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"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
HaileyAs 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