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My Bruised Heart Enjoying Your Smut?
DOM I meant to casually walk past her room like I didn’t give a damn, but instead, I lingered at her door like some fucking creeper. Miles sat curled up in a chair in the corner, her legs tucked beneath her, completely absorbed in a book. She wore those tiny cotton shorts that disappeared beneath a sweater two sizes too big, the wide neck slipping off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of golden skin. Was this what she wore to bed? Jesus Christ. I should have turned away. But I didn’t. Instead, I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. She was reading Dark Love, some cheesy romance novel. My lips twitched. Seriously? Did she actually buy into that happily-ever-after bullshit? That love conquered all? Then she squirmed and clenched her thighs. I stilled. Her face flushed, her breath hitched—Oh. So that’s the kind of book it was. My smirk grew as I stepped inside, making my way toward her. She was so caught up in it that she didn’t notice me right behind her
Last Updated : 2024-09-13My Bruised Heart Little Raven
MILES Dominic Black was full of shit if he thought I couldn't see past his asshole facade. I saw it in his eyes—the way he flipped like a switch, slipping from interest to indifference, from curiosity to anger. They were emotions I knew well. Except, lately, I found myself feeling nothing at all. I thought maybe I could spark something up by reading some dark romance. For a moment, I had escaped into the book. I felt. Just felt. And then, of course, the sexy asshole who would be my soon-to-be stepbrother invaded my space and yanked me out of my peace. I hadn't meant to make his nose bleed, but it was his fault for sneaking up behind me while I was in the middle of a steamy scene. He had it coming. Still, I felt bad. I'd never made anyone bleed before. Instincts I didn’t know I had had taken over, and at first, I’d been shocked. He didn’t deserve my care, let alone my kindness, but… I was already on the receiving end of someone else’s pain. I’d be damned if I became the cause of an
Last Updated : 2024-09-14My Bruised Heart I Couldn't Feel Anymore
MILES TRIGGER WARNING: Anxiety, Panic Attack, Abuse When I returned home, the sky had darkened into that deep indigo just before true nightfall, and my body was exhausted. Kenzie had dragged me all over town, determined to make me feel something for my birthday. She took me to every shop that caught my eye, bought every book my fingers lingered on for more than three seconds, and forced me to eat so much cake I thought I’d be sick. I should have felt full. Instead, the weight in my stomach was leaden, making my every step feel sluggish as I climbed the stairs to my room. Kenzie had been so proud of herself. "You're not the boss of me, Miles Valentine. I'll spend my hard-earned money how I like, thank you very much," she huffed when I tried to protest. I let her. I didn't have the heart to tell her that gifts wouldn't fix the pit inside me. I made it to my room, nudging the door open with my foot, my arms full of the bags she showered me with. A small part of me clung to the th
Last Updated : 2024-09-15My Bruised Heart Breathe
DOM I was just about to turn in for the night when I heard a knock on my door. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed, wincing as my muscles protested. Practice had been brutal, my body sore and heavy like a goddamn lead weight. I had just gotten comfortable, and now someone was banging on my door like their life depended on it. What the hell? The knocking turned into pounding. I swore under my breath and yanked open the door, ready to chew out whoever it was— But then Miles rushed past me. What the fuck? My hand stayed frozen on the doorknob, my mouth open with whatever insult I had ready, but the second I turned, my words died in my throat. Something was wrong. She was still in that damn sundress. The soft yellow fabric hugged her curves, the tie straps slipping slightly off her shoulders as she moved. But the girl in front of me wasn’t the teasing, sharp-mouthed Miles from dinner. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown so big they swallowed the silver in them. Her breathing was e
Last Updated : 2024-09-16My Bruised Heart F*ck My Life
DOM "Are you trying to?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her question caught me off guard, and the small flicker of light in her gorgeous eyes sent something sharp and fluttering through my chest. I clenched my jaw. "No," I lied. I wasn’t trying to. Not really. It wasn’t like I cared or anything. Anyone would help if a person was struggling, right? It was just common decency. Except the way she looked at me now—something shifting behind those stormy lavender eyes, something I couldn't quite name—it felt like she saw straight through the bullshit I was trying to feed myself. A beautiful coral blush spread from her shoulders up her neck, dusting her cheeks as she looked away and bit her lip. The sight of it was too much. I felt my fingers twitch with the need to do something. Fuck. Fuck, she was beautiful. Why was I still holding onto her? She was fine now. I needed to let her go. "You should have just ignored me then," she muttered, avoiding my eyes.
Last Updated : 2024-09-17My Bruised Heart And I'm Sorry
MILES Dominic Black was full of shit again. It had made me squirm, the way Dominic's golden eyes darkened and raked over me as I sat kneeled in front of him. I could see it happening in his eyes. Every delicious, forbidden promise he was making to me. To my body. I wanted him to do it, to just pull me up from the floor and make me forget what a broken human being I was. I was one minute away from taking control of the situation, from taking hold of the large bulge in his sweats, but the way he had paced after kissing me like he had made the biggest mistake of his life made me hesitate. But I could see it. The absolute power I could have put over him. It wouldn't have taken much from me to make him break. I knew it because I felt the same way. I just wasn't fighting it like he was. That secret thrill of what being with him would destroy made me buzz. I should have done something. I should have grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me. Should have dragged my lips along h
Last Updated : 2024-09-18My Bruised Heart Power
WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT MILES "Miles," a voice whispered, deep and husky, tinged with the unmistakable scent of liquor. I furrowed my brows and took a deep, sleepy breath, hovering between dreams and consciousness. "I shouldn't be in here," he murmured, his breath fanning against my ear, warm, heady. "I shouldn't want you..." A hot, heavy hand gripped my knee, sliding past my thigh, his thumb dipping beneath the fabric of my shorts. "...but I just can't help myself." Then I felt him. His solid chest pressed against my back, his strong thigh slotting between mine. His scent wrapped around me—sandalwood and something darker, something forbidden. Dominic. He was in my bed. Excitement coiled deep in my belly. I should have woken up. I should have gasped, turned to face him, asked him what the hell he was doing. But I didn’t. I wanted to know just how far he would go. How much restraint he had left. Or if he had any at all. So I stirred, arching into him in encouragem
Last Updated : 2024-09-19My Bruised Heart Sounds Like A Real Psycho
MILES I woke up drenched in sweat, my breath coming in sharp gasps. Sitting up, I pressed my hands to my face, trying to shake the lingering tendrils of my nightmare. But something felt off. My body was thrumming, my skin overly warm. I squeezed my legs together, remembering the way his hands had been on me—Dominic, in my bed, whispering filth in my ear, his fingers— No. I shuddered, forcing the images out of my mind. It was just a dream. Except… I swallowed hard, my pulse still frantic in my throat. It felt too real. The weight of his body, the rough desperation in his voice. The way my name had sounded when he groaned it. But it had to be a dream. Right? I gripped my head, digging my fingers into my scalp. Get a grip. I had bigger things to worry about than some overactive imagination. The nightmares were back. The same ones that plagued me whenever I got too comfortable. Just when I thought I could breathe, I’d dream of drowning in black ink, of being consumed. But this t
Last Updated : 2024-09-20
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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
My Bruised Heart Let My Anger Brew
*WARNING MENTION OF SUICIDE* DOM "Oh my god... someone just jumped!" No. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. A voice somewhere—distant, muffled—"A suicide?" I didn’t know who said it, but I didn’t fucking care. I was already moving. Running. Running toward her. Running to jump in after her. "Dom!" Hands grabbed me, pulling me back, and I nearly ripped them to shreds. Couldn’t they see? Couldn’t they fucking see? Miles was in the water. She was drowning. And I wasn’t there. I fought. I fought like hell. Marcus. I could hear his voice—his shouting—but it wasn’t reaching me. Because nothing was. Nothing except the weight in my chest. Crushing my ribs. Suffocating me. My legs shook and my mind spun. And for the first time in my life— I was fucking terrified. What if she didn’t make it out? What if this was it? What if I had to watch the ocean devour her? What if I never saw her again? What if I lost her? Fuck. I--I couldn't lose her. Marcus had to pin m
My Bruised Heart I Was Nothing
*WARNING! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* *SUICIDE ATTEMPT/TALK OF SUICIDE* MILES "You should just fucking die already. No one wants you. Oh and, don't call him again." I didn’t even hang up. I just dropped the phone and took step after step forward. It landed with a soft thud behind me, but I didn’t turn back. Didn’t reach for it. It didn’t matter anymore. My body was still moving, still breathing, still aching. But my mind? That had already given up. I couldn't tell the difference between pain and nothingness anymore—maybe they were the same. Maybe I was just too tired to care. My foot dragged against the gravel on the road to the Cliffs. I was supposed to meet the guys at the party to watch the ocean storm and hit the highest cliffside. I was supposed to be having a good time and finally let myself...be. But of course, not if my mother had anything to do with it. Tanya's words hit home. "You should just fucking die already." The words coiled around my throat, venomous, unsha
My Bruised Heart The Cliffside
*WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* DOM Something was wrong. I had been feeling it all night. The way my phone burned in my pocket. The way my gut twisted every time I checked my screen and saw nothing. No messages. No calls. No Miles. I had tried. Three times. Three fucking times, and she hadn’t answered. Marcus was already knee-deep in some girl’s attention, laughing, drinking, having a good time. But even he noticed. "Dude," he called over, watching me check my phone again. "She probably just fell asleep or some shit." I forced a half-smirk, pocketing my phone before I squeezed the back of my neck. "Yeah. Maybe." I didn’t believe it. Not even Marcus believed it because the bastard was dead wrong if he thought I hadn't caught him checking his phone as well. I knew Miles. She didn’t just disappear. Not like this. Not without a fucking reason. "Dom." The voice was too close, too familiar, and I already knew who it was before I turned. Tanya. Fucki
My Bruised Heart Everything She Hated
*WARNING VIOLENCE AND ABUSE * MILES My mother had been watching me all morning. Not in the usual way. Not with irritation. Not with thinly veiled disgust like she always did when I so much as existed in her space. No, this was different. She was calculating. I could feel it in the way she lingered in doorways, in the way her eyes flicked toward me at breakfast, in the way she adjusted her rings, twisting them around her fingers like she was thinking. Plotting. I had half a mind to ask her what the hell she was up to, but instead, I let her wait. Let her decide how she was going to approach me. And then when she finally did? I nearly laughed. "Miles, come with me." It was demand but it lacked her usual bite. Maverick had left early this morning on a business trip so it was a surprise she wanted to be near me at all. I arched a brow, barely glancing up from my book. "Excuse me?" She sighed as if I were the most difficult person in the world, then crossed her arms,
My Bruised Heart Not Now. Not Yet.
DOM I wasn’t getting enough of her. That was the problem. Miles had been right there—in the house, in the hallways, at the dinner table—but it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. She had been keeping her distance, not too much, not enough to be obvious, but just enough to make me ache. To make me want more. And I couldn’t have more. Not like I wanted. Not with my father watching. Maverick had been more observant lately. Not just with me, but with everyone. I noticed it at dinner. The way his eyes tracked conversations, the way his fork hovered mid-air as he listened. The way he watched Miles. She had been more talkative. Not forced, not in the way that would make anyone suspicious, but in a way that felt natural. Like she had finally settled into her place at this table. And my father? He had noticed. Not in a bad way. If anything, he seemed pleased. It made sense—he liked her, actually liked her. She was sharp. Smart. She could hold a conversation and keep up with him, somethin
My Bruised Heart I'll Survive The Costs
MILESThe venue was grand.Too grand.Every inch of it reeked of wealth—chandeliers dripping in crystal, tables lined in pristine white linen, golden accents catching the light at just the right angles to remind everyone just how much money had been poured into this production.And that’s exactly what it was. A production. A show for the people. For Maverick Black. For the perfect Valentine-Black union.I was supposed to be impressed. Supposed to stand in awe of the splendor.But I couldn’t bring myself to care.Because the real performance was happening off-stage between me and her.Candice was watching me. Not with open suspicion, but with patience. Like she was waiting to see what I would do next. I knew she had noticed. Knew she felt the shift.She just wasn’t sure why it had happened.Not yet.She waited until we were alone.The moment the men were out of earshot, pulled away by the wedding coordinator, Candice’s heels clicked sharply against the marble as she stepped closer."Do
