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My Bruised Heart F*ck My Life
* WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT and SCENES OF A PANIC ATTACK* DOM I was just about to turn in for the night when I heard a knock on my door. I sighed, dranging myself out of bed, slightly wincing. I'd just made myself comfortable dammit. Practice was brutal today as well, my muscles aching and burning with every movement. Walking up the stairs almost fucking killed me. I was ready to knock out. Whoever was disturbing me had better have something important to say. Making my way, I took slow, painfilled steps. I must have been too slow because a pounding sounded, making me jump. Fuck, they were gonna get an earful. I swung my door open and Miles rushed past me, starting to pace in my room. "What the fuck?" I shouted, my hand still on the doorknob. I opened my mouth ready to tell her to get the fuck out, but something was wrong. Her eyes were wide and panicked, her breathing erratic and her hair disheveled. She was scratching at her chest like she wanted to claw something out. Slow
My Bruised Heart Beg For It
*WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT* MILES I honestly don't know what came over me. I just knew that I wanted him. Needed him. I went to him out of desparation because I felt like he could be the one to help me gain back my control. Because sometimes, I could tell I could have power over him. If I tried enough, he'd give in. And that's exactly what he did. The wetness gathered from watching him come undone because of me was dripping down my thighs. It was cute that he tried to resist me, but it didn't take long for him to snap. When I started rubbing my clit with his load, his eyes darkened to russet. He licked his lips as he stepped forward, cock still out, and dropped to his knees before me. Running his hands up my legs smoothly, he stopped at my inner thighs and spread them wider as his eyes watched my fingers. His eyes went from my sex to my face, watching my reaction back and forth, just looking. Was he not going to make a move unless I told him to? No. That wasn't it. He was
My Bruised Heart Welcome To Branshire
MILES I woke up drenched in sweat. The nightmares had started again. It was always the same thing. I would be on the edge of my freedom, and then my feet would get stuck to the ground. When I looked down, inky, blackness bubbled at my feet, pulling me in. I would sink until I was fully submerged and would start to suffocate, the ink filling my lungs, becoming my blood until I was darkness itself. I was trapped. The clock on my nightstand read 4 a.m. I went ahead and dragged myself out of bed. I might as well stay awake. Today was Monday, which meant it was the first day of university, and I'd be riding with Dom. I had stayed out of his sight the rest of last week, my mother's too, using the excuse of having a stomach bug. I was able to avoid dinner as well. Maverick himself brought up soups for stomach aches. "You should still eat," he'd tell me. "Give your body the strength it needs to fight the sickness." His kindness still threw me off. I didn't know how to react but to give
My Bruised Heart Denial Is Your Best Friend
DOM I didn't know how to take her behavior this morning. She hadn't talked to me at all, let alone look at me. I didn't know how bothered it would make me.She had stayed holed up in her room since her birthday. I tried not to feel guilty about kicking her out right after the mind-blowing sex we had, but it weighed on me the more she stayed in her room. Was she avoiding me? She looked sick when she entered the kitchen this morning, gaunt, like she hadn't gotten any sleep. And fuck, I felt guiltier than a mother fucker. She was obviously going through some serious shit and I just treated her like some whore. I mean, she did initiate it but still, even if she opened the door, I ran right through it. My dad really cared about her. I knew it was because of my lost baby sister. Ten years ago, my mother was pregnant with a baby girl but the delivery went south and we lost both of them. It didn't help that Miles had features similar to my mother. Black hair, olive skin, and her eyes... th
My Bruised Heart Kneel
*WARNING VIOLENCE AND ABUSE* MILES I stared at Dom's number, which was now saved in my phone, then at Maverick's, whose number was also added, as I sat in bed. I'd never had so many numbers saved in my life. My mother had gotten me this old flip phone years ago, stating that I needed it only for when she called. She had started to get annoyed when she'd kick me out for an entire day and no way to call me back for her bidding. "I call, you come. That's it," she'd said. So for a while, her number was the only contact in there. Then it was Kenzie, and when I started my job, the diner. Now, two more people were added. I couldn't help but feel a little happy. Maverick insisted everyone exchange numbers after dinner. He apparently didn't like the fact that I walked home, and I could see him getting close to chewing Dom's ass out for it. Dominic looked surprised that I shifted the blame from him, and honestly, it offended me. What would I stand to gain from him getting in troubl
My Bruised Heart Partners In Crime
MILES I waited for Dom to get out of practice, spending time in the library. Classes had been hell. I tried my hardest not to bump into anyone or lean back on my chair, but it was all wishful thinking. It did feel much better than it had this morning. Having it wrapped up made it easier to move and to bear. It was also hotter than the devil's ball sack outside, so I kept to the shadows like I was some vampire. Dom had tried to find me during lunch, but I didn't have it in me to face him just yet. Even though I was avoiding him, I couldn't help liking that he texted me. Dom: Where are you? Miles: Why? Dom: I want to check your back again. I flushed at that one. It almost seemed like he cared. But I knew the truth. He felt sorry for me. Miles: I'm fine. Dom: Miles... Miles: See you after practice. I closed my phone and put it in my bag, ignoring the constant buzzing. I had to silence it because it was disturbing my last class. When that ended, it was two forty-five.
My Bruised Heart I Shouldn't Have
DOM Why didn't she want to tell me who did it? I understood not talking about it, but I wanted to hold the person responsible. Personally. Seeing her back this morning did something to me. A dangerous rage I hadn't known since the day my mother died resurfaced, and I wanted fucking blood. I could do it too. I could make whoever was responsible pay dearly and get away with it. I studied law, and I knew full well what I was capable of. But she wouldn't tell me. I couldn't exactly blame her. Did I really even care? Fuck. I did. I did fucking care. I didn't want to care but I guess I just couldn't help my damn self now could I? I found myself thinking about her all day, wondering what her troubles were. Her worries. Her likes and dislikes. If she ate enough, or drank enough water. It was getting ridiculous. I tried to tell myself to get a grip but in the end, she felt like the grip. Seeing her back was just the nail in the coffin and an overwhelming urge to protect her flooded my vein
My Bruised Heart I'm Nothing
MILES The week passed by quickly. With my classes, which were on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, I hardly spent any time at home. Wednesday and Friday were my off days, but Dom still had morning and evening practice, his only free day on Sundays, and had insisted I go with him. He was an excellent caretaker. Maybe too excellent. He rebandaged my back every chance he got. His hands were always careful, gentle, and sometimes I could feel his fingers run along the nape of my neck before he'd look away and finish up. We didn't say much to each other during those times, but I could tell he was biting his tongue on the matter. I hadn't asked him to kiss me anymore either. Not that I didn't want to, just that he was quick to leave after he was done. Dominic wasn't avoiding me like he had before, and he wasn't being an ass either. He'd just ruffle my hair and tell me he had to go before I had a chance to say anything. So, I guess, in a way, he was avoiding me. I couldn't blame him
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