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
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.
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
HaileyThat piece of shit skipped work today. Probably on purpose. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions, but my gut told me otherwise. And the evidence? Two coffee cups sitting just above the dishwasher, stained with remnants of black coffee. He always drank it black and bitter—just like his heart.Unlike me, he had the habit of waking up early and maintaining a perfectly balanced routine, excelling at everything he set his mind to. Even breaking hearts. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a schedule for which whore to fuck and when.The thought that he might consider me one of them left a bitter taste in my mouth, stronger than any coffee.Fucking piece of shit.Leaning against the counter, I took a sip of my probably "overly sweet" coffee—at least, that’s what he’d call it. I kept telling myself not to think about him. But, of course, I kept thinking about him. And as the saying goes—speak of the devil, and he shall appear—I heard the heavy thud of his footsteps before the devil himself
HaileyHe thrust his tongue inside of my mouth, winning the battle before even it started. He won in dominance. He won in games. He won in...forget it.By the time he broke the kiss, I was panting for air, breathless as I watched him with swollen lips and a loudly beating heart and a dripping pussy of course.My eyes fluttered shut as his heaven of a lips crushed mine, igniting a fire that consumed every thought. A gasp escaped me, swallowed by his fervor as he slammed me against the wall. He kissed me with the hunger of a starving beast, devouring every inch of my resolve. But this beast didn’t feast on flesh and blood—he devoured my soul, my self-respect, my desires, and my sanity.His tongue thrust into my mouth, claiming dominance before the battle could even begin. He didn’t just win—he conquered, effortlessly dismantling every wall I’d built to protect myself. By the time he pulled away, I was gasping for air, my heart hammering in my chest. Breathless I watched him, with a loud
Hailey At night, sleep didn't find me. Frustration cocooned me instead.And God, I couldn't stop thinking about Damien. The feel of his lips on mine, his tongue claiming my mouth, the possessiveness of his touch searing my skin. His breath against my pussy, his tongue on my clit, his hand gripping my hair, and, of course, his cock down my throat.It was infuriating-how little self-respect I seemed to have when it came to him. How could I still want him when he was off fucking someone else's mouth? Especially after everything... after I'd bared my soul to him, shared the darkest, most fragile parts of me.How could he?I'd asked myself that question a thousand times today, and every time, the answer was the same: because he didn't give a fuck. Simple as that.Even Isla agreed. I couldn't keep my affair with Damien hidden from her for long. She hated him now, though that didn't stop her from teasing me mercilessly."You wanted to be her, didn't you?" she'd said with a wicked grin. "You
Hailey I skipped another day. Well, two days, actually. Maybe I'd skip tomorrow too—I hadn't decided yet. What I did know was that I needed time alone to deal with myself. No way was I going to let some self-absorbed asshole reduce me to an emotional wreck.Speaking of said asshole. We'd crossed paths this morning when I left my room, then again in the kitchen, and a couple more times throughout the day. It seemed he hadn't left the house either. Each encounter followed the same script: I ignored him, walked past him like he didn't exist, and he returned the favor. So far, it was working splendidly.Flipping through my notebook, I reviewed the equations I'd solved, trying to find some satisfaction in the routine. Then, my phone buzzed, cutting through the quiet. I glanced at the screen. Mom.Why was she calling out of the blue?"Hello, Mom," I answered."Hi, baby!" Her voice was bright, practically glowing with joy. "How are you?"Her cheerful tone set off alarms in my head. This was
Hailey When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty, and the coldness seeped into my bones like a quiet threat. His warmth had cocooned me through the night, but now it was just the absence of him—sharp and undeniable. I sat up slowly, scanning the dark room. He hadn’t turned on the lights or moved the curtains. But I found him. He stood by his watch drawer, slipping on a timepiece before effortlessly adjusting his tie. “Where are you going?” I asked softly, my voice tentative, trying not to startle him. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he turned toward me, his gaze a strange, unreadable thing. Kinda cold contrary to how I’d expected it to be. “My office,” he replied, nonchalant, as he grabbed his suit jacket and slid it over his shoulders. “Got tons of shit to do.” I nodded, feeling a knot twist in my stomach. “Your office is near my college, right? Should I get ready so you can drop me off?” He froze for a heartbeat, then continued adjusting his suit, but there was some
HaileyMy eyes snapped open in the middle of the night, the dryness in my throat unbearable. I dragged myself out of bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of the covers, but my dry as fuck throat was a relentless, burning reminder that I couldn’t rest. Slowly, I made my way downstairs, rubbing my eyes as I stumbled into the kitchen. I filled up my water bottle, but just as I twisted the cap, an excruciating twist inside my head stopped me in my tracks.Scenes flashed before my eyes—screams, shouts, the stinging slap of his hand across my face. And then crushing numbness that followed, the silence ringing in my ears after each brutal punch. My body felt like it had been bruised from the inside out, the pain lingering for days.But then, my mind took me to the worst memory—my mother, half-dead, lying on the floor. And there I was, a little girl, clutching my doll and staring at her, at him. A man I had recognized as a monster before I even understood what that meant.Anger crept up my spin
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
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