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My Bruised Heart Don't Look, Man
DOM It was too damn hot for this fucking suit. The tie was too tight, and the people were too many. Why they decided to do a luncheon instead of dinner was beyond me. The summer was still in full swing, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Need a drink?” Marcus held out a flute of champagne, and I gladly took it, needing something to take the edge off. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal at my father hosting the luncheon in my mother’s garden. It was her favorite part of the estate. I was happy for him, of course, but it still felt like a slap to the face. “Where’s baby sister at?” Marcus asked, scanning the crowd. I, in no way, acknowledged her as my sister but answered him anyway. “I have no idea. I haven’t seen her all day, actually.” I had meant to visit her and check on her back again, but I didn’t know how to face her after yesterday. I felt like shit at her twisted confession of thinking she was nothing. I couldn’t stand it. I acted before I thought and just...
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart That. F*cking. Dress.
DOM WARNING: LOTS OF F-BOMBS, A SHIT TON OF DESIRE, AND POOR IMPULSE CONTROL It was too fucking hot for this suit. Too fucking tight. Too fucking public. Too fucking her. The heat wasn’t just from the midday sun beating down on my black dress shirt. It wasn’t from the crowd buzzing with their fake smiles, their hollow laughs, their constant chatter. It wasn’t even from the champagne that Marcus handed me, which I downed in one go. It was her. It was that fucking dress. I knew I shouldn't have looked. I knew Marcus was about to hit me with some wise-ass warning, but I still let my eyes follow his line of sight. I still let my gaze land on her. And fuck me—I shouldn't have. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached. That. Fucking. Dress. Who the fuck let her wear that? The square-cut neckline framed her perfect tits like a goddamn invitation. The lace sleeves hugged her delicate arms, crawling up her throat like some elegant fucking collar. But that skirt—the one that stoppe
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart I Had Him
DOM WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. I couldn't stop kissing her. Touching her. Smelling that fucking sweet honey scent. I'd eat her up. The alarms in the back of my mind were screaming, but they were fading, growing more and more distant. My sanity was losing against the heat of her skin. Had anyone seen me follow her? I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, and she moaned. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. Were we hidden? My hand traveled up her thigh, feeling the delicious heat between her legs, and the shiver that ran through her shot straight to my cock. Couldn’t care less. I shouldn't have downed all that champagne. I was an idiot for thinking it would calm me down. All it did was weaken my damn resolve. And now here I was, my tongue three inches deep in Miles’s mouth, trying to memorize the taste of her before I lost every last shred of control. Before I had to hate her again, so I wouldn’t want her. Fuck. I couldn’t ha
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Don't Tell
*WARNING: ABUSE* MILES The luncheon had dissolved into a drunken mess, the rich and polished losing their composure under the afternoon sun. I had to get away. I had to get out of that maze. Out of that heat. Away from him. Dominic didn’t chase me. My heels clicked furiously against the marble floors of the estate as I slipped inside. I barely made it past the grand staircase before kicking them off, clutching them in my hands. My dress—this fucking dress—felt like a vice, suffocating me under layers of fabric and lace. I needed it off. I rounded the hall to my bedroom. But as I neared my door, a chill swept down my spine. The light was on. I hesitated, heart hammering against my ribs. Slowly, I eased the door open— Marcus. He was sprawled in my reading chair, lazily flipping through one of my books. My smuttiest book. "Marcus!" I whisper-shouted, shutting the door behind me and locking it. “What the fuck are you doing here? And—give me that!” I snatched the book from his h
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Want To Know?
DOM It was unsettling. Marcus and I had just made it to the manor after practice on Friday, dragging ourselves up the stairs to sit on our asses and relax in my room, when he continued to walk to Miles's door and rapped on it before peeking his head in. I went straight to my room, trying to ignore the fact that he comfortably let himself in her room. I didn't know when Marcus and Miles had gotten so close, but I didn't like it. She didn't go to classes this week at all, and my father had been disappointed she hadn't shown up for her morning bagels. I was disappointed. This was the second week she'd missed school, but the genius wasn't behing in any of her classes. I'd gone to them to get her work for her, only to be told that she had already gotten them and turned everything in. I wanted to know why she hadn't been coming to school, but she wouldn't answer my texts. I couldn't blame her. I had no idea what she was going through, and I felt like I made a complete ass of myself an
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart I Always Break For You
*WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT DOM "That's why I asked, isn't it?" "I told you she'd become my business, and so she has." Well, that was fucking vague. Knowing him, that could mean anything. "What kind of business is she to you?" I ground out, trying to keep my calm and not lose it on my best friend over a girl I couldn't have. Marcus looked in the direction of her room, his eyes glazed as he licked his lips. "Maybe we enjoy each other's company," he said, sliding his eyes back to me, holding the bottle out to me. I took it and took several gulps. What the hell was that look? So they were fucking. Was he better than me? Did she like him more? I could see a smile slowly forming on Marcus's face as if he could see every fucking question plastered on my forehead. I had to keep repeating to myself that I didn't have the right. I shouldn't make it my business, but damn it, I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. Fuck it. I turned and figured I'd go straight to the source. I heard him la
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Little White Skirt
DOM I'd sadly figured out that I'd become lightweight. Waking up the next day with Marcus's arm flung over my chest, head in my armpit, and legs tangled with mine was painfully eye-opening. I'd come back from Miles's room smug, swigging more from the bottle and fingers smelling fresh of her cunt. But Marcus only looked me up and down with an eyebrow raised. "What happened to my book?" He asked, looking at his nails like he couldn't be bothered. They were NOT fucking. Obviously. So it was something else. Something I was still kept in the dark about. "I'll find out, you know," I mumbled, stumbling toward him to hand him the bottle. "You can't keep a secret from me for long. Also, fuck you." That made him smile like he wanted the challenge, but there was a hardness to his hazel eyes. A slight twitch in his brows. He wanted to tell me, and I had the feeling that it wasn't some small, petty little secret. Maybe it was something serious. Maybe it had to do with who was hurt
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Unfair As Fuck
DOM "Marcus," she called, still staring me dead in the eye. I tensed. That tone? That look? She was up to something. "Yes, dear?" Both my father and I shot Marcus a glare. "How old are you?" What the hell was she getting at? "I'm twenty. Just four months older than ass-face here. Why?" Marcus responded, pointing his thumb toward me while stuffing his face with french toast. "Language," my father muttered, not looking up from his paper. Miles tapped her chin, thinking. Too hard. She glanced at me again, tilting her head, an unreadable expression on her face. "Maverick," she finally said, her voice honey-sweet but sharp beneath it. My dad looked up at her, already charmed. "Yes, Raven?" I swallowed. "Do you happen to know how a bottle of 1905 Branshire—” Before she could finish, Marcus and I lunged. I slapped my hand over her mouth, blurting out some random, garbled noise while Marcus let out a loud, forced laugh, nearly choking on his food. Miles glared daggers at me, th
Last Updated : 2024-09-28
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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
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
