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And my arse red and hurting from the spànking I got. The first time a man touched me and it was to hurt me. ____ A. Gupta Please leave a comment and review on the book page if you're enjoying this book! Thankyou <3

But when I close my eyes, it is not Chris and Alex who are engraved so deep into my soul that I see his face as if he were here. There is a frown there, a tension in his jaw because he does not like this. He does not like me grinding my body against two guys who aren’t him. So I do it harder, I take it to the next level until their hard-ons are poking against my dress, and they are the only things I feel. You hurt me first. This is what it feels like to be hurt, asshole. It does not matter that I want to believe those words, to believe that I could hurt him by giving myself away to someone else, because my body and soul and even my mind hate that idea.

At times like this,I would call Ada and she would comfort me but today,I quarrelled with her and I knew that I will wake up with big black heavy eyes tomorrow morning, with sharp stinging pains from crying. Hello😁😁😋,my dear readers, I hope you're enjoying my book. Who would have thought Ada and Tamara will blow hot like this Even though Tamara is saying the truth. Well,we are like Ada sometimes, fighting the truth and dying from immerse pains. Please comment and let me know what you think about "NO HARM". Laters readers😁😁😘

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

Everyone I got close to ended up hurt. “You don’t have to be fine,” he said softly. “Not here. Not with me.” “I can’t—” My throat closed up. “My mom is gone. Your brother tried to kill us. And I’m standing in your kitchen at 3 AM, trying to pretend none of it happened because if I start feeling it, I might never stop.” “Then don’t stop.” He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne, faint but still there. “Feel it. Break. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces.”

I’d punched the wall so hard I packed enough scrapes to last me a lifetime. What hurt was that there’d be no Guilia to worry about getting them cleaned and treated. Dmitri strolled in with the table, caught conveniently by his sharp reflex. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have injured him if he wasn’t careful enough. “Is that what you do now? Hurting the people you care about?” he chuckled, but his words pierced my soul like a dagger. “It wasn’t intentional,” I peered at the little drops of blood that had gathered around the bruises. Strangely, they didn’t hurt the way I’d expected.

"Because of you my best friend is hurting everyday! You've ruined her!" "I never wanted to hurt her," the boy whispered. His face was pale and he looked at the floor, in shame. "Well, you have, and you've hurt everyone else," the girl snapped, clearly having no sympathy towards the boy. "I don't care why you did what you did, I don't care about you. I don't want to ever speak to you again. You have destroyed any hope of ever making this right." "Please-"

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 40 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Sometimes, we became so blinded by our own pain that we don’t hesitate to hurt even those who stood by us like pillar for us on which we could lean when the world was against us. In our blindness we ended up hurting them so deeply that they shatter into pieces, that’s exactly what she did to him. She broke the man who was trying to gather her shattered pieces, trying to put them back together, even knowing that it could never truly happen and what did she do in return?

I was having an attack and my PTSD attacks never ended well. I hurt someone. At the end of the day, I lost my fucking grip and hurt someone. And I could feel the urge to hurt the woman walking cluelessly to me. I could feel my grip harden against the shattered glass in my hand. There was two ways this would go, Either I knocked myself out or I’d end up doing something bad to Mia without wanting to.