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Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā Do You Want To Fuck Me?š¶ļøš¶ļøš¶ļø
Amber.āOh fuck, blondie, youāre so perfect at thisāyouāre such a little slut. My slut. Mine. All mine.ā He groaned as both his hands trailed roughly through my hair, turning the neat bun Iād tied earlier into a tangled mess. His mess entirely.āI fucking know youād enjoy thisā¦ youāre so good. Keep going, fuckā¦ you love my cock, donāt you?ā He continued, thrusting his hips forward this time to bury every inch deep into my throat, his fingers clamping tighter against my scalp.I gagged, my eyes widening shamelessly as if I might lose my breath entirely, but then he tilted my head backward, freeing his length from my mouth with a wet pop.He gazed down, taking in how my breaths came in heavy, ragged bursts. His release had smeared across my cheeks, my chin, even dripping down to my chest, where the heat of it soaked through the fabric, leaving dark, sticky patches against my skin.Then he lowered his head to meet my level, nibbling gently on my ear before his tongue traced a long, d
Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā I Need Your Mouthā¦š¶ļøš¶ļøš¶ļø
Amber.The demand hit me like a bolt, sending shivers through my core as I stayed on my knees before him. It wasnāt newāZeden had pushed me into acts Iād never dreamed of, wild things that twisted my thoughts. But he always made it happen, bending me to his will.He never repeated commands. I knew that.āWhat are you waiting for?ā he growled, his head tilting down like he could pin me with a stare. He swore he saw things, even in his darknessāshadows, shapes, whatever guided him.My right palm still wrapped his length, firm and pulsing, while my left dug into his thigh for balance.āGonna keep teasing with those fingers, or get to it?ā he pressed, impatience thick in his tone.āWhatā¦ā I mumbled, acting like I hadnāt caught his order to take him between my lips.āI said, no just hands. Mouth. And donāt make me say it again,ā he warned.My lips opened without thought, like his words pulled strings in me. Of course they did. He owned every partābought and paid for. I was his toy, his
Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā Crawl For Meā¦
Amber.Every inch of me sparked alive at the shiftāhis breath feathering over my skin, warm and teasing, stirring hairs I didnāt even know could feel so sensitive. His lips hovered there, not quite touching, but close enough to send electric pulses racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly. The pillar dug cold into my front, a stark contrast to the heat of him pressing behind, his frame solid, unyielding, trapping me in this haze of dread and unwanted fire.My pulse thundered wild, betraying me, echoing in my ears like a drumbeat I couldnāt silence. His fingers on my wrist loosened just a fraction, but only to slide up my arm, tracing a slow path that left gooseflesh in its wake. I hated how my body leaned into it, how my hips shifted back instinctively, brushing against the hard line of him. āWhy wonāt you tell me?ā I whispered, my defiance cracking under the weight of his nearness. His mouth grazed the curve of my throat now, a ghost of contact that made my knees weaken, f
Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā Whose Blood Is On Your Handsā¦
Amber.āZedenā¦?ā I whispered.I couldnāt see his face clearly, the hallway lights too dim, the angle wrongābut his scent gave him away instantly. Cold, familiar, unmistakable. Panic surged through me and I tried to wrench myself free, twisting my wrist in his grip.It was useless.āWhat are you doing?ā I hissed in a low voice. āLet me go. Now. This minute.āI didnāt dare raise my voice. I knew better. Even if someone woke, even if someone heardāonce they realized it was Zeden, they would turn their faces away and pretend blindness. He was the Don. His actions didnāt require witnesses. Or permission.āQuiet,ā he muttered suddenly.In one swift motion, he twisted me around, pressing me back against one of the stone pillars. My spine hit his chest, hard, his body caging me in. His hand still held my wrist, but now his other arm snaked around me, locking me in place as if I were something he owned, something that could be restrained at will.That was when I smelled it.Blood.Faint, met
Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā The Number Of Times He Fucked Meā¦
Amber. Sometimes I wish I didnāt have a life at all. Because I never truly had one to begin with. Not with my father. Not with my sister. My father treated me in ways a father should never treat his daughterāways I still couldnāt name without my chest locking tight. And Skyla, my younger sister, never saw me as the eldest. To her, I was just a space that needed erasing. A mistake that should be replaced with something better. Something cleaner. And now here I wasāZedenās prisoner. Or maid. Or whatever name fit his mood. But never a slut. Never that. Even if the word brushed my lips in anger or despair, I refused to wear it. Before all of this, I had a life. A real one. Dreams. A future. And my father had cut it off with his own hands and sold what remained. My motherās face flashed through my mindāpale, still, unmoving. Godā¦ how had I lived here for weeks without breaking apart over her? She was still in a coma. The last time my father was supposed to go to
Bride For The Blind DonĀ Ā Ā I Donāt Careā¦
Zeden. I should have looked away. I should never care about her the moment Misha pointed at her like she was something worth sweeping out with the trash. That was the simplest choice. The expected choice. The choice a man like meāblind, merciless, unbotheredāwas supposed to make. Yet here I was, sitting on the edge of my bed with a jar of ointment in my hand, my fingers brushing over the warm pulse of her wounded knees as she trembled. And I hatedāhatedāthat I could feel every shiver. Hated that the smallest sound she made crawled under my skin like a spider of irritation and something far worse. She winced when my thumb pressed too close to the cut. Good. She should wince. She had disobeyed. She had embarrassed me in front of my sister. She had made me speak twice, which was a sin punishable on its own. And stillā¦ I was kneeling here like some idiot. āThis wouldnāt have happened if you simply obeyed,ā I said, my voice cold as the marble floors in this cursed
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