Hailey
He 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 loudly beating heart, swollen lips and a dripping pussy.
He won in dominance. He won in games. And he won in…forget it.
“If me being with another woman is the problem, then I won’t do it again,” he said, his voice raw, his chest heaving. “Not for as long as you want me to.”
For a moment, his words stunned me. They didn’t seem real, like a cruel joke or a mirage in the desert of our tangled emotions. But when he leaned closer, burying his face in my neck, inhaling deeply as if my scent alone could sustain him, I faltered. His grip on my hips tightened, his body pressing into mine like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “But I can’t do this anymore. I need you, Hailey. I need you just to fucking breathe.”
God, if those weren’t the words women dreamed of hearing.
For a fleeting second, just for a fleeting second, I softened. Vulnerability seeped through his every word, every touch. He held me as if letting go would shatter him. But then reality struck. The truth loomed over me like a storm cloud.
What was the truth was-he had made me feel like the same way my shithole of a father did. He made me press my hands against my ears just stop… those sounds that somewhat terrified me equally and reminded of everything I and my mother escaped.
No. I couldn’t falter.
I couldn’t fall weak.
I dryly licked my bottom lip and finally managed to lift my hands, pressing them against his chest. I pushed him away, desperate to escape his heat, the warmth that was melting my defenses, and the feelings crawling up my skin.
“It’s not happening, Damien,” I said as calmly as I could. “I’m not letting the person in who made me feel the exact same way he did.”
His brows rose, and realization flickered across his stormy gray eyes.
“Hailey, you know my intentions were not that,” he murmured, his tone serious now. He stepped closer, attempting to close the distance again. “I never meant for that.”
“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were,” I shrugged, planting my hands firmly between us to stop him. “What matters is how I felt. And it felt horrible. I don’t want to feel it again. So, the best thing for me-to save myself from unwanted trauma-is to stay away from you. So please, as my stepbrother…” The word tasted bitter, but I forced it out. “Stay the fuck away from me.”
My gaze burned into his, silently pleading for him to leave and make this easier. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer, ignoring the barrier of my hand. His palms landed on either side of my head, trapping me, his intense gaze piercing through me. I wavered, fearing I might not stand my ground.
“I. Am. Not. Like. Him,” he said, each word deliberate, as if trying to engrave them into my mind.
“Like I said, whatever you say-Doesn’t. Fucking. Matter,” I retorted, matching his tone. For a fleeting second, rage flickered in his eyes. His jaw clenched, his patience visibly thinning.
Fucking emotionless bastard.
“Hailey…” he began, his voice taut with restrained anger. “Don’t push me.”
He looked pissed.
The nerve of this asshole!
“Push you?” I scoffed. “You’re the one pushing. Trust me, I have zero interest in being part of whatever this is. Live your life, play with your toys, chase your distractions, but keep me out of your fuck-list. Then we’ll be fine.”
“Don’t be a brat, Hailey,” he warned, his tone sharp, barely masking his frustration.
“And don’t be desperate, Mr. Black,” I shot back, flashing him a sweet smile before brushing past him and heading to my bed. “Now, unless you want to watch me sleep like an absolute creep, you can either leave or stand there all night proving my point. Your call.” I climbed onto the bed, pulling the duvet around me, shivering slightly at the sudden absence of his warmth.
“Goodnight, Stepbrother,” I added sharply, pulling the duvet higher over my shoulders. I pressed my eyes shut, hoping-no, praying-he’d walk away. But instead, I heard his footsteps approaching. He stopped right beside my bed, his presence looming over me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How much longer could I keep up this tough act?
Just go, Damien. Leave and make this easier for both of us.
I felt his hand tug at the duvet, but I clutched it tighter. He let out a low, frustrated groan before releasing it. A moment later, his footsteps retreated. The door slammed shut, shaking the walls and confirming his exit.
The silence that followed was deafening. I finally exhaled the breath I’d been holding, my chest rising and falling with the effort. My heart thundered against my ribs, threatening to break free, while cold beads of sweat slid down my spine and dampened my forehead.
Resisting Damien Black wasn’t just going to be hard-it was going to be hell.