All Chapters of OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The sound of the elevator’s ding and her voice felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on my heated skin. My pussy still throbbed and pulsated from the depth and heat of his thrusts, while I bit my lower lip, praying this was some cruel dream. Behind me, I felt Damien freeze immediately. He didn’t pull out, or release me, or loosen my binds. He only hissed low, probably so she wouldn’t hear, “Don’t move. If she doesn’t hear anyone, she’ll wait.”I wished so badly that it would be the case, but as usual, I wasn’t so lucky, and Blair was a fucking menace. “Damien? Where are you? Please tell that stupid attendant I can come in here….I need to spend the night, after all. Or, you can even fire the idiot. Who does he think he is, trying to stop me for fucks sake?This is why I don’t like poor people….they’re so fucking useless,” she called….no, yelled at the top of her voice like it wasn’t part two in the dead of night, the sound of her heavy stomping got even c

DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.Grief was a funny concept.It could make you do anything… unethical. When Mom died, my mind took me to a dark place, a place I swore I’d gotten out of so she wouldn’t worry. However, the second she got buried, everything suddenly hurt all over again. Nora doesn’t know it, but after Helen gave birth to me, she didn’t go down without a fight in her quest to take me from my mom. Instead of taking the money offered to her, she went to the judge, an overly emotional woman who thought it would be wise if I lived with the woman who carried me for nine months.I remember it all like it happened yesterday. Mom’s cries as they handed me to Helen, the way she collapsed in dad’s arms from terror, because she knew something I came to learn later…..Helen was as evil as it came. The judge granted one week's custody to see if I would adjust to Helen, but I could not even spend four days with her. I was three, living in a run-down, leaking house with a stoic, brooding man who

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.By the time I’m done talking, I’m nearly out of breath. It feels like I've run a marathon. Is this what it feels like to pour your heart out? Damien hasn’t said a word; he just stares at me for what feels like the longest time. “Say something…" Please,” I said with a nervous chuckle, but to my surprise, he did the last thing I expected.Damien lets go of me, his hands no longer around my waist and wrist. He makes me stand to the side, then, before I can blink, he’s walking away from me and out of the bedroom. My mind feels blank, and I don’t know what to say. I can only watch helplessly in surprise with each step he takes away from me. He doesn’t bother shutting the door either…..I knew it. You’re such a fool, Nora. This is what happens when you open up to someone: you should have kept your stupid mouth shut. Now, he’s going to think you’re a freak… and he’s going to break up with you.Way to go with that pathetic monologue!Wait…why am I in here? If he’s going

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.My right hand grabs the erect, thick, long cock in front of me, my eyes avoiding his because I’m too shy. The second I touched it, I swear, it jumped into my arms, making me almost jump too. Damien chuckles slightly, the sound blending into a moan. That’s when I remember my glass is on my face, but before I could take it off, he stops me with a grunt. “No…leave it on.”With a nod, I grabbed his cock with my other hand, but still, I could barely wrap my hands around it…. It has not even entered my mouth yet, but it’s this thick?“If you want to stop, we can stop.” He offers, but again, I shake my head, moving closer to lick his tip. The taste of salt spreads across my tongue from his pre-cum, it’s an acquired taste, but surprisingly, it doesn’t gross me out. I lick it again, growing bolder from the fact that he’s much harder. “Fuck.” He grunts, head thrown back slightly. I stared at him, suddenly transfixed by how beautiful he is, and how powerful it feels to be i

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.The wind of the cold morning air whipped past my clothed skin while I raced past cars and trucks, headed for the one place I knew a man as conceited, self-righteous, and self-glorified as the mayor of Seattle was. I stopped right in front of my building, the words ‘Lush Life’ displayed boldly at the top greeted me before my bouncers at the gate.“Good morning, boss.” Ernest bowed, along with his colleague, but I barely acknowledged them. I was too fucking angry to do it. Marching past all of them, the sound of moans, grunts, and groans greeted me the second I stepped in, along with the sight of naked bodies as people fucked all around me.The place was packed…as usual, sex was good business, especially for the elites, married women whose husbands were too shy to please them, and people who wanted to dabble in something unusual. Voyeurism, BDSM, everything was on the table.“Ahh, boss….you’re in this branch?” Claire, the head server, greeted, balancing a tray of