Semua Bab In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter Thirty-oneRainI dragged my legs back to my workspace, my entire limb feeling heavier with each step I took, like the weight of confusion and fear was dragging me down to the floor. I couldn’t shake off the way he said nothing—just “leave.” No yelling, no threats, no punishment… just silence. And that scared me more than anything else could.It was so unusual, so unlike him.Enzo wasn’t a calm man. He wasn’t the type to let things slide just like that. That quiet restraint he wore like a tailored suit was a lie. A total facade. Beneath it was fire—danger—violence waiting to happen. So why now? Why the silence? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Was it control? Or was he planning something I couldn’t see coming? Was he planning something even more dangerous than the usual punishment and scolding? What could be going on in his head?I sat at my desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the computer. I tried to breathe, tried to drown myself in work, to focus on the fashi

Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldn’t he speak? Why wouldn’t he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didn’t like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, he’d flare up. He’d spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punish—do whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this man—this Enzo—was acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t laying down rules like h

Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waist—firm, grounding—like it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.“You know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. “I’m going to take m

Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldn’t understand him. Not that I didn’t know the meaning of what he was saying—not that I couldn’t comprehend it—but I just couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?“Can’t you see it, Rain?” he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. “Can’t you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesn’t even care if they get hurt. You should’ve seen that, Rain,” Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He

Chapter Thirty-nineEnzoI thought I’d be able to hold myself back a little longer. I thought I could resist the urge to lose my temper and put this guy in his place. But I had no other choice—I couldn’t just stand there and let him keep doing all of this without a response. What exactly does he think I am? Who does he take me for? And what the hell does he even want from me? Why won’t he just leave me and Rain alone?No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand what he was after—especially from me. I was certain it wasn’t just about Rain. It couldn’t be. There was something else behind his actions, some deeper motive. But I couldn’t figure it out yet.Then came the grunt. A loud, rough sound of pain that burst out from him as my fist collided with his face. And strangely, it gave me a sense of relief I couldn’t quite explain. I liked it. I liked that now he’d understand something very clearly—that I might be blind, but that didn’t mean I didn’t kn