All Chapters of My Bruised Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MILES Dominic Black was full of shit if he thought I couldn't see past his asshole facade. The man wanted me. It was just really fucking annoying the way he tried to fight it. Sometimes, maybe it was cute, like how he clenched his fists last night when he saw my breasts down my sweater. I tried to make it seem like I didn't know he was looking but in reality, I wanted him to. I didn't mean to make his nose bleed. He was the one who snuck up behind me and scared the shit out of me while I was in the middle of a steamy scene. It was definitely his fault. I won't deny that my dark heart felt good making him bleed a little since he'd been nothing but shit, but in the end, I felt bad for hurting him. I knew I should probably be on the same page as him and not give in to my desires but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help wanting him to look at me, wanting him to make good on his promise from the greenhouse. Nope. Stop it. 'I can't keep thinking this way. If mom finds out, she m

*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

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

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.

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