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 shimmered too."I love you too, Madison."A smile stretched across my face as I observed them, surrounded by applause and airborne bouquets.They were the picture-perfect couple."So, I suppose you're alright with this marriage?" A sudden voice from behind sent a shiver down my spine, making the hairs on my neck stand at attention. I gasped, swiftly pivoting to find myself face-to-chest with a figure adorned in a finely tailored, expensive suit emanating a familiar cologne that tingled my senses.God, save me....My gaze trailed upward, finally landing on Damien's face, which had eluded my sight until now. He looked as good as ever, albeit with slightly disheveled hair; It wasn't as neat as that day. Yet, it only added to his allure—he was still captivating.But the burning question remained—had he just crashed the wedding? I had vividly scanned every nook earlier before, and he was nowhere in sight.He couldn't be arriving late, could he?"Did...did you just arrive?" I stammered."Well, I suppose so," he shrugged casually, positioning himself next to me. Our hands brushed, and I quickly withdrew mine, prompting a smirk to form on his lips.Devil!"This is your dad's wedding. How can you be okay with arriving late?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and I instantly regretted it as his piercing gray eyes fixed on me with unwavering focus."It's not his first rodeo, bunny. So, it's no big deal, and weddings aren't that special anyway," he replied, shedding his suit with a weary groan, dropping it onto a nearby seat."Are you tired?"His grin widened at my question.Fuck it. Why was I bombarding him with questions? There had to be something wrong with me."Are you concerned?""No! Not at all," I quickly shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Why would I be concerned?""It's up to you to figure out the reasons, Bunny. I won't spell them out," he chuckled, taking a seat next to mine as we stood like most others, watching Coby and my mom.There was something seriously off about this guy. I couldn't put my finger on it, but an air of danger surrounded him, despite the fact that he hadn't done anything overtly alarming. His presence... it had a certain edge to it. Something indescribable.As he caught me standing, he unexpectedly piped up, "Why are you standing?" His eyebrow arched, and before I could respond, he grasped my wrist and swiftly maneuvered me back into my seat."What the fuck?" I gasped."Well, well... we curse too, huh?" He raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips.Heat flooded my cheeks in embarrassment, but I refused to let my nerves get the better of me. "I'm an adult, aren't adults allowed to curse?" I retorted, shifting in my seat, trying to evade his intoxicating cologne."How old are you? Eighteen?" He inquired, tilting his head, and scrutinizing my reaction, and the expression he wore made my heart race ten times faster than before.Calm down, Hailey.You can do this."Wrong. I'm twenty," I corrected him, noticing the hint of a tug at the corner of his full lips."I'm twenty-six, Hailey," he reminded me, as if trying to nudge my memory. "So, with that six-year gap comes a certain right—that is, to discipline you..." His index finger unexpectedly traced the side of my face, and I involuntarily shuddered, pulling away. "I am your brother, after all. It's a brother's job to discipline their younger sister, don't you agree?"Discipline? My foot."You're not my dad," the words spilled out before I could stop them. For fuck's sake—I could feel the intimidation, I could feel how much I already fucking liked him in ways I shouldn't but that didn't grant him the authority to dictate my actions."And I have no intention of being one," he chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made me swallow hard. He was stirring up emotions I shouldn't be feeling—admitting it felt too soon but shit, he actually did. "But there's this reality, Bunny. Since Madison hasn't taken charge, someone has to, right? What's the harm if it happens to be your stepbrother?""I never wanted a brother in the first place, so it doesn't count," I blurted out, my voice barely audible under his intense gaze."So, you don't see me as your brother?" His lips twitched at the corner. Those lips looked...delicious—oh shit. Man, this was so wrong."If you keep acting like this, then no.""Even better."What in the—"W-what?"He let out another subtle laugh, sending a jolt through me that I tried to ignore, gripping tightly to my self-control, refusing to let my intrusive thoughts take over.But then... he grasped the base of my chair, hauling it nearer until our faces nearly touched. My breath hitched as I gazed at him, utterly surprised, almost forgetting to blink.Don't get wet, Hailey. Don't you fucking dare get wet!Before I could open my mouth to blurt out yet another question, he spoke."Let me tell you something, Bunny," he began, his voice low and composed, his hand lifting to tuck a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. The look on his face dampened my panties and I felt the wetness slowly pooling at my bottom—fuck, "I've got more than one reason to keep you in line. And I'll warn you now, my methods aren't easy. Not something your mommy dearest might've prepared you for. You won't exactly fancy it, so how about you mind that lovely mouth of yours when you're around me?" His eyes grazed my lips, the sudden unease in his breaths mirroring mine.God. His words..."And if I refuse?" The question slipped out after I drew in a breah, trying to steel my nerves, and a flicker passed through his mesmerizing gray eyes, a mischievous grin spreading over his lips."You'll find out soon enough," he replied, rising, retrieving his coat, and sauntering away until he vanished into the crowd.What was Damien's deal? What did he actually want?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
HaileyHis lips brushed against mine, igniting a wildfire of sensation as he pressed me against the bed, his weight anchoring me down. My heart galloped in my chest, our eyes locked as his tongue teased my bottom lip with a tantalizing flick. Holy shit! That felt so fucking good...."Damien..." I gasped, feeling a rush of heat flood my core, my pussy growing totally wet and body responding eagerly to his touch. Even to the slighest bit of it."I know your thoughts about me, Bunny," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips, sending electric currents down my spine. "I've heard your stifled moans, felt the echo of my name on your lips when you were fucking this cunt of yours that night..." his hand slipped into my panties, touching me wet slick folds, causing my hips to jerk, "Fuck! You're already dripping for me.""Please," I whimpered, as his fingers teased my slick folds, coaxing me to the edge of ecstasy. Each touch sent shivers of anticipation racing through me, craving more of h
HaileyI blinked at his question, utterly dumbfounded. "What?"A smirk danced at the corners of his lips, a glint of mischief sparkling in his steely grey eyes as he inquired, "Why the shock, Bunny?" His fingers brushed a stray lock of my hair behind my ear, igniting a cascade of shivers down my spine, reigniting the familiar ache between my thighs he always left in his wake. "Did you perhaps expect a different request?"Heavens above, spare me."No," I blurted out, my voice cracking slightly. "Why would I think that?" To evade his piercing gaze, I sidestepped him, heading straight for the coffee maker.The quicker I finished this task, the sooner I could escape the kitchen and his presence, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the captivating sight of his face, simply him. Damien was not right for my sanity at all. He made me feel things I shouldn't. Like for real—who would even entertain the thought of getting fucked by their stepbrother? But here I was....totally loving the thoug
HaileyIt was my first day at college. But certainly not the best day to start.The kitchen incident from yesterday still lingered in my mind like an unwelcome guest. I couldn't shake his words—they circled my thoughts incessantly, relentlessly, constantly. And I'd be lying if I said they didn't send a shiver down my spine every fucking time. The way he said those words... it still made me clench my thighs together. And the way he didn't hesitate for a second before uttering them, so blunt and shameless, it scared a part of me.For now, I knew—Damien Black had no boundaries. And perhaps, yesterday in the kitchen, I unknowingly shattered the only ones that held him back. Now I wasn't sure if that was a good news for me or a bad one, but it didn't seem like a bad one....a part of me wanted to see how far could Damien go."Get a grip, Hailey," I muttered, slipping on my shoes. "You can handle this."Grabbing my bag, I headed out of the house, knowing Damien would be waiting for me in his
Hailey"W-what?!"I stared at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.He didn't just say that... did he? Damn it. He actually did.I'd been quiet, so fucking quiet. How could he have heard me? Or was it that in my dream I was loud? Even if had been was loud, it was nearly impossible for him to hear me, right? Had he been eavesdropping?Technically he wouldn't need to. Our rooms were too close and the walls seemed thin enough."What?" he chuckled as he noticed my expression, amusement written all over his handsome face. "Did I just stumble upon one of your secrets?"His question sparked a glimmer of hope. He didn't sound too sure. At least, that's what I hoped.Maybe he was just throwing out random nonsense to get a reaction from me, and one reaction would confirm it.Yeah...He couldn't possibly know.I had to play it smart, and then I'd be in the clear."You're living in a fantasy world. Me dreaming about you?" I scoffed, trying to sound dismissive. "No way."Please, let my
HaileyWasn't it strange? The guy you once couldn't stop thinking about, by some twist of fate, ends up in your new school, yet none of those old sparks return?Hell. It was.It had been two days since I bumped into Ricky in the college hallway, and despite garnering more attention from him than I ever had before, none of it, not even a little bit of it, stirred any excitement in me.Even as I listened to him chatter on the phone about his passion for hockey, I felt nothing. I tried to dissect why, and the reason wasn't entirely unexpected—it was because of my new brother. A person, who would surely be my ruin.Ricky didn't evoke the same visceral response as Damien did in my dreams. Ricky didn't make me wet. The sight of him didn't ignite a primal urge to reach between my thighs and finger myself to orgasm while imagining his face; that reaction was reserved solely for Damien, much to my frustration. Only he could make me feel that way, and that too every fucking time I saw him.He
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.