Hailey
Another day began with the lingering remnants of a steamy wet dream, where Damien’s fingers had traversed every inch of me, my skin, my neck, my breasts and my pussy, and his lips had traced every contour of my body. Exhaustion enveloped me, a consequence of a night spent filled with thoughts.
No, I hadn’t drunk myself to oblivion at the party last night. I retained enough control to walk steadily and maintain a facade of composure, even though Damien could undoubtedly detect the scent of alcohol on me. He had teased me with that trademark smirk that always got my panties dampen, questioning if I had chosen his drink. Despite my denial, a sudden, unexpected movement had him gripping the back of my neck, drawing me closer. As my lips parted in surprise, he caught a whiff of the liquor, confirming his suspicion that I had indeed ordered his drink. Much more than once.
What followed wasn’t particularly eventful. Calling me a ‘little liar’, he released me and made his way to his car, with me following suit. We drove home in silence. Once there, I retreated to my room, spending the entire night attempting to purge his image from my mind-the way he danced, the way he flirted with those other women, the way he consumed those shots, all while locking eyes with me. Everything he did, stirred something in me and it was dangerous.
I was grateful that I could recall the events of last night; otherwise, I might have driven myself mad with speculation about what transpired. The mere thought of succumbing to temptation and tasting his irresistibly kissable lips was enough to send shivers down my spine.
Today, I barricaded myself in my room, in dire need of respite. It wasn’t solely the alcohol that necessitated this hiatus; it was the urgent need to rein in my desires. These dreams were spiraling out of control, as was my self-restraint. I refused to ruin the perfect marriage of Coby and Mom, yet the allure of Damien’s gaze and touch weighed heavily on my fucking conscience. Every time I looked at him… I was more than willing to commit any sin needed to have him.
Damien wasn’t a simple man. He was notorious for his deeds. Some called him a womanizer, some a spoiled brat, while others referred to him as a man who’d never slept with a woman more than twice. That was how the news depicted him based on his lifestyle, but in my eyes? He was a man of mystery-one you’d want to unravel even if you knew it would hurt you beyond measure.
The sound of my phone buzzing broke the tense silence of my room.
“You okay, Hailey?” It was Ricky. He’d been texting me a lot, but I hadn’t bothered to reply. I didn’t know why, I just couldn’t. After that incident with Damien, when he had barged into my room, spurring the impromptu party plan on me, I hadn’t responded to any of Ricky’s texts or answered his calls.
If there was any person who ruled over my thoughts, my desires, and the yearnings of my soul, it was Damien-a man so cold yet capable of making me feel warm all over.
My throat tightened, and I drank a glass of water, but it was futile-water wasn’t going to help me.
Without wasting any time, I slipped on my plush slippers and headed downstairs, making slow steps as I passed Damien’s room. His door was closed, and he was probably asleep.
Beer-yes, that was my intention. If water couldn’t help, beer surely would.
I headed for the kitchen, but then the distinct sounds of groans and moans made me freeze. My eyes widened, and my breathing hitched. I found myself slowly making my way toward the source of the sounds, standing afar, to see if my ears were playing tricks on me. But then, my eyes locked on a sight that I had not expected at all.
Damien had a blonde woman bent over the counter, her dress hiked up, her panties tangled around her ankles. Damien stood shirtless, his pants hanging low, as he relentlessly… fucked her from behind.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. The craving for beer vanished, replaced by a strange heat pooling at my core as I watched them. He wasn’t gentle-he pounded into her with powerful thrusts, eliciting cries with each movement. She clung to the edges of the counter, struggling to stay upright. But her moans said she loved this roughness as much as he did.
Holy…
I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away. My heart pounded against my chest, my hands grew clammy, and a cold bead of sweat trickled down my neck.
Run away, Hailey. Just turn around and run away-my mind screamed, but I couldn’t move. My eyes were locked on Damien. The way his tousled hair fell over his forehead, how his abs glistened with sweat, and how that sweat glided down his v where her ass met every time he rammed his cock inside of her, the rhythmic motion as he drove into her, and the way his strong, veiny arms gripped her hips, all held me captive. I even glimpsed his thick, veined length as he pulled back and thrust in, making her scream until he clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
Oh god…
I shouldn’t be aroused by this, but I was-so unbelievably aroused.
No, this isn’t right. I need to go.
My legs, frozen like ice, finally found some strength. I had almost turned to leave when Damien’s eyes met mine. Our gazes locked, my lips parted, my eyes widened, and my heart seemed to stop.
Shit!
He didn’t stop fucking her even as our eyes locked. Instead, a smirk curved his lips, and he seemed to fuck her harder. The sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the room, sending heat coursing through my body and electric shocks straight to my core. I clenched my thighs together, my hands fisting at my sides.
He didn’t even look away, didn’t seem bothered, much less shy. He seemed to enjoy it, and his eyes traveled up and down my body, clad in a short white nightie that left me feeling exposed. If I had brought a shrug, maybe I wouldn’t have felt so vulnerable, but there was no reason to blame myself. I never imagined I would catch my stepbrother fucking a woman in the kitchen, going balls deep.
I watched as Damien’s hand moved to the blonde’s hair, fisting a few strands. It was then that I noticed her hair color was identical to mine. His smirk widened as he yanked on her hair and drove deep into her.
Did he… did he choose this woman because-
No. I was overthinking.
Unable to take it anymore, I finally broke my gaze away from him. Without thinking about anything else, I turned and ran upstairs, knowing if I had stayed there for a few more moments my wetness would have glided down my thighs.