All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Amber. My legs carried me forward before my brain could catch up and scream no. It was like my body had already signed the contract—eager, shameless, addicted to every twisted command he threw at me. I wanted the mess. The humiliation. The way it made my pulse hammer between my thighs. I wanted to prove I could take it all, that I’d do anything to please him.I sank onto the toilet seat, cheeks burning even as heat pooled low in my belly. Embarrassment clawed at me, but underneath it burned something darker, hungrier. I needed this. Needed to see how far I could push myself for him. How hard I could make myself cum with just my own fingers while he watched.I parted my thighs slowly at first, then wider, exposing everything. The first warm trickle started—slow, steady—and I slid two fingers into my soaked cunt at the same moment. The mix of piss and slick made everything slippery, obscene. My walls fluttered around my knuckles as I pushed deeper, curling just enough to gr

Zeden.I headed down the staircase a few minutes later, Rukov falling into step behind me like a shadow that never quite left. The house felt too quiet, the kind of quiet that usually meant trouble was brewing somewhere else.“Is the warehouse cleared?” I asked without breaking stride. “Any new parcels come in overnight? What about the shipment from the docks—did Viktor confirm the containers are secure, or do we still have loose ends with customs?”“Warehouse is swept and locked down, boss. Three new crates arrived at dawn—small arms, untraceable serials, exactly what we ordered. Viktor’s team handled the paperwork; no flags from customs yet. We’ve got the next run scheduled for Friday, but the boys are on standby if you want to push it back.”I nodded once. “Good. Suspend all non-essential movement for now. No pickups, no drops, no side deals until I say otherwise. Keep the perimeter tight and the phones clean.”Rukov paused half a step. “Why the freeze? Something come up?”“I’ll

Amber. My thighs clamped tight around his knee the second he pressed it between them. The thick muscle of his upper thigh brushed right against my clit—slow, deliberate friction that sent fresh sparks shooting up my spine. My back flattened harder against the cool metal of the car, trapped, caged, exactly where he wanted me. Every small shift of his leg dragged that hard ridge across my swollen bud, teasing, rubbing, making the ache between my legs bloom into something desperate and wet.The sweatpants—his shirt—clung to me like a second skin, carrying his scent everywhere. Clean soap, faint smoke, the dark musk that always lived under his skin. It wrapped around me, sank into my lungs, made my pussy throb harder even though he’d fucked me raw not even an hour ago. I could still feel the ghost of his cock stretching my cunt. The hot spill of his cum leaking out of me earlier. But none of that dulled the fresh rush of slick soaking the crotch of these pants now. The fabric cl

Amber.It was harder getting used to this version of Zeden than I ever expected.I’d spent so long convincing myself he was a psychopath.A monster who fed on pain the way normal men fed on air.He broke women down methodically, taught them submission through bruises and commands, manipulated their bodies until every inch belonged to him, until they begged for the very cruelty that once made them scream.That was the Zeden I knew.The one who owned me piece by piece, hole by hole, until I forgot what freedom tasted like.And right now, god help me, I craved that version of him again.The thought alone made my pussy throb, a deep, insistent ache that had nothing to do with the soft cotton sweatpants clinging between my thighs.I wanted the monster back.Wanted his hand around my throat while he reminded me who I belonged to.Wanted the sting of his palm, the burn of his teeth, the way he fucked me like punishment until I sobbed his name and came so hard my vision blurred.Even walkin

Amber.“Why are you suddenly interested in knowing that?” Zeden asked.He crossed his legs slowly, left ankle settling over his right knee, posture deceptively relaxed.The roughness in his tone betrayed him though.He hated this topic.I’d heard him shut his mother down hard once, forbidding her from ever saying Marissa’s name again.The scar ran deep, and I’d just pressed on it anyway.“What if I don’t answer?” he added.“Then I won’t do what you asked.” I held his stare without blinking.He exhaled sharply through his nose.“I’ve already seen every inch of your body. What makes you think watching you strip again would feel any different?”“I can tell how badly you want it right now.” I stepped closer, voice dropping low.“I can feel how much you need to watch me peel this dress off under these lights, surrounded by mirrors that show every angle. And I’m pretty sure it’s not just about seeing me change. You want the thrill of bending me over right here, don’t you? You want to fuck m