All Chapters of OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The document sat heavily in my lap, the weight of it resembling lead. I swallowed, my eyes rummaging the black words on white paper, Damien's voice replaying violently in my mind like a broken record I didn't want to turn off. Dominant, Submissive….and my stomach did another nauseating flip that had nothing to do with the fever.“Is…this some sort of sick joke?” I asked, my heart darting up so I could make eye contact with him. I waited to see it…anything…a glimmer of amusement in those eyes, or something that would make me believe this was a joke. But there was nothing….he was dead serious.Damien didn’t laugh. He simply crossed one leg over another, folding his arms so his muscles flexed as he stared at me. My nipples pebbled at the sight of it, my thighs trembling no matter how hard I tried to hide it. He looked utterly bored, save for the predatory gleam in those eyes.“A joke?” he chuckled, the sound humorless as it came from a hollow pit. “I don’t have the

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.He gives a small low, the keys rattling slightly as he inserts them in the hole. I watch him, my heart in my mouth, not with fear, or terror….but with anticipation, curiosity, and desire. ‘Curiosity kills the cat, Nora.’ My subconscious whispers. At that moment, the door opens with a click, Damien’s hand on the handle holds it before it can pull open by itself.He sends a final glance my way, eyes searching my face as if looking for something, before he pulls the door open. without breaking eye contact. The moment the ragged door is thrown open, a sharp inhale resounds from someone that sounds like me. My legs liquify, the sight before me…..it’s….nothing I expect. The room is red, literally. The walls are covered with blood red paint, wooden drawers are all around, and a four-poster bed is in the center.The bed has silk sheets, and the color of the walls. I take a step in, interest piquing. Not once terror….a fact that surprises even me.I stepped inside, my ba

SEATTLE?!NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“Seattle?” I echoed the word through gritted teeth, annoyance, and shock coursing through me. Damien doesn’t flinch. If anything, the guy literally smirks at me, hands still inside those pockets, a sense of annoying calm about him. “Yes, little saint….Seattle.” He repeated.“Why the hell are we in……I was literally in a mall a couple of hours ago. A mall in Washington! How the hell did you bring me here?” I rush out, barely breathing…..oh, shit. What am I going to tell my mother?“It has not been a couple of hours since you passed out, Nora.” He said, as if stating the obvious.“What….” My eyes turned into saucers. “Well….what’s it been….like three hours since?” I asked with an uneasy chuckle, willing myself not to tremble or hiss.“Two days.” My ears are bleeding, or tingling, or screaming because I think I just heard him say the words, two and days together. “Excuse me? How the hell…?”“My doctor says the fever ate too deeply into your body, which w

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.The sound of the slap echoes like a vicious thunder clap. Before I can blink, I’m placed between her and her mother, my eyes settled on a shocked Nora. She clutches her cheek, tears welling in her eyes, filled with sorrow.“Welcome home, Nora.” I hear that fucker, Asher speak, his tone mocking, and raw on my skin. Gritting my teeth, I force myself still. If I punch the bastard, it’ll make things worse for Nora. “Care to explain to your mother what you’ve been doing out of the mansion for the past two days and a couple of hours?” he continues.“Mom…i….I can explain.” She gasps, rushing past me to grab her mother's hands in a placating manner. “I fainted. At the mall Asher sent me to two days ago, someone accused me of theft, and no one believed me. They even called the cops and threatened to take me to jail.No one listened to me, no matter how hard I cried. He…” she turned to me. “He saved me. But on the way, I fainted; the fever had gotten to me. And by the ti

YES, MASTER… DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. Master… That word… and the fact that it fell from her lips. A couple of women have called me that, but when they did, all I felt was a sense of gratification because they’d given their bodies to me. But when she says it……fuck. My heart did a flip, blood rushed to my ears; my veins throbbed, and my soul felt painted with even more darkness. I stared down at her, at my little saint. The way she looked at me, her hands flat on her naked thighs. She was bare for me. On a spot that held as much meaning as this, Nora was on her knees; ready, waiting, and asking me to fuck her. I wasn’t going to do that……I couldn’t fuck her. I needed to ruin her. For myself, for Asher, for everyone else. I didn’t answer. I reached down, kicking the phone a little further away from her thigh, and my hand reached the back of her neck. I grabbed it, pulling her head upward so she couldn’t breathe unless I granted her air. Her face reddens, her breathing turns heavy,