I wanted to break away from her, be free... but why did she step on all my plans? Why did she want to keep me chained to her? She made me numb for the longest time until I met Dominic Black. He made a fire spark in my empty chest. He made me feel things, things I'd never felt before. I wanted to have him... except, he would now be my new stepbrother. Just another thing my mother took from me.
View MoreDOM What was I gonna do with my fucking self? I was starting to feel like I was in a place between not knowing who I was and finding out who I could become when I was around this woman. It felt like fucking witchcraft or something. All I wanted to do was be inside her and stay there. That was all I wanted to do since I met her, except now, now there was more. Now I wondered what her favorite color was. Now I wondered which of all the books she's read was her favorite and why? Not to mention how I felt like shit every time that fucking tower hovered around her like a damn drone. The guy followed Miles around like a lost puppy, and it pissed me off. She wasn't waiting in front of the library like she usually did when I drove up after practice, so I went inside to find her since there was a huge possibility that she was asleep. I wished she was asleep, but no, she was there in the back of the library, at a table for two, giving silent, cute little hee hee's and pushing him playfully
MILES *WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT* He was fucking crazy. I had just told him about my flawless record, and he still wanted some action while the professors were in the room? I understood that we were just in a heated make-out session, but sometimes things can get in the way. Like these damn professors. That's how I felt, but I was still spreading my legs for him as his fingers skimmed my inner thighs. I never in a million years thought I would be doing things like this in a closet while there were people in the room, our university’s professors to boot. I knew why. It was because my core still burned for him to touch me. Because despite worrying about getting caught, the thrill of the possibility had me opening up for him. It couldn't have been anyone else. I only wanted him badly enough to do something like this. His eyes were dark like aureate as his lips parted. He was excited. I could tell by the way his pupils were blown and the slight flush of his cheeks. He wanted to touch me
DomFuck, I missed her. She'd only been mad at me for a day, but it felt so long. Miles not speaking to me or even looking at me drove me up the fucking wall. Marcus at least got a few glares from her, but I got nothing.I told her not to care about me, and that's exactly what she did. She made me feel like I didn't exist. It had only been a day, and I had convinced myself that I could live like that.Thinking about it, I wasn't being fair. I cared about her all day and night, and I knew she felt it from me. Yet I had the nerve to try to cut her off. I was an idiot.But, if I had never found out about her mother, I probably would have left things the way they were. And now, I had a sick sort of happiness that there was something in the way of our parents getting married. I had hoped and prayed that they wouldn't work out. I wanted it to be anything, any reason, big or small, to break them up.And I had gotten exactly what I wanted. I just hadn't expected it to be at Miles's expense. I
MILES I told him everything. All of her schemes, even how she threatened Momma Jay's. I told him when it started. How she handled things when people asked questions. I opened up my dusty box and pulled everything out for him to see. It had just poured out of me, and I couldn't stop myself. His eyes had remained on my the entire time, filled to the brim with a calmness I could only dream of. There was no judgment in his gaze, only understanding. I had been afraid of him not believing me, or if he did, that he would blame me or hate me for it. Or that he would go to my mother and Maverick and tell them that I must have been crazy to make up such a story. "Miles?" I blinked and tuned back into the conversation. I hadn't realized he had said something to me. "I'm sorry, I'm just... processing." Dominic gave a little chuckle even though there was nothing to chuckle about. "Me too. Did you happen to get any evidence? If we want to take her down, we'll need it." There was defini
DOM I was silent for several seconds trying to process what hell this woman was saying to me. Not even the sight of her delicious legs under that skirt I told her not to wear wasn't distracting enough. I hung onto every word, and it sounded crazy. It sounded like she was insinuating that her mother had something to do with his death. "Is that not how he died?" I asked her carefully. I had to be cautious with how I perceived this information. I needed every detail before making assumptions. "That man was as healthy as a horse. He was thirty-seven and constantly bragged about his fat percentage. His death didn't make sense. But I knew my mother worked at the hospital. She knows how to make things look." Something inside my chest was twisting in what I could only call dread. It couldn't be true. She wasn't that crazy right? I pictured Ms. Valentine's small frame in her dresses and fretting over wedding designs and catering. She didn't look or act the part. "How did you know it
MILES I felt like a different person. The moment this man got close to me, my heart went on a rampage, and my body felt flushed with excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, I wondered how I would feel if he touched me right now but quickly banished the thought. I was afraid of what would happen afterward. I was already anxious because of the little stunt Marcus pulled, but when Dominic was this close to me, when his smell dominated my senses, it was all I could focus on. It was such a stupid thing to focus on given the damn situation. "Is. It. Her?" His deep tone was making my brain fry, and the heat coming off his body was making me dizzy. All I could do was nod. The absolute rage that consumed his eyes as he looked down at me was palpable. He craned his neck to the side as if he wanted to stretch the tension gathered there. "That explains a lot." He was angry, that much I could tell. I just didn't know if it was at me for being weak or at my mother for obvious reasons. "How l
MILES "You guys coming to The Cliffs this weekend? There's supposed to be a wicked storm coming through. A buddy of mine said the view is superb for a bonfire on the north end." "Won't the waves get too crazy? The north end is too close." "That's the thing. For some scientific reason, the waves don't touch the north end. It never has. My buddy says it's Branshire's tradition to bonfire during a storm. The parties are known to be epic." "Small town folks sure are creative... but I'll take the bait. Pick me up at eight." The Cliffs bonfire. That's all the whole of Branshire University talked about. I couldn't even concentrate on my assignments in the library because students left and right were too excited about some stupid storm. I gave a frustrated sigh and dug around in my bag for my headphones. Exams were coming up, so the library had been busier than ever, and it was beyond annoying. I'd almost cussed out a few people already but decided moving to a different spot was
DOM Something was happening right before my eyes, and I had no idea how to go about it. Marcus almost never said things without reason. Even a joke or his teasing always had relevance. He liked to control mindsets and steer them in the right direction... or sometimes the wrong. He was quite good at it. It didn't take me very long to figure it out when we were younger, but when I did, I found myself much more knowledgeable about people and situations. I could read the room by looking at it from his perspective. It was a necessary skill I needed in order to succeed in law, so I learned quickly. Sometimes, I'd let him steer me, and sometimes I didn't. I knew he always had the best intentions for good people. But the ones who crossed him, the ones who stepped on the weak... Well, his intentions for them were not so good, and I knew that made him dangerous. I had known he knew about Miles's abuser and suspected Miles had told him not to tell anyone. He found out about her back
MILES Marcus came and got me for dinner. I wasn't hungry at all, but I knew Maverick would be expecting me. He now made it a personal mission to make sure I ate. If he noticed the way my mother looked at me in disdain, he hadn't shown it. "Come on, Miles. The fight couldn't have been that bad," said Marcus as we descended the stairs. The fight wasn't bad at all. In fact, I would have preferred it to be a big fight rather than these stupid feelings that caused the ache in my chest. Now I was resentful. "It wasn't," I replied. "We simply made our... situations clear." I heard something along the lines of "What a fucking idiot," but I couldn't be sure since Marcus had mumbled it under his breath. "Well, are you okay?" Before, I always had a quick answer to this question. I'd say, "I'm fine," or "Yes, but this time my heart clenched. I was not okay. I was far from okay. Everything I had built to protect myself felt shattered, and now I have given more people control over
MILES Slap! The sharp sting of my mother's hand fizzled on my cheek. "What did you say?" Her voice was so low I felt it came from hell itself. I swallowed before turning my head back to face her. Her fair skin was flushed in anger, and she almost matched her dyed strawberry blonde hair. She was a petite woman but as fit as an athlete. She ran four miles every morning to keep her perfect figure nice and tight, and she was beautiful with soft blue eyes, a small nose, and full pink lips fit perfectly inside her pale, heart-shaped face. At least, that's what she looked like when she wasn't seething in anger. She looked almost feral with her lips curled, baring her teeth and her eyes wide and wild. I looked nothing like her. I stood at least a foot taller than her with olive skin and long, straight black hair that reached my ass. If I did have anything from her, it was my mouth, full and pink just like hers, but other than that, no one would assume she was my mother. She hate...
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