Semua Bab Bride For The Blind Don: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Zeden.She hadn’t moved.Not a twitch.Not a flutter of lashes.Just the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest under the thin sheet, the only proof she was still here with me.I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t.What the fuck was sleep when the center of my entire goddamn universe lay motionless.Her eyes are sealed shut like she’d locked me out on purpose?Every second she stayed under felt like punishment I deserved.Knives carving slow circles in my gut, reminding me how close I’d come to losing her for good.Midnight came and went.The doctor slipped in once.Checked the drip.Eased it out of her vein with careful fingers.Murmured something about deep restorative sleep, that she’d surface soon.I nodded like I believed her, but the waiting was eating me alive.Morning light sliced through the blinds, pale and merciless.I hadn’t left her side.“Blondie… talk to me. Please.” My whisper brushed her ear, rough from hours of silence. “Open those eyes. I’ve been right here, breathing the sam

Amber.The throbbing in my skull pulsed like a second heartbeat.It was sharp and relentless.I tried to push myself up on my elbows, but my arms felt like they had been filled with wet cement.Weak, trembling, and useless.My whole body was pinned to the mattress as if invisible weights held me down.The room swam into focus slowly.White walls.Beeping monitors.A metal IV pole standing sentinel beside the bed.A rolling cart with folded towels and a basin.The sharp, clean sting of antiseptic flooded my nose.Hospital.The word landed heavy in my chest.Then the memories crashed in behind it, jagged and out of order.Rain soaking through my thin dress.Men emerging from shadows.A cloth clamped over my mouth, the chemical sweetness choking me.Irina’s face swimming above me, smiling cruelly.Her nails raking down my arms.The flat of her hand cracking across my cheek.Her voice purring threats while something sharp bit into my skin again and again.Through it all, the last word I

Amber.Everything inside me screamed at once.My nerves raw.My skin prickling, heart slamming so hard it hurt.Zeden still knelt in front of me on the cold tile. His head slightly bowed, shoulders rigid, green eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing keeping him breathing.I couldn’t process it.The man who had once made entire rooms flinch now looked small, broken, pleading.And God help me, my body betrayed me instantly.Heat pooled low in my belly.My nipples tightening under his gaze, thighs pressing together against the sudden ache between them.My hands shook so badly I had to curl them into fists.I missed his touch.Missed the way his palms felt rough and possessive sliding over my skin.The way he would pin me down and fuck the anger right out of both of us until we were both trembling wrecks.Every hair on my arms stood up, begging for his fingers, his mouth, anything to drown out the pain still throbbing in my chest.But my brain would not let me forget.“This isn’t

Amber. “You want me to fuck you right here in the hospital?” His words came out slow and deliberate.His teeth caught my lower lip and tugged until it stung sweetly.He released it with a soft pop, then dragged his mouth lower.Pressing hot, open kisses along the underside of my jaw.Down the column of my throat.Lingering where my pulse hammered like a trapped bird.“Where’s that innocent little blondie I fell for?” he murmured against my skin.His breath scorching as he continued his path.His tongue flicked the hollow at the base of my neck before he dipped lower.His mouth closing over one breast.He sucked hard.His teeth grazed the sensitive peak.Then soothed it with slow circles of his tongue.“Oh my God…” The moan tore out of me.My hips jerking forward instinctively.He switched to the other nipple without warning.His fingers pinching and rolling the one he had just abandoned.Wet heat surrounded the tight bud.The suction pulling a fresh wave of pleasure straight to my

Zeden.How do I tell Amber that whatever she just made for dinner was churning my stomach like I’d swallowed battery acid?The potatoes looked burnt around the edges.Charred little black specks clinging to what should have been creamy white.The beef sat in a pool of sauce that looked more like motor oil than gravy. Thick and oily, glistening under the candlelight in a way that made my throat close up before I even got close.The scent hit me the second I lifted the lid, like someone had dumped an entire jar of cheap chili powder and forgotten to stop.My eyes watered instantly.It wasn’t just strong. It was aggressive, clawing its way up my nostrils and burning the back of my sinuses.I wasn’t even sure this qualified as food anymore.This was poison laid out with love, carefully disguised as dinner, and if she weren’t my wife I’d have sworn she was trying to make sure I never lived long enough to meet our kid.Her question hung there, bright and hopeful. “Don’t you like it, Zeden