All Chapters of New Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hailey I skipped another day. Well, two days, actually. Maybe I'd skip tomorrow too—I hadn't decided yet. What I did know was that I needed time alone to deal with myself. No way was I going to let some self-absorbed asshole reduce me to an emotional wreck.Speaking of said asshole. We'd crossed paths this morning when I left my room, then again in the kitchen, and a couple more times throughout the day. It seemed he hadn't left the house either. Each encounter followed the same script: I ignored him, walked past him like he didn't exist, and he returned the favor. So far, it was working splendidly.Flipping through my notebook, I reviewed the equations I'd solved, trying to find some satisfaction in the routine. Then, my phone buzzed, cutting through the quiet. I glanced at the screen. Mom.Why was she calling out of the blue?"Hello, Mom," I answered."Hi, baby!" Her voice was bright, practically glowing with joy. "How are you?"Her cheerful tone set off alarms in my head. This was

HaileyHe 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 loud

Hailey At night, as I sat alone in my room, wondering why every single one of his words felt true, time seemed to stop. His voice echoed in my head, relentless, but worse—his eyes. They hadn’t looked like they were lying. Then why had he ignored me? Why had he made me feel like shit? I knew he had the answers. I also knew he wouldn’t give them to me. Damien Black was a strange specimen—impossible to read. He had walls so high, so impenetrable, that nothing could reach him. And I? I fell into the category of nothing. No matter what—I still didn’t know Damien Black. He was still an enigma. Frustration gnawed at me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved the blankets off and stood. My body moved before my mind could reason with it, leading me straight to his room. I needed answers. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to sleep—just like I hadn’t for the past two nights. He had royally screwed me over. And I hated him for that. God, I wished I hated everything about him. But fuc

Hailey The moment his lips crashed against mine, my world shrank—narrowing to a single, all-consuming sensation. Damien Black's lips. That was all I could register. All I could feel. All I could focus on. He kissed me like he owned me. And maybe, in his twisted, sick perception, he did. The worst part? I was starting to believe it, too. Maybe I even liked it. When he pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily, the heat between us palpable. His lips were swollen—but not as much as mine. He had been a second away from biting them clean off. I felt his arousal pressing against me, the solid heat of his cock just there. So close. My gaze instinctively flickered downward, and my cheeks flushed. His fingers caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. "If you don't want this to go further..." His voice was low, barely restrained, thick with the weight of his desire. His storm-gray eyes were burning, smoldering as they held mine. "You should leave right now, Bunny." I sw

DamienIt would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now?This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.She was lethal. And I was indulging in every inch of her.Because for all her danger, she was fucking breathtaking. Round, perky tits. A waist that fit perfectly in my hands. A perfect ass, still red with the imprint of my fingers. A face to die for. Hailey Johnson had it all. And if she wanted to, she could fucking kill me, and I'd let her.I sank my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the way she went still beneath me. Was it fear? Maybe. But