All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Wrap Your Mouth Around It…

~~Amber~~ "What are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice low as I felt his hand trail across my chest. "What does it look like?" he said, rough, almost like a growl against my ear. That’s when my eyes snapped open—wide, confused, and burning. I jolted but felt my back slam harder against his chest. We were in the bathtub. Together. Hot water steamed around us, stinging my skin like punishment. A napkin was clutched in his hand—he was scrubbing me. Not gently. Not kindly. Like he was trying to erase something. "I want to go back outside," I croaked, shifting, my body struggling to sit. “I want to continue my punishment.” His arm tightened around me before I could rise. “You’re so damn stubborn,” he hissed. “That’s why you deserve every punishment I give you.” My breath caught. My fingers curled over the side of the tub. "Then why am I here?” I turned my face halfway toward him. “If you think I deserved that… why the hell am I here?” He was quiet for a beat.

Fùck My Brains Out…

~~Amber~~ His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to make my lips part in shock. “That’s it… open wider,” he snarled, dragging the thick head of his cock across my lips. “You feel that? You made it this hard, Amber. Now you fucking deal with it.” I whimpered, breath trembling, heart racing. “Put your tongue out,” he ordered, voice like gravel. “Taste it. Worship it.” I obeyed. My tongue darted out and touched the head—salty, hot. He groaned low in his throat, then shoved the tip between my lips without warning. “Take it… all of it,” he growled. He thrust forward. My mouth filled—too much, too fast. I gagged, throat tightening, but he didn’t stop. His cock slammed deeper, hitting the back of my throat again and again. His hips snapped forward, using my mouth like it was his personal fuckhole. Tears burned my eyes. “Yeah… that’s it, choke on it,” he grunted, holding my head in place as he fucked into my mouth. “You said you almost died? Then fuc

Sold For A Reason…

~~Amber~~ I didn’t know who she was, but the moment her eyes landed on me—half naked, in Zeden’s bed—her whole face twisted with rage. Was she his lover? Another one of his sluts? My head spun with questions I didn’t have the courage to ask. I reached over to the other side of the bed, grabbing one of Zeden’s shirts to slip on. Her voice sliced through the air. “What do you think you’re doing? Wearing his shirt? Who gave you that right?” Before I could even answer, she was striding toward me. Her hand shot out, yanking the sheets from my body. The shirt slipped from my grip. I froze. Naked. Completely exposed. Shame burned through me, but anger pressed harder against my chest. I wanted to curse her out, shove her away—but fear kept my mouth shut. I didn’t know if she mattered to Zeden. If she did, and I fought back, I’d be punished. I couldn’t take another punishment. Not now. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Please… can I just put something on

Who Do You Belong To…

~~Amber~~ “No... I won’t do it,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I stared deep into her eyes, daring her to challenge me. She sneered, voice sharp as a blade. “You must be joking. I give the orders here. And you, a nobody, will follow them—no questions, no complaints.” “I didn’t say I’d never do it,” I shot back, my voice trembling but defiant. “I said I won’t do it your way. Do you know how sharp those shards are? They’ll cut me the second I touch them.” I paused, searching for words to reason with her—but before I could continue, she raised a finger, stopping me cold. “I don’t care. I don’t bloody care how much you bleed picking them up. What are you? And who are you?” Her fingers dug into my arm, grabbing me with a grip so tight my skin burned. She yanked me down until I was on my knees, the cold floor biting through my thin dress. “Now, you’ll do exactly as I say,” she hissed, leaning in close enough that I could feel her breath on my

He Hurts To Care…

~~Amber~~ "Why won’t you do what she asked you?" His voice was rough, deep enough to make the air feel heavy. I looked at him, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. His grip on my arm was like a vice, crushing bone. My legs wobbled. I had no idea what to say, but I knew I had to say something. Zeden doesn’t tolerate silence. "Answer me. Don’t make me repeat myself," he said, voice dropping into that dangerous calm that always came before something worse. "I... I couldn’t. I can’t. I’d get hurt if I do that. She’s been—mean to me since this morning. And I... I haven’t even—" "Enough." His interruption was sharp enough to cut. Out of the corner of my eye, Misha stood like she owned the place, watching, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk. "Who cares if you’ve done nothing wrong?" Zeden said, his tone colder now. "You were told to do something, not complain. I don’t care if you have to use your teeth... or your damn toenails. I don’t care how you do it. You w

I Don’t Care…

Zeden. I should have looked away. I should never care about her the moment Misha pointed at her like she was something worth sweeping out with the trash. That was the simplest choice. The expected choice. The choice a man like me—blind, merciless, unbothered—was supposed to make. Yet here I was, sitting on the edge of my bed with a jar of ointment in my hand, my fingers brushing over the warm pulse of her wounded knees as she trembled. And I hated—hated—that I could feel every shiver. Hated that the smallest sound she made crawled under my skin like a spider of irritation and something far worse. She winced when my thumb pressed too close to the cut. Good. She should wince. She had disobeyed. She had embarrassed me in front of my sister. She had made me speak twice, which was a sin punishable on its own. And still… I was kneeling here like some idiot. “This wouldn’t have happened if you simply obeyed,” I said, my voice cold as the marble floors in this cursed

The Number Of Times He Fucked Me…

Amber. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a life at all. Because I never truly had one to begin with. Not with my father. Not with my sister. My father treated me in ways a father should never treat his daughter—ways I still couldn’t name without my chest locking tight. And Skyla, my younger sister, never saw me as the eldest. To her, I was just a space that needed erasing. A mistake that should be replaced with something better. Something cleaner. And now here I was—Zeden’s prisoner. Or maid. Or whatever name fit his mood. But never a slut. Never that. Even if the word brushed my lips in anger or despair, I refused to wear it. Before all of this, I had a life. A real one. Dreams. A future. And my father had cut it off with his own hands and sold what remained. My mother’s face flashed through my mind—pale, still, unmoving. God… how had I lived here for weeks without breaking apart over her? She was still in a coma. The last time my father was supposed to go to

Whose Blood Is On Your Hands…

Amber.“Zeden…?” I whispered.I couldn’t see his face clearly, the hallway lights too dim, the angle wrong—but his scent gave him away instantly. Cold, familiar, unmistakable. Panic surged through me and I tried to wrench myself free, twisting my wrist in his grip.It was useless.“What are you doing?” I hissed in a low voice. “Let me go. Now. This minute.”I didn’t dare raise my voice. I knew better. Even if someone woke, even if someone heard—once they realized it was Zeden, they would turn their faces away and pretend blindness. He was the Don. His actions didn’t require witnesses. Or permission.“Quiet,” he muttered suddenly.In one swift motion, he twisted me around, pressing me back against one of the stone pillars. My spine hit his chest, hard, his body caging me in. His hand still held my wrist, but now his other arm snaked around me, locking me in place as if I were something he owned, something that could be restrained at will.That was when I smelled it.Blood.Faint, met

Crawl For Me…

Amber.Every inch of me sparked alive at the shift—his breath feathering over my skin, warm and teasing, stirring hairs I didn’t even know could feel so sensitive. His lips hovered there, not quite touching, but close enough to send electric pulses racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly. The pillar dug cold into my front, a stark contrast to the heat of him pressing behind, his frame solid, unyielding, trapping me in this haze of dread and unwanted fire.My pulse thundered wild, betraying me, echoing in my ears like a drumbeat I couldn’t silence. His fingers on my wrist loosened just a fraction, but only to slide up my arm, tracing a slow path that left gooseflesh in its wake. I hated how my body leaned into it, how my hips shifted back instinctively, brushing against the hard line of him. “Why won’t you tell me?” I whispered, my defiance cracking under the weight of his nearness. His mouth grazed the curve of my throat now, a ghost of contact that made my knees weaken, f

I Need Your Mouth…🌶️🌶️🌶️

Amber.The demand hit me like a bolt, sending shivers through my core as I stayed on my knees before him. It wasn’t new—Zeden had pushed me into acts I’d never dreamed of, wild things that twisted my thoughts. But he always made it happen, bending me to his will.He never repeated commands. I knew that.“What are you waiting for?” he growled, his head tilting down like he could pin me with a stare. He swore he saw things, even in his darkness—shadows, shapes, whatever guided him.My right palm still wrapped his length, firm and pulsing, while my left dug into his thigh for balance.“Gonna keep teasing with those fingers, or get to it?” he pressed, impatience thick in his tone.“What…” I mumbled, acting like I hadn’t caught his order to take him between my lips.“I said, no just hands. Mouth. And don’t make me say it again,” he warned.My lips opened without thought, like his words pulled strings in me. Of course they did. He owned every part—bought and paid for. I was his toy, his

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