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Bruised boundaries

Author: Marieè
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 08:59:12

I don’t remember how I got back to the dorm.

The rain followed me, seeping into my skin like a bruise. It’s still there—on my lips. In my chest. Everywhere his mouth touched.

I strip off my wet clothes in silence, hang them on the back of the chair, and slide beneath the covers without turning on the light.

He kissed me.

Damien Wolfe kissed me.

And I let him.

My fingers drift to my mouth, trembling. It’s swollen. Sensitive. Branded.

Maya isn’t back yet, thank God.

The quiet lets me break.

My chest tightens. My eyes sting. And for the first time in a long time—I cry.

Not because I’m weak. But because I hate that he got to me. That I’m not as cold, or detached, or careful as I thought.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve said something sharp. Formal. Distant.

But I melted.

And now I can’t breathe without remembering the way he tasted—rain, regret, and something I should never crave.

“Zara, please,” I whisper to myself, dragging a trembling hand over my face. “Get it together.”

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    The mansion feels colder today.Not in temperature—but in silence. Like the walls are listening. Judging. Waiting.I step into the hallway leading to the staff wing, gripping the tray tighter in my hands. My shift technically ended fifteen minutes ago, but Mrs. Donovan had a “last-minute request” that sent me scurrying to the third floor.Typical.As I round the corner, I hear them.Two maids. Whispering in hushed, rapid tones near the linen closet. I slow my steps, pressing my back to the wall.“She’s back, you know,” one says, breathless.“Clara?”“Mm-hmm. Wore a Gucci trench like she’s royalty now. But she’s acting sweet—like she didn’t almost get all of us fired last year.”“Wasn’t she sleeping with Damien?”“Sleeping?” The other snorts. “That girl lived in his sheets. She pretended to be poor, just to get hired here. And when Mr. Wolfe found out, she got tossed like trash.”A pause.“Now she’s back. And eyeing Zara like she’s the next target.”My stomach coils. I step away before

  • Taming Mr. Wolfe   Bruised boundaries

    I don’t remember how I got back to the dorm.The rain followed me, seeping into my skin like a bruise. It’s still there—on my lips. In my chest. Everywhere his mouth touched.I strip off my wet clothes in silence, hang them on the back of the chair, and slide beneath the covers without turning on the light.He kissed me.Damien Wolfe kissed me.And I let him.My fingers drift to my mouth, trembling. It’s swollen. Sensitive. Branded.Maya isn’t back yet, thank God.The quiet lets me break.My chest tightens. My eyes sting. And for the first time in a long time—I cry.Not because I’m weak. But because I hate that he got to me. That I’m not as cold, or detached, or careful as I thought.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve said something sharp. Formal. Distant.But I melted.And now I can’t breathe without remembering the way he tasted—rain, regret, and something I should never crave.“Zara, please,” I whisper to myself, dragging a trembling hand over my face. “Get it together.”The

  • Taming Mr. Wolfe   Storm’s Eve Kiss

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  • Taming Mr. Wolfe   Silent Power

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    His hand wraps around my throat—not tight, just enough to hold me still. His other hand pins my hips as he drives into me like he’s trying to brand me from the inside.“You think I don’t see it?” he pants against my mouth. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way you tremble when I’m close.”I can’t speak. Can’t think. All I can do is feel.The bed shakes. The room fades. All that exists is him—his voice, his heat, his body inside mine.“I’ll ruin you for anyone else,” he growls.I’m already ruined.I scream his name as I fall apart around him, and he follows, groaning into my ear as he empties himself inside me, body shaking.And just when I start to come again, when my entire world explodes behind my eyes—I jolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat. My chest rises and falls in frantic bursts, the phantom feel of his hands still gripping my hips. The sheets are tangled between my legs. My body aches in places he never actually touched.It was a dream.A damn dre

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