All Chapters of New Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

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

Hailey  The 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

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