บททั้งหมดของ Bride For The Blind Don: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

~~Amber~~ As a young woman on the brink of losing my virginity, I should be expecting a penis, but instead, I'm horrified to think my first penetration is going to be from a gun. Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I kept pulling at the cuffs on my wrists, kept kicking and struggling against the elastic ropes holding my legs apart. But with every desperate tug, my legs spread wider… and wider. The stretch burned. It hurt so much. "You’re seriously going to use that on me?" I asked, trying to stay calm, but my voice trembled. "Will it hurt?" He didn’t answer. "Huh?! Answer me, you fucking monster!" I shouted, my voice cracking. My knees were wide open now. I couldn’t close them even if I tried. I was completely exposed. He just smiled. "What’s sex without pain, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft, chilling. "Every pain you feel… that’s the most pleasurable part of it, my little blondie." He lowered himself onto the bed, his weight sinking the mattress, as he

~~Amber~~ One thing I knew for sure—my father wouldn’t show up here without a reason. Not without something he wanted. Money, probably. Zeden must have paid him off already. So why was he back? Another deal? Another price on my head? I guess that’s what I was now. A transaction. A receipt with no refund. I stepped forward, ignoring my father completely. “I came to ask what the guest needs,” I said, keeping my voice flat as I walked past Father—Like he was nothing to me. “Amber…” My father stood like he was about to embrace me, like he deserved to. “No, no, no…” Zeden cut in, heading toward his chair. He dropped into it like a king reclaiming his throne. “Antonio, sit down. I didn’t call you here for a father-daughter reunion. You sold her. She’s mine. No ties. No relationship. So sit your ass down.” The weight of his words hit hard—especially the way my father obeyed without hesitation, sinking back into the couch like a spineless coward. I didn’t stop. I kept

Sleeping was impossible. I didn’t know what I should feel—if I was supposed to pity my father for being tortured by Zeden, or be glad that he finally got everything he deserved. After all the beatings. After all the pain. After dragging me into this twisted life… then selling me off like I was nothing. And still, here I am. Still suffering. Still being used. I rolled restlessly, tossing around the bed like I could shake off the weight on my chest. But it only grew heavier. Zeden used his own child—used her to crawl under my skin, to open my heart, just to fuck me. Zameera told me. She told me he was her father. And I didn’t listen. I was so distracted, so desperate to protect someone, to feel something… I ignored every red flag. I should’ve known. Fuck. I pressed my palm hard over my chest, trying to silence the ache, the regret, the disgust—at him… at my father… and at myself. Every organ in my body screamed to go to him and stab him straight in the chest. He sh

~~Amber~~ It’s been two days. Yet my pussy still throbs. Still twitches. Like it remembers. Like he’s still inside me—fucking me wide open. Every second of the day, I feel it. This ache between my legs. This disgusting, wet heat that won’t go away. It’s like there’s a goddamn pussy leak in me—like some sealed tank of cum and juice got popped, and now I’m just constantly… dripping. No matter what I do. What I wear. Where I am. I’ll be walking… and suddenly I feel it. That wetness. That heat sliding down my thighs. Fuck. My body’s ruined. Zeden fucked me like a savage, like I was a slut, like my body was his property. And now—my body won’t forget. My nipples… they hurt. They stay hard. Tight. Sensitive. Even the fabric of my bra brushing over them makes me whimper. Sometimes I find myself pressing my palm into them… rubbing… trying to ease the ache. But it doesn’t help. It only wakes it more. It only makes me remember how he bit

Zeden’s POV Fuck. The fact that I couldn’t stay away from the window—couldn’t stop thinking about her—pissed me off more than anything. I couldn’t see her. But fuck, I felt her. Every organ in my body was on fire. Was I waiting for her knees to snap? For them to scream and crack from the pressure until she couldn't stand again? Or maybe… maybe I just wanted the rain to tear through her skin, bite into her bones until she broke. Or maybe... I just wanted to make sure she was still fucking breathing. I paced like a lunatic. Like a goddamn fool. All over a stubborn, disobedient girl who should've meant nothing. Damn it. I slammed my fist into the edge of the study table. Wood splintered beneath my knuckles, but the pain didn’t register. Not enough. Sleep was impossible. Rest didn’t exist. So I lit a cigarette—hoping to calm the war inside me. I took a long drag, then pressed the burning end against my palm. Pain. Good. I wanted to feel it. Needed it to con