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WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTEEN
SAMANTHAI sat frozen at the table, my breath coming in shallow pulls. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling beneath my gown, and no matter how tightly I pressed my knees together, I couldn’t make them still.What the hell just happened?What in God’s name was that?My skin still burned from his touch, like an invisible flame had been lit under my dress.I could still feel him. The ghost of his fingers. The pressure. The slow tease. The way he owned me with nothing but a hand and silence.I couldn’t look at anyone. Not one soul.The room was still full of laughter and clinking glasses. And I sat there—shaken, silent, trying not to fall apart.Then I felt it. Audrey’s eyes.Her stare hit me like a cold slap, sharp and cutting. My breath caught in my throat. I looked up, almost afraid.And she looked away.Just like that—cool, collected, like she hadn’t been watching me crumble from her man’s touch. Like she hadn’t seen anything at all.But she had.God, she had.I reached for my wine glass,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-29WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTEEN
MASONAudrey snapped the second we pulled away from the house.“You bastard,” she spat, her voice shaking with fury. “You think I didn’t see what you were doing under that table?”I didn’t answer. I kept my eyes on the road, jaw locked tight, hands white around the steering wheel.“You touched her,” she hissed. “God, you actually touched her.”I felt her glare on the side of my face. The kind that could burn holes through skin.“That girl? Seriously? She’s a slut, Mason. A nobody. And you—” she laughed bitterly. “You’re trash.”I didn’t flinch. I deserved the words. Maybe worse. But I couldn’t make myself feel sorry.Because all I could think about was the way Samantha had shivered when I slid my fingers along her thigh. The way she didn’t push me away. Her breath catching, barely there, but I felt it. I felt all of it.It had been reckless. Stupid. A heat-of-the-moment thing.But once I touched her, I couldn’t stop.It was like my skin remembered hers—too soft, too warm. Too much.An
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-30WRECK ME QUIETLY SEVENTEEN
MASONThe rink was cold. Perfect. The ice stretched out in front of me like a blank slate, waiting for me to carve it up with every stride, every turn, every shot.It was early, way too early, but I needed this. Needed the space, the silence. Needed the ice to clear my mind.I pushed the door open and let the chill hit me like a slap across the face. I was the first one here, which was just how I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and the rink.Samantha’s face flashed in my mind before I could shut it down. Her eyes, her smile, the way she had looked at me the other night… God, I couldn’t get her out of my head.It wasn’t just the pull of her—there was something else. Something deeper. Something that made me want to run in the other direction and hold her close at the same time.I shook my head, skating to the center of the rink. I didn’t have time for this. Not now.The pressure was starting to get to me, the nationals coming up faster than I wanted to admit. I had to be sh
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-30WRECK ME QUIETLY EIGHTEEN
The bus rocked gently as it sped along the highway. I leaned against the cool glass, watching the blur of trees and endless road. My stomach was tight—not from the ride, but from everything waiting for me back home.I hadn’t been back in a year. And now, I wasn’t even sure I was ready.My phone buzzed in my lap.Macey.I sighed softly and answered. “Hey.”“Hey, girl.” Her voice was bubbly, like always. “I just saw a guy wearing socks with chicken wings on them and immediately thought of you.”I smiled for the first time all day. “God, why?”“Because you’re the only person I know who’d find that sexy.”I laughed. “You’re so weird.”“You love it,” she said smugly. “Anyway, what are you doing? Sound like you’re on transit.”I hesitated. “I’m on a bus.”“A bus? To where?”“Home.” I swallowed. “My dad’s… not doing great.”The line went quiet for a second.“Oh no,” she said softly. “You okay?”“I’m fine. I just need to be there.”“Of course.” Her voice lost all its playfulness. “Sam, I wish
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-01WRECK ME QUIETLY ONE
SAMANTHA“Take your dress off.”His words landed like a command. Not a suggestion. Not an invitation. Mason's voice was smooth and authoritative, as though I had no choice.I didn’t argue.I reached for the straps of my wine-red dress with trembling fingers. The fabric felt so smooth as it slid down my body, pooling at my feet. My skin prickled with a strange mix of shame and desire, as though I were stepping into a role I hadn’t asked for but couldn’t walk away from.I stood there, exposed in nothing but my lace panties. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, like I could somehow outrun this moment, like I could stop myself from wanting this.But I didn’t want to stop. I asked for it.Mason’s eyes flicked up slowly, his gaze dark and assessing. His stare lingered on me, unwavering, like a predator studying its prey. I hated how my body reacted—how my heart stuttered in my chest, how my pulse quickened.He looked at me like I was something he already owned.But I didn’t flinch.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-21WRECK ME QUIETLY TWO
SAMANTHAThe morning after always hits the same: a dull ache spreading through my limbs, a ghost of pleasure lingering just beneath my skin. I woke up in my small apartment, the sunlight barely peeking through the dusty blinds. The room smelled like my perfume and burnt toast.My body ached with every move, the soreness settling deep in my muscles. But it wasn’t a bad kind of ache. No, it was the kind that left a strange little shiver behind, the kind that reminded me of him.Unlike my past relationships—where everything was soft, slow, and coated in promises—with Mason, it was different.I craved the control, the way he took without asking but still made me feel wanted. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t gentle. But maybe that’s what made it feel so real. Raw. Sharp around the edges.I pulled the blanket tighter around my body and glanced at the nightstand. The envelope was sitting exactly where I left it—thick, neatly folded, a silent agreement. I reached for it, running my fingers across th
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-21WRECK ME QUIETLY THREE
SAMANTHAI woke up earlier than usual, but I was still tired. My body felt heavy, my eyes dry. I laid there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, willing myself to move.Eventually, I sat up and stretched, arms over my head, back arching slightly. A soft ache pulled at my muscles—a quiet reminder of the night before. Of him. Of us.I got his text after Macey left my place. He was turning this to an everyday ritual.I climbed out of bed and shuffled to the mirror.My reflection didn’t lie. I looked exhausted. There were faint shadows under my eyes, and my lips were a little puffy, still kissed raw. My skin held the faintest mark of his grip on my neck, a bruise in the shape of his fingers.I reached for my brush and started tugging it through my curls slowly, watching them spring back into shape. Brushing always calmed me. It made me feel like I was putting pieces of myself back in order.Today, I needed that.I picked a soft floral dress, cream-colored with pink blossoms scattere
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-21WRECK ME QUIETLY FOUR
SAMANTHAAfter class, I barely made it out of the building before Macey came bouncing up beside me, arms full of notes, a tote bag sliding off her shoulder, and an iced coffee threatening to spill.“There you are,” she said, squinting at me through the sunlight. “You’re glowing, girl. That dress is unfair.”I smiled, letting the compliment slide over me like a warm breeze. “It’s just clothes.”Macey gave me a look. “Sure. And I’m the queen of England.”We started walking toward the café across campus, our steps matching in rhythm. It was still early enough that the sidewalks weren’t crowded, just a few students scattered about, the hum of music and voices floating in the background.A familiar voice called from behind us. “Hey, ladies.”We turned to see Liam catching up. Tall, messy hair, wide grin. He had this boyish charm that made him seem like he belonged in a high school romance movie, the kind where everyone still believed in happy endings.“Statistics seminar survivor,” he adde
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-21
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WRECK ME QUIETLY EIGHTEEN
The bus rocked gently as it sped along the highway. I leaned against the cool glass, watching the blur of trees and endless road. My stomach was tight—not from the ride, but from everything waiting for me back home.I hadn’t been back in a year. And now, I wasn’t even sure I was ready.My phone buzzed in my lap.Macey.I sighed softly and answered. “Hey.”“Hey, girl.” Her voice was bubbly, like always. “I just saw a guy wearing socks with chicken wings on them and immediately thought of you.”I smiled for the first time all day. “God, why?”“Because you’re the only person I know who’d find that sexy.”I laughed. “You’re so weird.”“You love it,” she said smugly. “Anyway, what are you doing? Sound like you’re on transit.”I hesitated. “I’m on a bus.”“A bus? To where?”“Home.” I swallowed. “My dad’s… not doing great.”The line went quiet for a second.“Oh no,” she said softly. “You okay?”“I’m fine. I just need to be there.”“Of course.” Her voice lost all its playfulness. “Sam, I wish
WRECK ME QUIETLY SEVENTEEN
MASONThe rink was cold. Perfect. The ice stretched out in front of me like a blank slate, waiting for me to carve it up with every stride, every turn, every shot.It was early, way too early, but I needed this. Needed the space, the silence. Needed the ice to clear my mind.I pushed the door open and let the chill hit me like a slap across the face. I was the first one here, which was just how I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and the rink.Samantha’s face flashed in my mind before I could shut it down. Her eyes, her smile, the way she had looked at me the other night… God, I couldn’t get her out of my head.It wasn’t just the pull of her—there was something else. Something deeper. Something that made me want to run in the other direction and hold her close at the same time.I shook my head, skating to the center of the rink. I didn’t have time for this. Not now.The pressure was starting to get to me, the nationals coming up faster than I wanted to admit. I had to be sh
WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTEEN
MASONAudrey snapped the second we pulled away from the house.“You bastard,” she spat, her voice shaking with fury. “You think I didn’t see what you were doing under that table?”I didn’t answer. I kept my eyes on the road, jaw locked tight, hands white around the steering wheel.“You touched her,” she hissed. “God, you actually touched her.”I felt her glare on the side of my face. The kind that could burn holes through skin.“That girl? Seriously? She’s a slut, Mason. A nobody. And you—” she laughed bitterly. “You’re trash.”I didn’t flinch. I deserved the words. Maybe worse. But I couldn’t make myself feel sorry.Because all I could think about was the way Samantha had shivered when I slid my fingers along her thigh. The way she didn’t push me away. Her breath catching, barely there, but I felt it. I felt all of it.It had been reckless. Stupid. A heat-of-the-moment thing.But once I touched her, I couldn’t stop.It was like my skin remembered hers—too soft, too warm. Too much.An
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTEEN
SAMANTHAI sat frozen at the table, my breath coming in shallow pulls. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling beneath my gown, and no matter how tightly I pressed my knees together, I couldn’t make them still.What the hell just happened?What in God’s name was that?My skin still burned from his touch, like an invisible flame had been lit under my dress.I could still feel him. The ghost of his fingers. The pressure. The slow tease. The way he owned me with nothing but a hand and silence.I couldn’t look at anyone. Not one soul.The room was still full of laughter and clinking glasses. And I sat there—shaken, silent, trying not to fall apart.Then I felt it. Audrey’s eyes.Her stare hit me like a cold slap, sharp and cutting. My breath caught in my throat. I looked up, almost afraid.And she looked away.Just like that—cool, collected, like she hadn’t been watching me crumble from her man’s touch. Like she hadn’t seen anything at all.But she had.God, she had.I reached for my wine glass,
WRECK ME QUIETLY FOURTEEN
MASONFuck.What the hell was she wearing?I swear my grip on Audrey’s waist tightened the second I stepped through the door and laid eyes on Samantha.That dress—that damn burgundy dress—fit her like a second skin. It teased just the right amount of cleavage and hugged every curve I knew too damn well. She knew what she was doing. She had to.I cleared my throat and let go of Audrey as I walked further into the room, trying to act normal, whatever that meant around Samantha.Mom hugged Audrey first—of course—and gave her a sweet smile. “Thank you for taking care of my son,” she said, like I was some delicate porcelain doll.Funny. I was the one taking care of this clingy-ass girl. If anyone needed saving, it was me.Dad’s handshake was firm, but the look he gave me was something else. A warning. He caught the way I looked at Samantha, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.Macey gave me the biggest grin and a side hug. But she didn’t even glance at Audrey.Not surprising.She’s hated Au
WRECK ME QUIETLY THIRTEEN
SAMANTHAI walked through the mall, feeling the buzz of the crowd around me, but somehow, I was lost in my thoughts.The bright lights above lit up everything so clearly, and it made the air feel a little heavier.I felt light, almost weightless, in a way I hadn’t felt in a while. Spending time with Macey had done that for me. We laughed, talked, and for a few hours, I could forget about all the other mess in my life. I could just breathe.The mall was packed with people, some in a hurry, others just casually browsing, but I didn’t really pay attention to them.My mind was on tonight. Macey’s mom had invited me over for dinner, and I needed something special to wear. That woman always preached looking good and God forbid I become the center of her jokes tonight.I walked past a boutique, and something caught my eye. A burgundy dress hanging in the window, the light hitting it just right. The color was deep and rich but not over-the-top.I stepped into the store, my fingers brushing th
WRECK ME QUIETLY TWELVE
SAMANTHAI cursed under my breath, staring at the clock. I was late. We were so late.My stomach twisted into knots, and I felt the weight of the day press down on me. “Mace,” I called, shaking her shoulder harder than I probably should have.“Mace, get up! We’re going to be late for class.”She groaned, her face still buried in the blanket. “Five more minutes...” Her voice was thick with sleep, and I couldn’t help but feel irritated a little bit.I ran my fingers through my hair and cursed again, louder this time. “No, we don’t have five minutes, we’ve wasted twenty. Get up, now!”Macey barely stirred. I shook her again, feeling my patience slip away as she let out a small, annoyed sigh.“Okay, okay, I’m up,” she muttered, slowly sitting up. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and the frown on her face only made me more frustrated.I checked the time once more, my stomach tightening. We were cutting it too close. If we didn’t hurry, we’d be late, and I couldn’t afford that.I actua
WRECK ME QUIETLY ELEVEN
MASONI woke up slow, head heavy, body heavier.For a second, I thought I was dreaming.Then I felt it — lips on me. Sloppy. Rushed. Too much teeth.I cracked my eyes open.Audrey. She got here few hours after my call with Samantha.Her blonde hair was fanned across my stomach, her hand digging into my thigh. She was trying so hard, too hard.I leaned my head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling.I should’ve been into it.I should’ve cared.But the second I felt her mouth touched me, my mind went somewhere else.To Samantha.I pictured her instead — that red lingerie she wore for me, the way the lace clung to her hips, the way her cheeks flushed when she looked at me like she hated how much she wanted me.God.My breathing picked up, but not because of Audrey.Because in my head, it was Samantha’s hands on me. Samantha’s mouth making me lose my damn mind.I tightened my fists in the sheets, trying to hang onto the fantasy.I could see her perfectly — the way she bit her b
WRECK ME QUIETLY TEN
SAMANTHAI stared at his message for a second too long, my thumb hovering.I should’ve ignored it. Pretended I was asleep. Let the night pass without him.But I didn’t.Yeah, I typed back.There was no delay in his next text. Like he’d been waiting, watching the screen light up.What are you wearing?I smirked a little, the corner of my lip lifting without thinking. I knew what he wanted to hear.The red lingerie you bought me last summer.A pause. Just a breath of silence between us. But I could feel it. Him. Liking it. Thinking about it.Wanting more.I added, Your sister’s here. Crashed on my couch. I can’t come out tonight. And I’m sore.That last part wasn’t meant to be cruel—it was just the truth. He hadn’t exactly been gentle the last time.But Mason didn’t take offense. His reply hit harder.Go to your room. Switch to video. I want to see you.I blinked at the screen, my pulse starting to rise.There it was—that pull again. That quiet command in his voice, even through a text.
