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I Couldn't Feel Anymore
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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
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Last Updated : 2024-09-21My Bruised Heart Denial Is Your Best Friend
DOM I didn’t know how to process her behavior this morning. She hadn’t spoken to me. Hell, she hadn’t even looked at me. And I shouldn't have cared. Except, for some fucked-up reason, I did. I had been in her room. That much I was sure of. But I had been drunk, right? Maybe I drank myself stupid and snuck into her bed, touching her in ways that only half counted as consensual. I ran a hand down my face. Fuck. Something was seriously wrong with me. I almost took a hammer to my own hand for falling prey to my desires. But then—then—she told me she had dreamed of me. And the way she blushed, the way she bit her lip… Did she know? Had she been awake the entire time? I wanted to ask her, wanted to demand she tell me what she remembered, but she had holed herself up in her room the entire week. And I had let her, too much of a coward to face whatever the fuck was happening between us. I should feel guilty—and I did, kind of. I had treated her like shit after she had a panic attack
Last Updated : 2024-09-22My Bruised Heart Bleeding F*cking Heart
DOM First-day classes were a drag. I could hardly concentrate on anything, and it pissed me off that I was disappointed about not having any classes with Miles. I shouldn’t have been. I was trying to stay away from her anyway. The confusion invaded my mind all day like a sickness with no cure. I didn’t even know how I survived afternoon practice. Coach had us running drills like we had personally offended his ancestors. I was lucky to walk off the field in one piece, considering the glares of death I got from my teammates. By the time I got home, dinner had already started. Miles wasn’t at the table. My father’s sharp gaze flicked to me. "Where is Miles?" Ms. Valentine looked up from her wine glass, her expression unreadable. I frowned. "She's not in her room?" My father shook his head, his voice losing its usual warmth. "No. When I sent for her to come down for dinner, I was informed she hadn’t arrived home yet. Why is she not with you?" Shit. That tone? That meant I
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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,
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*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
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*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
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*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
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*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
