บททั้งหมดของ Bride For The Blind Don: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Amber.God, how could I be this hungry little slut.A starved, oversexed mess who couldn’t pretend for one second she didn’t crave cock.My whole body was screaming for it. My pussy clenched around his fingers, clit swollen and throbbing like a second heartbeat, my nipples so tight they hurt every time the air moved across them.I was dripping again, slick running down the insides of my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me.Every nerve felt raw, exposed, begging.I hated how much I wanted him.Hated how much I needed him to wreck me until I forgot my own name.Zeden’s fingers slid in and out of me, slow at first, then faster, curling against that spot deep inside that made my hips jerk off the bed.His other hand rotated my nipple between thumb and forefinger as he pushed my breast up to his mouth.He sucked the peak in deep, his tongue lashing, teeth grazing just enough to sting.It felt like he was trying to pull milk from me, like he could drain every last drop of resistance I

Amber.I stood frozen in the middle of the sitting room, caught between Zeden and Julie, whose eyes raked over me with such raw shock it looked like she might choke on it.She blinked so fast I half-expected her eyelids to drop off and roll across the marble.“Can you kindly explain what the hell is going on here?” she finally managed, circling me slowly like I was some exhibit she couldn’t believe was real.“Why is a maid wearing a dress like that, Zeden?” Her words sharpened with every step. “That’s not a uniform. That’s… that’s couture. Expensive couture.”Before Zeden could answer, footsteps echoed down the staircase, light and hesitant, then quicker. Delilah appeared at the bottom, still in her silk robe, hair loose and eyes already glassy.“What’s going on?” Her tone trembled as her gaze landed on me, on the white lace clinging to every curve, the deep plunge that barely contained my breasts, the red heels that made my legs look endless.She looked like she’d been slapped.“

Amber.I perched beside Zeden on the long leather couch, fingers wrapped around a glass of something dark and bitter that scorched all the way down.The room felt different here, cleaner and sharper, like the air itself carried money and old power.Crystal trays glided past on silent servers’ hands, champagne flutes catching low light, laughter rolling soft and practiced from every corner.This was where the real players sat, the ones who did not need to prove anything with noise or blood.Zeden had turned mostly toward Irina, mouth locked to hers in slow, endless kisses that broke only long enough for them to breathe.His broad back blocked most of my view of her face, but every time he shifted, the hard muscle of his thigh pressed deliberately against mine, a constant reminder that I was still there, still pinned in place.They would pause sometimes, lips parting with a wet sound, foreheads touching while they murmured something private, then dive back in like neither of them cou

Zeden. Irina kept rolling her hips against me, grinding down on the hard length straining behind my zipper while her fingers worked inside my trousers, stroking me slow and firm. Our mouths stayed fused, tongues sliding together right there on the couch in front of everyone who cared to look. We never gave a damn who watched. This was how it had always been with her—raw, easy, familiar. She’d been the only real constant I had left after everything went to hell. The one person who never flinched at the darkness. But she never saw me as just a friend. She wanted everything, always had, and I could never hand it over.Right then I wanted nothing more than to flip her over the armrest, yank her dress up, and bury myself deep until she screamed my name again. Except my head was full of Amber. Only Amber. Her tight heat, the way she clenched around me when I pushed in rough, the little broken sounds she made when I owned her completely. It was driving me insane, eating at e

Amber. The words hit me like quiet bullets, soft but impossible to ignore. They hung in the air between us, foreign and impossibly sweet, wrapping around my ears in a way that made my whole body stutter. I was still weak from everything—the tears, the fear, the rage that had burned through me earlier—and maybe that weakness tricked me into hearing things that couldn’t be real. Zeden didn’t say shit like that. He didn’t let his guard slip. Not him.If anyone else had whispered those three words, I might have believed it without question. But I’d never heard them before. Not once. No man had ever looked at me and said them out loud. And now here he was, the man who owned every filthy piece of me, dropping them like they were nothing and everything at the same time.I already liked him too much. Liked belonging to him. Liked the way he claimed me, used me, fucked me raw until I couldn’t think straight. I loved being his whore, his slut, his eager little cumdump. I craved