All Chapters of OH NO! I SENT MY SEX TAPE TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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I HARDLY CALL THAT MAKING LOVE.

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. Fuck That’s the one word on my mind after what we just did…What I just did. Nora pants before me, her soft body fitting perfectly against mine as she grabs onto the bike. I knew what I was doing. From the moment I walked into Stephan’s mansion, to sitting beside her, to aggravating Asher hard enough for him to ditch her so she would fall right into my lap. I planned everything. Except this one. Fucking her was never in the blueprint. I wanted to twist her mind, to plant the necessary seeds that would blow everything over….seeds that would push her from Asher, and into my waiting hands. But she just had to bite those rosy pink lips, she had to have this weapon of a body….she had to be a walking temptation. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I’d stopped right in front of my sex toy store, making sure she went along with me because I needed to see what she would do when she saw the toys strewn about. And I did. Those perfect orbs of hers lit w

A WAGER

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. I stood there for a moment, my heart thrumming wildly beneath my ribs. I felt mesmerized. She was utterly….beautiful when she came. Her eyes would grow as wide as saucers, and she’d become uncontrollable. I’d gone for script again and fucked her twice. Shit. The bare skin; the lack of barrier between us….another lapse. I never fucked a woman without a condom. It was too risky, too uncontrollable….I hated being in a situation I could not influence. I pulled my cock out of her heat, hissing under my breath at the loss of contact while she whimpered. I watched her while fixing myself. “Cover up,” I commanded, my voice flat as I watched her. My heart still beat wildly….what the hell is wrong with me? Her legs still trembled, so I held onto her….another thing I never did. I did not believe in giving a woman aftercare. We’d fucked, why do I have to stay after the deed is done? Were we going to talk about how the skies are blue? However, I could not leave her.

BIRTHDAY GIFTS

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched her reaction. The way her breath hitched, the way her eyes twinkled just as the rain seemed to freeze on her skin. I’d get what I wanted, but it would not only be because Asher was a coward playing king.But also because she believed he would be level-headed enough to like someone like her….someone without millions in her bank account.“I….I accept.” She swallowed, her jaw tight. A clear mist of uncertainty in her expression. “Because I know him…and you don’t.”I felt a sharp twist of dark satisfaction in my gut. You have no idea what you just agreed to, little saint.“Two weeks, Nora. Starting now.” I announced, my voice dropping to a gravelly rasp. I stepped forward once, my hand reaching out to trace the soft skin of her cheek faintly. It pinked under my graze.I wonder how well you’ll do under my whip.The frantic pulse of her heart reminds me of the raging heart I have currently. How many times will I have her until I'm satisfied?I fear two times

THOSE IN GLASS HOUSES DO NOT THROW STONES

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. The Porsche roared to life, splashing muddy water over my shins as it moved away towards the city lights. Asher didn’t look back. Not once. I stood paralyzed under the porch light, the material of Damien’s hoodie clinging like a second skin, underneath my layer of shame. “Miss Nora.” Old man Hugh called, his voice fragile even as he trembled. He stepped closer, holding the umbrella over my head. But the damage was already done. I was soaked in rain, in shame….in pain. “You should head to your room. You’ll catch a cold and something worse if you stay out here.” I didn’t answer. I just walked, allowing him to lead me in. My legs felt heavy, each step a reminder of the heat and friction Damien wrung; a heat that was quickly replaced by the icy, heavy realization that Asher had called me a whore. Again. I made it into the small foyer of my room, grateful my mother was not in yet. I couldn't face her like this or answer her questions. Peeling off the black hoodie,

BIKER BOYS

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. I’m on fire. No….quite literally on fire. When the morning sun rose, my forehead burned, my throat felt like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel and washed it down with sawdust. Just as the sun flared behind the curtains, pricks and needle-like pain wrecked my body. “Ugh.” A pained groan tore through me. I tried to sit up, but I swear the world tilted once I did. I had a fever. I knew why; I’d spent too much time in the downpour, my body ravaged and pushed to its limit by the visceral intensity of Damien Priest. My immune system, probably confronted with the aftermath of that and Asher’s words, had broken down. Looking to the side, my eyes widened at the sight of two pills, a glass of water, and a piece of toast. Noticed you were burning up. Eat, take the painkillers, and rest. I’ll bring you some soup later. -Mom. I smiled weakly. The sight

WALK IT OFF

NORA'S POINT OF VIEWAll of a sudden, the door was kicked open. Well, it didn’t just open; it was thrown off its hinges. I winced at the loud rattling sound of it slamming against the wall to reveal who was behind it.Asher barged into the room, dressed in a crisp white linen shirt and tailored slacks. He glanced at me once, icy blue eyes running over my body. He smelled of the same expensive cologne, an air of arrogance about him.He didn’t ask if he could sit. He plopped onto the mattress, the weight of him pulling my light, feverish body to him.“Still in bed, spider-monkey?” his tone was light, playful, and charismatic, as if he hadn't insulted and belittled me the night before. “We talked about this, Nora. Being difficult is not a good look on you.”“Asher.” I rasped, my throat hurting just as I swallowed the pills with the water. “I’m sick. I have a fever.”He reached out, the back of his palm pressed to my forehead for half a second. “You’re a little warm. It’s probably just th

IS THERE A PARTY?

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.‘Walk it off.’Even after he’d left, those three words lingered in the walls of my silent room. I felt two things, pain….crushing pain, both in the heat of my head, and the warm enclave of my heart; and despair….utterly, breaking feeling of loneliness. How could he just say that to me? Asher cares about me….I know it. The Asher I know would never let me move three steps anytime he knows I'm sick….maybe he’s still mad? That’s probably it. Asher is still mad at me, and if I do this well enough, he’ll forgive me.‘It’s not like you have a choice anyway.’ My subconscious but in. Grabbing a thick enough sweater, I pulled it on and rose to my feet. The second I did, I felt a wave of nausea mixed with black spots in my vision. “Shit,” I whispered, my hands finding my small study chair before my face would meet the floor. My back burned with the fever, pain like little pricks of needles travelled up my spine until it spread all over my body.‘Deep breaths, Nora….you’v

SHOPLIFTER

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?! No! I’m not a shoplifter…I didn’t steal anything.” I yelled, my throat hurting with each word, but I did not care. My head hurt even more, the feel of a bang going off multiple times inside, but I knew I could not pause. Just then, three security guards rushed forward, along with multiple staff.“We heard someone yell Shoplifter, and the alarms went off. What is going on?” one of the guards asked, his broad, hefty shoulders terrifying. He glared between Claire and me, who still latched onto me as if I were a flight risk.“This girl is a thief. She stole two limited edition earrings from my desk….the very ones our lifetime buyer bought!” she said, her lies rolling off her tongue.“You’re lying! I swear, I didn't steal anything.” I turned to the guard. For a second, the hard look in his eyes wavered. He stared at me with a soft, fatherly gaze, as if he believed me or wanted to believe me. My heart lurched to my throat, beating a mile a minute as I stared at

A DARK KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR.

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The handcuffs were ice cold against my burning wrists. My nose was constantly running, my head both ached and burned at the same time, my throat hurt… but what was worse, and most painful, was the pain of not being believed, and the pain of my shoulder socket almost popping from how hard the officer held onto me.“Please…I’m from the Collins mansion. If you let me call someone from home, this misunderstanding can be resolved.” I sniffled, the dark spots returning to my vision.“Save it for the station, girl.” The officer didn’t even look at me; he simply grunted.However, just as he grabbed me forward, I stumbled into a wall. No…not a wall…a fortress. The second I did, I felt a harsh rumble from his broad, muscled chest, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me up before I could fall.“What the hell is going on here?” I heard him hiss….and I froze. Goosebumps littered across my skin, my heart pounding and going into overdrive. Familiar dark, stormy eyes glared i

YOUR PENTHOUSE???

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“Your penthouse?’ I gasped, pushing my body as I tried to sit up. However, the moment I did, the throbbing from earlier returned. I clutched my head with a pained grunt immediately, shutting my eyes tight as if it would keep the pain contained. Damien’s hand was on my shoulder instantly, gently guiding me back in bed so I could lean against the pillows.“No….I need to get back.” I gasped, my vision spotting both red and white. “Asher told me to…”“Seriously?” He scoffed, his tone tight. “You’re still thinking of him?” My eyes sprang open. He stared at me as if he wanted to choke me, and keep me chained at the same time; those dark eyes held something….dangerous lurking beneath.“I…..you don’t understand.” I gasped, the words barely leaving my lips as he leaned close until the bridge of our noses connected. His eyes were closed, his chest rising up and down rapidly as he took huge puffs of air like a beast restrained.The air between us thickened, and my heart alm

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