. Why, I couldn't quite fathom. Perhaps it was a feeble attempt to convince myself that he was human, fallible, or maybe—more plausibly—the reason I refused to acknowledge: to give myself cause to deny...liking him.I didn't know why I wanted to dislike him. But I just wanted to. Real bad.This whole situation was fucked up, and I was acutely aware of it. But awareness did little to guide my actions.I was not naive. I knew my stuff. I knew when I was attracted to a man and right now
HaileyAs I settled into the Range Rover, its sleek matte black finish immediately captivated me, much like the exterior had moments before. It was becoming apparent that Mom hadn't exaggerated about the wealth of these people—Damien and Coby.However, Damien's wealth didn't excuse his icy demeanor. I couldn't bring myself to like him. At all. What bothered me more was how effortlessly he rendered me speechless every time he spoke whereas most of the time he didn't speak at all. There was an inexplicable strangeness about him, something beyond the usual norms. God, I didn't know how to articulate it; putting it into words felt oddly inappropriate."You should buckle up, Bunny," he said casually, diverting his attention from his phone as he started the car.I really wanted to tell him to not call me that thing."Oh, right," I attempted to fasten the seatbelt. But to my frustration, it seemed to jam. How was it that the seatbelt in my mom's ordinary, inexpensive, and ugly car worked flaw
HaileyIsla's voice echoed so loudly through the phone that I instinctively pulled it away from my ear, fearing for my eardrums."Are you saying your stepbrother is ridiculously fucking hot?" Her tone was practically a shout, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.God, she was too loud!"I never said that. Why are you twisting my words like that?" I hissed, feeling the heat in my face intensify.She was making it sound as if I had checked him out. But had I not checked him out? Damn it. I was confused myself, how was I supposed to answer her?"That's exactly how it sounded," Isla's whistle was low, almost teasing. "So, what's your plan now, innocent Hailey? You've just landed in a bigger trouble in your new home."He was trouble, not just for me, but for any girl because of those goddamn looks. Yet, clearly, he had a lot on his plate, and I'd witnessed it firsthand today—he was a busy person."You're not making any sense," I tried to brush her off, but I knew she wouldn't let this go
Hailey"You may now kiss the bride."As Coby and Mom kissed, the room erupted with applause and joyful whistles. It was a grand wedding, though attended only by family and friends known to my mom and Coby. We'd touched down in Los Angeles the night before, crashing at a hotel until the big day. Our luggage and whatnot had already been moved to Coby's mansion.I couldn't quite figure out my feelings about this wedding yet, but seeing my mom and Coby so happy warmed something inside. It had been tough times; maybe the good ones were finally rolling in?As long as my mom and Coby found happiness in this marriage, I was content too. Yet, I knew I would miss my former life—the city that nurtured my growth, the familiar faces I left behind, even if it only comprised Isla and a handful of others who shared our apartment building—the circle was small but it felt enough. "I love you, darling," my mom whispered, tears trickling down her cheek. Coby wiped them away with a small smile. His eyes
HaileyThe new house was nothing short of a palace, at least in my own words. My room, in particular, was a blend of dreamy and nightmarish. It was beautiful, but the proximity to my stepbrother's room turned it into a constant battleground of restraint. I had to tiptoe through my routine, suppressing.... the things I enjoyed even daring to imagine his face. Yet, despite these challenges, I managed to maintain my shit. That is, until this moment when my mother decided to throw yet another curveball at me."What?" I shrieked, the coffee mug paused midway to my lips as I gaped at my mother in utter disbelief. Was she absolutely fucking serious right now?No! This couldn't be happening.There's no way!"Why do you sound so shocked, sweetheart? Isn't it better this way? You won't encounter any difficulties in your new college because you're Damien's sister," Mom said, flashing me a smile.Fucking hell!She must have totally lost her mind.I observed a slight smirk dancing on Damien's lips
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-
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
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
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
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.
HaileyWhen 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
HaileyDamien wasn't stopping. Not that I wanted him to. But—fuck—he was a beast. Feasting on me like he'd been starved for days. Maybe years.By now, my skin was covered in his marks, my pussy ached with every orgasm, and my heartbeat pounded wildly against my ribs. My breath came in short, desperate gasps. I'd lost track of how many times he'd changed positions, how many ways he'd taken me. But now, we were back in missionary, my fingers gripping the headboard, my body bouncing with each punishing thrust.He drove into me hard, relentless. Hitting places I never imagined could go this deep.Like he'd promised—he was going to take me as far as my pussy would let him. And his cock with diving deep into my with each powerful thrust.And fuck, some of these thrusts—I could feel them in my stomach. Was that even normal?"Fuck, Bunny," he
DamienIt would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now?This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.She was lethal. And I was indulging in every inch of her.Because for all her danger, she was fucking breathtaking. Round, perky tits. A waist that fit perfectly in my hands. A perfect ass, still red with the imprint of my fingers. A face to die for. Hailey Johnson had it all. And if she wanted to, she could fucking kill me, and I'd let her.I sank my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the way she went still beneath me. Was it fear? Maybe. But
DamienIn Damien's eyes—I saw him. The real Damien Black. The hunger, the need, the barely restrained violence simmering beneath his skin. If I said he looked ethereal in this moment, I'd be fucking lying—he looked deadly. And yet, I still wanted to offer myself to him in every way possible.He pulled away, slow and deliberate, his movements carrying the calm of a lion about to strike, his prey already trapped. His legs caged me in, a silent reminder that I had no escape. Not that I wanted one. The realization spread through me, warm and intoxicating.Being at his mercy only turned me on more.His hands came next, peeling my top away with agonizing slowness, as if savoring the reveal. His gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, and I found myself swallowing a breath.Wasn't I the one provoking him just a minute ago?Get a fucking grip, Hailey.Lying bare beneath him, my hands slid up his abs, tracing the defined ridges before wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. But he stoppe