Share

A**hole

Penulis: River Audra
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-08-29 03:28:32

*WARNING DEPICTION OF PANIC ATTACK*

MILES

I stumbled through the mansion’s endless corridors, each step heavier than the last. My head was a battlefield of chaos, the torment different—inside me. I needed to be alone, so I tried every door until I found an empty bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door and leaned against the cool tile. The room was vast and sterile—a temporary sanctuary from the judgment of the world outside.

I forced myself toward the large mirror on a lone wall. My body trembled as I turned, expecting to see the latest map of bruises and splatters: large, vivid circles of purple, green, and red. And there they were, a cruel mosaic I’d tried so hard to hide.

A gasp tore from my lips. Everyone had seen them—maybe even people from school. Panic surged, raw and familiar. I swallowed hard, trying desperately to muffle the rising terror. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this. I didn’t want anyone to know I was weak.

"Don't forget, Miles, you're nothing."

My mother's voice echoed in my mind—haunting, relentless. Like a ghost with unfinished business, it clawed at my self-worth. I clamped my hands over my ears and crouched down, wishing I could shut it out.

Time lost meaning as I waited, hoping, praying that the panic would subside, that her voice would fade to nothing. But it didn’t. Instead, the words hammered at me again and again, until I knew I had to escape this prison of my own making.

I pulled on my beer-soaked flannel and, with trembling fingers, unlocked the door. Stepping back into the crowd, I was disoriented. Kenzie was nowhere to be seen. The mansion was so enormous—I couldn’t even locate the entrance we had come in through. The noise of voices and laughter was drowning me, and I felt my body heat rise as if my lungs were being squeezed shut. I clutched the flannel tighter around me. Were my bruises still exposed? Could everyone see the evidence of my daily beatings, the constant reminder that I was nothing but a broken doll?

I searched the chaos frantically until I finally spotted a door that led to the darkness of night outside. Without thinking, I bolted for it. My lungs burned as I ran, bumping into strangers, not caring if I passed out. The grass under my feet was a welcome distraction—a fleeting sense of freedom—until a loud moan startled me and sent me sprawling to my knees.

I gasped for air, my throat clogged as I clutched the damp grass. Only strained, short gasps escaped me as I tried to steady myself. In my mind, my mother's words roared: "You're nothing."

"What's wrong with her?" a muffled voice asked from beside me, but I couldn’t tell. I tucked my knees in, trying desperately to retreat into the safe confines of my own little box—the one I had so carefully built to keep the pain out.

"Fuck off," came another deep, muffled voice. I heard protests in the distance, but they were swallowed by the pounding of my heart. I rocked back and forth until I let go of the grass, clutching my flannel as if it were a lifeline.

"Get in your box, Miles. Get in your box."

But my lungs felt tight, and panic clawed at my mind. I was losing control. Was it possible to die from panic? A part of me, so twisted and numb, even wondered if death would be a welcome escape.

"You're nothing."

I whimpered, "I'm nothing," barely audible. In that dark, ragged moment, I thought I heard something—a faint, broken whisper... "Ju... br..."

Then, something warm touched my face.

"Brea—"

My eyes snapped open.

"Breathe!" a voice commanded, urgent and soothing.

I took a deep, desperate gulp of air, as if emerging from underwater. I opened my eyes to see golden eyes—amber, honeyed—staring back at me. "That's it," he said softly, "just breathe. In and out. Nice and slow." His voice was a balm, deep and steady, vibrating through me like a gentle tremor.

I followed his instructions, drawing in long, deep breaths until my pulse finally began to settle. Slowly, I became aware that my hands were entwined around his wrists—fingers clasping like a lifeline—and the comforting presence in front of me belonged to the same man who’d once poured his beer on me.

Dominic.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to lean into the sincerity in his eyes. I let the warmth of his hands calm the chaos in my chest. But then the panic, the shame, and the haunting memory of abuse surged back, and I shoved him away, causing him to stumble onto the grass. His surprised face mirrored my own.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted, then—without thinking—added, "No, fuck you!" I smacked my forehead. "Fuck... that's not what I... you're still an asshole but thanks."

My words were tangled, my thoughts a jumbled mess of alcohol and panic. I didn't even know what I was trying to say.

He smirked as he got up. "Which is it?" he asked coolly.

I sat on the plush grass, looking away as I tried to piece myself together. I was in a garden now—the mansion's hidden sanctuary. Somehow, I’d escaped into the night. I didn't recall how I got there, but the overwhelming panic had forced me out.

I knew I had to leave, but just as I began to stand, Dominic's voice cut through the silence.

"So you're not a swindler?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, forming a wall around myself. Now he wanted to know if I was a swindler—how convenient. "No, asshole, I just learned from the best. It's not my fault you showed your insecurities."

He took a step toward me, eyes flashing a warning. "Careful."

Something about his tone ignited a spark—a challenge, like he’d laid a chess piece on the board and dared me to make a move. I wasn’t one for mental games, yet I knew exactly how to play them. I had grown up under my mother's cruel rule, and now, that fire of defiance flickered inside me.

I scoffed. "Or what? You got another drink to spill?" I teased, unable to resist.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile, making my heart skip a beat. Why did he look so damn good in his plain T-shirt and jeans? Why did his eyes, dark and intense, make my stomach flip?

"I'll admit it wasn't my finest moment, and maybe I didn't expect you to wipe the floor with my ass, but I showed horrible sportsmanship last time," he said lightly, as if it were nothing more than a minor slip.

I studied him, my anger mingling with a strange sense of excitement. "Is that supposed to be an apology?" I challenged, raising my eyebrows.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "It was just a little beer. You brought my mother into it," he shrugged, as if that justified everything.

I forced a laugh, bitter with envy. "So you're a child. Noted," I muttered, hating the sound of my own voice.

"Seeing as you keep testing me, either you don't know who I am or you're just plain stupid." He took another step closer.

His eyes raked over me slowly, making me feel simultaneously exposed and desired. And for a fleeting second, I wanted him to keep looking—wanted to be seen for once.

"Yes, I'm sure you're very special. I just don't care," I egged, desperate to hold onto the feeling.

He stepped even closer. "That would be a mistake."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not scared of you."

"Maybe you should be." His tone was low, laced with challenge—daring me to continue.

Under the moonlight, his dark hair looked deliciously disheveled, and his lips bore faint traces of pink—reminders of recent passion. One I had rudely inturrupted.

"Not in the slightest, asshole," I retorted, my voice edged with defiance. But my body betrayed me, squirming as his heated gaze made me weak.

I watched him intently, the twitch of his mouth, the playful glimmer in his eyes—every detail seared into me.

"That's the third time now," he noted, his tone softening slightly, a dangerous promise in his voice.

"Third time that what?" I asked, holding my ground. I knew he was edging closer, but I refused to back down.

He stood directly in front of me now, and I became painfully aware of how much larger he was—how he towered, a silent reminder of my own fragility.

"That you've called me an asshole. I don't think I like it." His voice was deep, resonant, and it made my insides shiver.

I smirked through the hurt and challenge. "It has a nice ring to it," I countered.

"You're pretty fucking mouthy." He said it with a chuckle that was both teasing and taunting.

He smelled of bourbon and sandalwood—a heady, intoxicating blend that made me lean in, desperate for more.

"Take away 'fucking mouthy' and you almost made a compliment," I whispered near his ear, my hand twitching to touch his chest.

"Don't make me mad, sweetheart."

My heart hammered as he murmured that mock endearment in my ear. Did he mean it? Was his hand already sliding to rest on my waist?

"I'm shaking in my sneakers," I said, voice laced with sarcasm. But it wasn’t a lie—I was shaking. Not out of fear, but pure, unfiltered excitement.

"Pretty bold coming from someone who just had a panic attack." His lips, soft and inviting, were nearly within reach—I wanted to taste them.

I flushed, hissing under my breath, "That's a low blow," I paused for effect, "... asshole."

Suddenly, he gripped my jaw, his hand firm around my chin, his hold on my waist steady but gentle—enough to make me feel both secure and exposed. My body responded, every nerve singing under his touch.

"What's wrong? Too soon?" he murmured, his lips hovering near mine.

I forced out a laugh, gripping his shirt. His eyes were intense, dilated with something dark and delicious, and he ran his tongue over his canines. I shivered uncontrollably.

"I think," he said, voice husky, "you should be taught a lesson."

I cursed myself for not fighting him off—part of me wanted to, but the thrill, the heat, the dangerous game had already taken over. And I knew—I was playing with fire. But I wanted to burn.

"You know what I think?" I said, raising my hand to his face, roughly swiping my thumb over his stained lips. He simply hummed, his gaze fixed on my mouth. "I think you should fuck me."

River Audra

Read on loves... xoxo

| Sukai
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi

Bab terkait

  • My Bruised Heart   Greenhouse

    MILESWARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENTHis honey-coated eyes cut to mine, dark with a question. A hesitation. A hesitation I didn’t want.I needed him to want this. I needed him to take me apart, to drown me in something hotter than this constant emptiness. I needed an escape from my mind, a distraction from the crushing weight of reality.A single moment passed before he crashed his lips into mine like a storm on a rampage. He tasted like beer and cinnamon, rough and raw against my tongue, and suddenly, nothing had ever tasted better.This kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was primal. It was hunger.His hands roamed my body, sliding down my curves before gripping my ass, yanking me forward, forcing me to meet the hard length pressing through his jeans. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, and he swallowed it whole, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip, sucking until it was sore.I reached between us, palming him over the denim, feeling just how thick he was.Fuck.A

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-08-31
  • My Bruised Heart   You Smell Like Piss

    MILESMy eyes snapped open.A pounding headache greeted me, followed by the sharp sting of dehydration clawing at my throat. Light filtered through green-tinted windows, casting eerie shadows across the room and making my temples throb in protest.Heat.Soft puffs of air fanned across the top of my head, warm and steady.Wait.I stiffened.I fucking didn’t…Heart racing, I swallowed hard and slowly—ever so fucking slowly—lifted my head, dreading what I would see.The first thing I noticed was the broad chest beneath my palm, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My fingers involuntarily traced along the hard muscle, then drifted upward, brushing over the sharp edge of a jawline dusted with light stubble.His eyebrows were perfect—dark, thick, and slightly furrowed even in sleep. His complexion was lighter than mine, kissed by the sun, his deep brown hair a tousled mess over the pillow.For a second—just a second—I was struck by how fucking beautiful he was.And then reality hit me lik

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-02
  • My Bruised Heart   Eat Your Vegetables

    MILESShopping with my mother was fucking exhausting.Every second in her presence was a carefully choreographed performance—fake smiles, forced laughter, and the ever-present threat of a sharp slap behind closed doors if I dared step out of line. She played the doting mother, whispering sweet endearments while digging her nails into my arm, just deep enough to leave marks.By the time we made it home from picking out dresses, stopping at the salon (which she hated because the stylist dared to call me naturally beautiful), and buying shoes, I was running on fumes. My stomach twisted with hunger, and I had to clench my jaw to stop it from growling like a wild animal. I hadn't eaten since my shift at the diner, and that was... fuck. When even was that?As much as I hated this night, dinner couldn't come fast enough.For once, I was looking forward to something.I kept my head down as we drove through the nicer part of town, pressing my fingers into my thighs to distract myself from the g

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-03
  • My Bruised Heart   You?

    MILES Damn it. Dominic Black was still as handsome as he was yesterday, and seeing him now in crisp black slacks and a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms, made my stomach twist with something I wasn’t willing to name. Worse, he was the spitting image of his father. Which meant my mother and I had the same fucking taste. I forced myself to focus on my plate, stabbing at my vegetables while my mind raced with panic. My mouth told me the food was buttery, smooth, practically melting on my tongue. My brain said it tasted like sandpaper. I had royally fucked up. He kept glancing at me. I could feel it. The weight of his stare burned into my skin, making me itch, making me want to shrink in my chair. He was probably wondering what the hell happened last night just as much as I was. But somehow, it felt like he was blaming me. Like I had orchestrated this whole thing. Like I wanted to wake up in the same bed as him, tangled in plants I

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-04
  • My Bruised Heart   You Dirty Girl

    MILES "Wait, so let me get this straight. When you disappeared last night, you were trying to find your way out but ended up in the garden. Then, in the garden, you ran into that disrespectful asshole who threw your fairly earned money at you, and you ended up fucking him? And then you went to dinner today and found out that same asshole, who you just fucked last night, will be your new stepbrother?" I left out the bit about my panic attack. There was no need to cause unnecessary worry. After dinner, my mom only drove a few blocks away before kicking me out because she had 'things to do.' I'd never been more thankful that I wore flats instead of the heels she bought for me in my life. I walked straight to Kenzie's because... Well, I had to tell someone. "And I'm pretty sure he has a vendetta against me now," I added. Kenzie sat across from me on her bed, legs crossed, arms folded, eyes narrowed in full interrogation mode. I waited for the explosion. She looked back at me with sus

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-05
  • My Bruised Heart   Momma Jay's

    MILES “Hey Kenny, slow night so far?” I asked as I stepped into Momma Jay's 24-hour diner. The scent of butter and syrup wrapped around me, as familiar as my own skin. The jukebox hummed low, playing some old blues song in the corner. The place was half-empty—just a few late-night regulars hunched over coffee, stirring cream into their cups like the act alone would keep them awake. It should’ve felt normal. But something was wrong. Kenny was behind the counter, wiping down an already spotless surface. His chocolate-brown eyes flickered to me, then to the floor. He looked uncomfortable. He never looked uncomfortable. I froze. “Miles,” he said carefully, like he was picking each word out of thin air. “I didn’t think you’d be coming in tonight.” I blinked. “Why not? I called yesterday to pick up a late shift since I had that family dinner, remember?” He nodded, shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah… but I thought Momma Jay had told you.” Something crawled up my spine. “Tol

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-06
  • My Bruised Heart   There Was Nothing

    MILES My mother was unusually quiet for the next few days. No insults. No orders. Not even a glance in my direction. And it was driving me fucking crazy. She wasn’t ignoring me out of kindness. No, that wasn’t her style. This was something else—something calculated. A new way to get under my skin. A different kind of punishment. It was working. I felt like I was pacing myself into madness, wearing a trench into the thin carpet of my room. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the anxiety of not knowing when the other shoe would drop. Or maybe it was the suffocating realization that, despite everything, I was still waiting for her to acknowledge me. Like a fucking idiot. She had better things to do, anyway. Like preparing to move into the mansion with Mr. Black. Apparently, the man was so eager to merge our families that we weren’t even waiting until after the wedding. He insisted it would help us all bond. Like we weren’t just strangers forced under the same roof. I wouldn

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-07
  • My Bruised Heart   It's A Lie

    MILES She returned about an hour later, rolling into the driveway in a sleek, pearl-white car. It caught the streetlights just right, gleaming like a trophy. I watched from my bedroom window as she stepped out, heels clicking against the pavement, her expression unreadable as she popped the trunk and pulled out a for sale sign. She had bought a new car. She was selling the house. My stomach twisted. Was I being sold too? During the hour she was gone, I had spiraled. First, I cursed at the ceiling. Then, I punched my mattress until my knuckles throbbed. After that, I paced—back and forth, back and forth—trying to make sense of it all. Trying to convince myself that there was sense to be made. Then, I sat on my bed and took deep breaths, forcing myself to remember: You’re still breathing. You’re still here. I showered. Got dressed. Even put on a little makeup to hide the dark crescents under my eyes. Even though my escape plan was ruined, I still had tomorrow. Tomorrow, I turned e

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-09

Bab terbaru

  • My Bruised Heart   She Thought She Knew Me

    KENNY Miles acted like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t unraveled in my arms. Like she hadn’t called my name with my hands on her skin, my mouth against her throat. Like she hadn’t begged me to make her feel something. And fine. I could play along. But I wasn’t stupid. The way her fingers hesitated sometimes when she reached for something. The way her gaze flickered, just for a second, when I got too close. The way her lips parted when I made her laugh, like she had almost forgotten she could. She hadn’t forgotten. I could tell my the way her cheeks would flush when my hand brushed hers. She was pretending. And I let her. I still made her coffee the way she liked it. I still teased her when she got flustered. I still called her Mimi, just to see the corner of her mouth twitch in that almost smile. She never pulled away. Never put space between us. But I knew where the line was. And I never crossed it. Until today. I was behind the counter at the diner, wipi

  • My Bruised Heart   It F*cking Mattered

    *WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT* KENNY "You can't take it from me," she whispered. Her voice curled around my ribs. Tangled in my lungs. "But you can give me something else." My throat bobbed. “Miles—” “Something to feel.” And there went my self-control. Miles barely had time to breathe before my hands were on her—gripping her waist, yanking her against me. My mouth crashed against hers, and she took it. Took everything I gave like she had been starving for it. A low moan hummed from her throat, vibrating against my lips, and fuck—I was already gone. I had wanted to kiss her for days. Wanted to feel her. Wanted to take away her pain. Her fingers slipped into my hair, nails scraping my scalp, pulling, tugging, making me groan into her mouth. “Kenny,” she breathed, and I felt it. Felt her heat. Her desperation. The way she arched into me like she wanted to climb inside me, crawl under my skin and stay there. I grabbed her thigh, hoisting it up, pressing my k

  • My Bruised Heart   The Light In Her Eyes

    KENNY Her eyes were hauntingly beautiful. A storm in a purple sky. Lavenders on a cloudy day. Such beautiful damn eyes. If only they held a little bit of light in them. I remembered the first time she walked into the diner. It was late afternoon, the kind of heat that clung to your skin like a second layer. I thought she was a customer at first, so I grabbed a menu and made my way over, only for her to throw her hands up, a nice coral blush tinting her ears. “Oh, I don’t have any money,” she said, biting her lip. “I saw the help wanted sign and wanted to apply.” Her hair was windblown, strands sticking to her forehead from sweat, and she smelled like the sun… and honey. It wasn’t perfume—just her. Fresh, a little wild, like she had been running through an open field before stepping in. I should’ve said something. Anything. Instead, my brain short-circuited as I followed a single bead of sweat trailing down her freckled cheek, over the curve of her jaw, disappearing beneath the

  • My Bruised Heart   Silence

    MILESDominic met my stare with something unreadable in his golden eyes. Even as I pulled him closer, still, he held back."Scared?" I dared, knowing he liked a good challenge.But instead of that knowing smirk—the one with those delicious dimples—he inhaled through his nose and gently pulled my hand from his shirt. He stepped back until he was leaning on the nearby bookshelf.I had expected him to come stomping into the library like a storm barely leashed, dragging his rage with him. I had expected his sharp tongue, his impatient sighs, his suffocating protectiveness that had only gotten worse since I woke up in the hospital.What I hadn’t expected… was this.Silence.Now, he stood in front of me, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, jaw tight, eyes stormy. I had chosen the farthest, most secluded corner of the library to eat my lunch, but of course, he found me anyway.Of course, he did.I swallowed my last bite of an apple and leaned back against my chair, resting my good a

  • My Bruised Heart   Guess I Really Am A Psycho

    MILES Maybe I thought I would be prepared to return to university. Maybe I believed that after everything, walking these halls would be easy. I had decided to go despite myself, just to prove a point. That I wasn’t weak. But that weakness crawled out from the dirt I buried it in as soon as I entered my first class. I had spent the morning in the library, hidden in the quiet while Dom and Marcus were at practice. It was the first time in weeks I had been truly alone—no watchful eyes, no questions, no hovering hands. Just silence. Then, I left. And as soon as I walked—no, limped—into my first class, the whispers started. You would think the stares were because of the brace on my ankle, the sling keeping my shoulder in place. But no. It was because Dominic Black had his hand on my waist, his grip steady as he helped me to my seat. "Who the hell is she?" Someone whispered. "Why does she seem so close to three of the hottest guys in school?" "She’s probably fucking them." "No,

  • My Bruised Heart   F*cking Ridiculous

    DOM I felt like a fucking puppy. Following Miles around like gum on her ass. If she went to her room, I hung out in the hall. If she went to the library, that’s where you’d find me. And now? Now, I was leaning against the wall outside her bedroom door at four in the damn morning on a Monday. Fucking ridiculous. She had insisted on going back to school. Much to my—and my father’s—dismay. “Miles,” I’d said, already knowing I was wasting my breath, “you don’t need to—” “I’ve rested long enough, Dominic.” I hadn’t even argued. Not really. Because fuck, it felt good to hear her say my name. She was here. She was breathing. She could have whatever she wanted. As long as she wanted. Even if it meant standing here, waiting for her stubborn ass to open the door— The lock clicked, and Miles stepped out, limping. I let her get three steps before I reached behind me and revealed the wheelchair. She stopped. Looked at it. Then at me. Yeah, she was pissed. “Yeah, n

  • My Bruised Heart   He Wasn't Blind

    MILESThe first thing I noticed was how empty my arm felt.For weeks, the IV had been a part of me, a tether keeping me here. But now, as Nurse Hilda carefully slid it from my skin, I was free."You’re all set, sugar," she said, her warm hands smoothing over my arm, gentle in a way that made something tighten in my chest.I had gotten used to her voice—her presence. Hilda was the only reason my mother didn’t have more time alone with me. Every visit, every lingering moment where Candice might have tried to poke and prod at my weakness, Hilda would swoop in, checking vitals, fluffing pillows, telling long-winded stories about her family.And I had let her.Because I knew what she was doing.And I liked her for it.She smiled as she set aside the IV. "I sure will miss those gorgeous eyes of yours, sweetheart. You remind me of my brother, you know. He’s got dark hair too."I blinked.A strange pull tightened in my gut, something like a whisper of familiarity. "Oh?"Hilda’s grin was all s

  • My Bruised Heart   Rage Becomes Her

    MILESDid this happen to all survivors?Did they wake up feeling like a new person? Like they’d been reborn?I thought maybe I’d be disappointed.The surprise?I wasn’t disappointed at all.I was relieved.Opening my eyes, seeing everyone… it made me so relieved.At first, I didn’t know why. But then my mother hugged me.Tears streamed down her face like she was glad I had made it. Like she wouldn’t have known what to do without me.And maybe that much was true.But I wasn’t going to be her punching bag anymore. I wanted to be something else to her. Something much closer to her heart than she had ever allowed me to be.I was going to be her pain.I was going to be her suffering.But most of all…I was going to be her weakness.---"You fucking bitch!"Kenzie’s voice snapped through the air like a gunshot.She took a shuddering breath, setting down the cup of coffee that I guessed had been for me before she crossed the room, murder in her eyes."I want to fucking hate you right now," s

  • My Bruised Heart   She Died

    *WARNING METAPHORICAL DEATH OF SELF* VIOLENCE*MILESI was weightless.Calm.Still.And I think I loved it.I floated on something endless, something vast. No light, no dark. Just quiet. I was neither here nor there. No pain, no burden, no fear.I just... existed.And that was all I had ever wanted—to simply be.But the thought alone woke something inside me, something long tired of staying quiet.A sharp tug behind my navel knocked the breath from my lungs.I gasped—only to find I had no lungs, no air to take in, no body to feel the pull of gravity.Then—Pain.The sensation of falling hit me all at once, a rush of sound and wind slamming into me before I landed on my back in a green field. The impact sent a dull ache through my bones, a feeling so jarring after that endless nothingness that I barely registered the voice—"Fucking finally."I jolted upright.And I saw—Me.But not me.She was everything I wasn’t. Everything I had never been.Her long black hair cascaded down her back

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status