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Isadora’s body shuddered, her nipples twitching within their hands while her mind fired at her to pull away. Her pussy leaked helplessly, warning her. That is not just wrong. This… this thing that was happening between them was terrible, and it could lead her to her dead end. Yes, dead ends that both brothers would not hesitate to pull her into. As wrong as she felt this situation was, Damian didn’t see it as that. Because all he wanted was to have his mouth on her nipples, part her legs wide, shove his finger into her pussy, and fuck her tight cunt silly while his brother watched.

She let go and leaned back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up. Damien let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her crotch; he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked back down to her crotch. She looked down to see what had amused him so much and then she cursed. The light blue of her denim had turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans. Before she could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and sniffed. He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her gaze. She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep red. When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he

But every time my phone buzzed and I smiled at Adrian's messages, I felt Damian watching me from across the room, his expression unreadable. On Wednesday evening, I was curled up on the couch, reading one of Adrian's recommended art books, when Damian emerged from his study. He'd been holed up in there for hours, working on business I wasn't privy to. He stopped when he saw me, eyes narrowing. "What are you reading?" I showed him the cover. "Book about Caravaggio. It's actually fascinating—" "Who recommended it?" His voice was too casual. I hesitated. "A friend."

ONE Tulip's POV. Tonight was when I would lose my virginity to Damian, my boyfriend, my mate. He had been patient enough to wait ever since our mating ceremony, and I made a secret deal that when I get the approval to be a Coach to Hockey Dreamers players, I shall be ready for sex. I applied the red lipstick on my lips, ensuring I was good to go in the mirror before exiting the dorm room. I was locking up when; "And where is the nerd going, dressed like this?" I heard the voice of Xavier Grey, my childhood bully and Damian's cousin who was also his greatest rival.

"Or would you like me to strip here to prove that I am not the woman named Camila you speak of?" Damian took a step back, his face deathly pale. Is it possible I’m truly wrong? Could my guilt be creating this illusion? he thought. Yet his heart kept screaming that this woman was his wife. "I will prove it," Damian said in a heavy voice full of both threat and desperation. "I will find out who you really are, Sheina Blake." Sheina smiled, and this time her smile looked almost pitying. "By all means, Mr. Xavier. Spend your money on that. Meanwhile, I will continue to create works that remind the world how fragile people like you truly are."

Now she looked like… a diva in a size 4 body… a pear shape that Damian’s coat could not hide from his almond eyes, long sexy legs that would look perfectly hot if thrown above his shoulders, and a face so fine he could cum from watching her squirm in pleasure while she trembled beneath him. Yep. That was wild, but somewhere in the darkest part of his heart, he had envisioned the nastiest things he shouldn’t have when Damian said he was bringing her home. A few years back. Maybe two or three. He had stumbled upon her I*******m page. Weird, but he created an I*******m page for the first time in his life but it was to stalk his best friend not so naive sister. His gaze lingered on hers for a mo

"I saw the way your pupils dilated. I saw the way you bit your lip until it turned white. You wanted me to grab you then, didn't you? You wanted me to put you over my knee for staring at what doesn't belong to you." I felt Damian shift behind her, a warning growl vibrating in his chest. I ignored him. He was weak. He was fighting it. Me? I was embracing the fire. "I've spent four years dreaming about what you look like under these clothes," I confessed. "I've jerked off in that shower you use, imagining you were on your knees in there, soaping up my cock, choking on it until you couldn't breathe and tears ran down your face. I've imagined stretching you out on my workbench in the garage, usi

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

Damien didn’t laugh this time but he just smiled. “Yes, his name is Xavier. I know you will not want to hear this, but we have been intimate… I’m sorry Damien, I didn’t know.” I said, as a stray tear fell from my cheek. Damien suddenly took me in his arms and held me.