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Bruised Lips and Glass Walls

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-11-06 11:53:41

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At seven o’clock in the morning, the bathroom mirror gave me back the image of someone barely holding themselves together. Dark circles showed clearly beneath my eyes, my hair was a tangled mess, and my lower lip felt swollen, tender, and faintly red. I brushed my thumb gently over the corner of my mouth, my fingers trembling for no reason I could name. It still burned. It still tasted like him, burnt cedar, cold mountain night, and that electric storm that seemed to have settled ben
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    POV SIENNAWhen the enemy no longer lurks beyond the border but sits beside you in the classroom the danger is not something you see coming from far away. It is something that already breathes the same air as you do.I walked out through the south gate barely feeling the biting cold cutting through my jacket and settling deep into my bones. The sidewalk along the side of the building stood completely empty at that hour while mist began curling down from the hills blurring the streetlights and softening the outlines of everything beyond the campus fence. Waiting there half‑hidden in the fog was the matte black Porsche Panamera its dipped headlights casting two warm beams across the damp asphalt. As soon as my fingers brushed the handle the lock clicked open. I slid inside pulled the door shut behind me and dropped my backpack and laptop onto the floor at my feet finally grateful for the shelter of that small space even though the air inside felt heavy enough to press against my chest.

  • My Arrogant Stepbrother Is My Mate!   False Focus and Razor Edges

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  • My Arrogant Stepbrother Is My Mate!   Neon Smoke and Shifting Scents

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  • My Arrogant Stepbrother Is My Mate!   Fractured Silver and White Knuckles

    POV SIENNAThe fury he had held locked inside him would not fit inside the manor walls. It burst free the moment we slammed the car door shut, filling the confined space with heat intense enough to melt steel before the engine had even turned over.The Porsche’s door slammed shut like dry thunder against the stone entrance walls. I had barely fastened the seatbelt when Killian engaged reverse and floored the accelerator. The tyres spun for a moment on frost‑crusted gravel before biting into the tarmac and hurling us down the mountain road with savage force that pinned me flat against the leather seat."Are you trying to kill us you fool!" I shouted, gripping the door handle white‑knuckled as he tore through the first hairpin bend at suicidal speed.Killian did not blink. He kept both hands clamped to the wheel so tightly the veins in his forearms stood out like taut cords beneath the black cashmere. His jaw was clenched until it seemed to creak and his gaze remained fixed on the road’

  • My Arrogant Stepbrother Is My Mate!   Collarbones and Scratched Steel

    POV SIENNAWhat blazed as consuming fire last night returned this morning as undeniable proof, glowing beneath the grey light like a secret threatening to reveal itself at a single glance.At seven o’clock the pale cold light of winter seeped through my window, casting everything in a leaden hue that felt like silent accusation. I stood before the bathroom mirror, resting my knuckles against the chill edge of the marble, unsure how to face my own reflection. The left strap of my lace nightgown hung frayed over my shoulder, torn where Killian’s teeth had pulled it free with that mix of fierceness and tenderness that left me breathless. Beneath it across my neck and the slope of my chest lay reddened marks, small and deep, forming a burning map of everything we had shared in the shadows, marks that would take far longer than a few hours to fade completely.I dressed with deliberate care, choosing a thick flannel shirt buttoned all the way to the collar, straight‑cut jeans and heavy sole

  • My Arrogant Stepbrother Is My Mate!   Fractured Restraint

    POV SIENNAThe desire burning between us was not mere warmth, it was a living flame capable of consuming the whole room before we could speak another word.The air between our mouths was pure fire, searing my skin with every ragged breath."Go," I whispered, and the word came broken and weak, stripped of all conviction by the tremor shaking me from head to toe.Killian laughed roughly against my neck, a dark low sound that raised goosebumps across every inch of my skin."Liar," he growled, the vibration rumbling deep in his chest against my throat.His fingers left the lace edge and tangled firmly into my hair at the nape, tilting my head back gently but irresistibly to expose the soft vulnerable line of my throat. There was no time to catch my breath. Killian lowered his mouth straight to the hollow where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue traced a hot damp path that tore an involuntary gasp from me, and then his teeth grazed the muscle with just enough pressure to claim without bre

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