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My 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Make Me
MILES "Hey, I thought it was girls only!" Kenzie whined, crossing her arms as she leaned against her black SUV. I shrugged apologetically, shifting on my feet. "Maverick insisted we take them with us. Plus, I've been wanting you to meet Marcus. I'm sure he's you in another universe." She pursed her lips. "Doubtful." "Oh, just wait. He's definitely a character." Kenzie huffed, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. "I wasn't really in the mood to deal with children today, but if it makes your rich daddy happy, then fine." "Don't call him my rich daddy!" I groaned. "Miles, the man adores you. My own parents, who love me very much, don’t make me bagels in the morning. Plus, I wish my parents would force me to spend money. I'm happy he treats you like royalty, but I'm still jealous. It's a toxic trait," she grumbled with a shrug. I rolled my eyes. "He just said he's always wanted a daughter, but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s just a kind man." Kenzie gave me a fla
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart A Favor
DOM She was watching me. I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face the whole drive to the mall. Every time I turned to look at her, she didn’t even try to pretend otherwise. She just stared, unblinking, like she was waiting for me to crack. Was she thinking about last night? God, I hoped so. I had no regrets. I should have—fuck, I knew I should have—but I didn’t. If I had another chance, I’d do it all over again. Maybe even take it further. I caught the way her little white skirt had ridden up in my peripheral vision, exposing more of those long, olive-toned legs. It took everything in me not to stare. I may have groaned and protested about coming shopping with her and her friend (who seemed to hate me), but the truth? I wanted to come. I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to know her. I’d spent weeks running from her, dodging my own feelings, afraid of where my attraction would take me. But now, sitting in this car with her so damn close? I wasn’t s
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My Bruised Heart And Then Came Miles
DOMINICI didn’t realize how loud it was in my head until everything else went quiet.The sound of lockers slamming, cleats against tile, water running in the showers—none of it touched me. I was stuck. Floating somewhere between rage and guilt, fear and this fucking ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.Marcus walked in, tossing a water bottle onto the bench beside me.“You’re spiraling.”“Wow. Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Phil.” I didn’t look up. “Where the hell have you been?”He sighed and plopped down next to me. “Dealing with Mommy Dearest.”That was all he said. I didn’t pry. Not here. Not yet. Not with our teammates still around. The walls had ears.He patted his lap. “Come on, lay back and tell me all about it.”I grimaced. “Dude, no.”“You know you want to. You’ve been giving me those ‘comfort me’ eyes for days. It’s calling to me.”The way my eyes were slapping his face—over and over—“Don’t deny me.”I didn’t want to talk about it. But fuck—I needed to. Everything from
My Bruised Heart Who Was She?
DOMINIC I heard it. "She's fucking crazy. Like--an actual psycho," said Tanya's friend. Followed by: "Did you hear what she said? She basically risked her life for the adrenaline." "Kinda wicked though. She's got a serious vag on her to pull that kinda stunt and come out with a few broken bones." "Right? I think I love her. Who is she?" Exactly. Who was she? Her shoulders didn’t slump anymore. Her eyes didn’t wander the floor. She didn’t shrink from whispers—she stood taller, looked people dead in the face. It should’ve made me proud. It should’ve felt like progress. But all it did was twist something deep in my gut. Because it almost cost her everything. I watched her walk out of that classroom, head held high like she hadn’t just shaken an entire room of people without even raising her voice. She was becoming someone else. Someone harder. Sharper. And maybe that was the point. Maybe that was how she survived. But it scared the shit out of me. Because I remembered the
My Bruised Heart The Psycho
MILES Lunch was over way too quickly. The second Dominic and I stepped out of the library, the stares returned like they'd been waiting for us. Silent, sharp. Hungry. Added by the whispers. "Think she's the jumper?" "What kind of psycho jumps off a cliff unless they’re trying to die?" It shouldn't have bothered me. And it didn’t. Not really. But the attention? The spotlight? That made my skin crawl. The worst part was that Dom looked like he was barely holding it together. His jaw ticked every few steps. His hand twitched at his side like he wanted to grab mine. Like maybe that would ground him. Or maybe it would ground me. It didn’t even matter what they said. They were going to talk. They were going to look. Not because of me. Not just because of me. But because of him. Dominic Black. The golden boy, the prince of the campus—was hovering over the broken girl who looked an awful lot like the one who jumped off a fucking cliff. Earlier in class, I heard people whisp
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
