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Chapter 23

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ENZO

TRISTAN.

THAT WAS the name that slipped past his lips. The one he should never have known. My gaze dropped to the photo clutched in his hand, his fingers white-knuckled around it like he thought it could shield him.

I lifted a hand and he flinched. His heartbeat thundered so loud I could hear it, every uneven breath, every stutter of his pulse giving him away.

Slowly, I brushed my fingers against his and pried the picture free. He let go, and I rolled out of the bed without another word.

I circled to the other side, his eyes tracking me the whole way. Like prey watching a predator, waiting for the strike.

Maybe I wanted to strike. Maybe I hated more that he had dug into a place I’d buried so fucking deep.

I opened the drawer and shoved the photo inside, but Tristan’s face caught me again. For a fraction of a second, I remembered it all—the reckless grin, the laugh that never thought it could be silenced, the feeling of his hand in mine. The world had been ours once. And then it
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  • Blind Desires   Chapter 23

    ENZOTRISTAN.THAT WAS the name that slipped past his lips. The one he should never have known. My gaze dropped to the photo clutched in his hand, his fingers white-knuckled around it like he thought it could shield him.I lifted a hand and he flinched. His heartbeat thundered so loud I could hear it, every uneven breath, every stutter of his pulse giving him away. Slowly, I brushed my fingers against his and pried the picture free. He let go, and I rolled out of the bed without another word.I circled to the other side, his eyes tracking me the whole way. Like prey watching a predator, waiting for the strike.Maybe I wanted to strike. Maybe I hated more that he had dug into a place I’d buried so fucking deep.I opened the drawer and shoved the photo inside, but Tristan’s face caught me again. For a fraction of a second, I remembered it all—the reckless grin, the laugh that never thought it could be silenced, the feeling of his hand in mine. The world had been ours once. And then it

  • Blind Desires   Chapter 22

    TATETHE PRESSURE HIT first—hard, relentless, burning as he pushed inside. My nails tore into the sheets, a strangled sound ripping from my throat before I could even think to hold it back.“Fuck—” The word cracked out of me, breath shuddering, chest caving in as my body tried to fight it, tried to clench tight and keep him out. Useless. He was already inside, slow and steady, forcing my body to open around him inch by fucking inch.My eyes squeezed shut, jaw locked, but I couldn’t block out the weight of him, the heat, the goddamn stretch that had me shaking. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot, rough.“Breathe, Tate.”Like it was that fucking easy.I gasped, sucked in air that didn’t want to stay in my lungs, my legs twitching under the iron grip of his hands as he held me open. I hated the way my body betrayed me, the way a flicker of pleasure slipped through the pain coiling low in my stomach.“Jesus…” The groan tore out of me before I could swallow it down, and I

  • Blind Desires   Chapter 21

    ENZOHE WAS BREATHING hard. Heart pounding, eyes red as tears streaked down his face as he glared at me.A scared rabbit. That’s what he looked like.I didn’t know why I’d kissed him. The plan had been to stay away, but Gods—when he said those words, with that crushing, hunting look… I couldn’t breathe. Not when I saw him. Not when it reminded me of him.“You get it! You don’t understand what it’s like to feel trapped. What it’s like to hide!”So I had done the first thing I could to shut him up. I kissed him. And now… I wasn’t sure if my lips moved to silence him or to quiet the small hiccups tearing from him.I closed the space between us, crushing my lips to his roughly, violently, silencing his sobs. He tried to push me away, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Hands shoving at my chest before I yanked them down. Then he bit me—hard.I tasted blood and pulled back, running my tongue across my lips while his was coated with mine. He glared at me, red-faced,

  • Blind Desires   Chapter 20

    TATETHE FIRST THING I felt was pain. My ribs throbbed like they’d been punched from every angle, my shoulders and legs burned with a dull ache I didn’t even know could exist, and my throat scraped raw as if I’d swallowed broken glass. Every inch of me whispered, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, but my body wasn’t listening.Then I turned my head and saw them—my glasses, placed neatly beside my head. Someone had set them there. Carefully. Deliberately. My stomach twisted into cold knots.I reached for them, fingers trembling, brushing the edge of the lens as if it were fragile glass. Sliding them onto my face and the world snapped into focus and my heart sankI was in Snzo’s room.Everything about it—the faint scent of his cologne, the stiffness of the sheets, the shadows in the corners that screamed him. My pulse spiked, chest hammering so hard I thought it might burst. I jumped upright, heart hammering in my throat.Pain shot through my body with every movement. Ribs, shoulders,

  • Blind Desires   Chapter 19

    ENZOHE WAS SPRAWLED across the hood, limp, chest jerking in shallow pulls. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead, crooked glasses sliding down, lips pale. Small. Fragile. I hated the sight of him. Hated that I couldn’t drag my eyes off him.The storm lashed around us, soaking his skin, but even unconscious he reeked of defiance. Of fear. Of everything about him that made me want to snap him in half and keep him breathing in the same fucking breath.I flexed my fists. Blood crusted my knuckles, and my men shifted too close.“Back off.” My voice cut clean through the rain. No one moved. No one dared.I rolled Tate onto his back, my hand at his throat. Dark bruises bloomed under his skin. His lips split, damp with blood where I’d gone too far. The world blurred, and the past slammed into me.Seventeen. I was seventeen. Blood in my palms. A boy gasping, wide eyes begging. My stepfather’s order—Kill him. Do it now. My mate’s pulse faltered under my grip. Tristan’s breath stopped where m

  • Blind Desires   Chapter 18

    TATEI COULDN’T SIT. Couldn’t stay still.My fingers drummed on my knees, legs pacing under the threadbare edge of Enzo’s shirt I’d pulled on. Sweat prickled down my spine, clinging my hair to my neck. My chest hammered so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs.Every thought clawed at me, gnawed at the edge of reason: You shouldn’t leave. He’ll snap. He’ll catch you. Maybe this is a trap.Bullshit. Every fiber in me screamed the truth: why would I stay a prisoner, waiting for a man to decide whether to snap my neck tonight or tomorrow? How long could I gamble with that?The front door rattled.My breath hitched, lungs freezing.A soft click, almost tentative. My toes dug into the floor. No shoes, nothing between me and the cold, slick tiles. I crept toward the door, heart hammering like it wanted to leave my chest.Then the door opened.A man. Tall, sharp-eyed, shadowed in the dim light. He stared at me and gave a jerk of his head. “It’s time. Let’s go.”I barely nodded, voice

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