Semua Bab New Brother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Hailey As 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.

 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

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 College 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

Damien  I 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.