Todos os capítulos de Bride For The Blind Don: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Amber.I knew deep down I didn’t even need to ask, didn’t need to beg at all—Zeden would take me rough and hard, pounding into me like a savage beast driven by pure instinct, exactly how he craved. I’d never had to plead for him to fuck me before, but here I was, desperate for more, his hands already weaving their dark magic, stirring up that insatiable hunger inside me.It felt like a forbidden thirst I shouldn’t indulge, yet every time he touched me, my body snapped to attention, remembering it was his to command, his to ruin.I hadn’t even noticed when my hips started grinding against him, my legs still wrapped around his waist in a tight straddle. I couldn’t wrap my mind around wanting a man this fiercely, this wildly, with fire twisting low in my belly, scorching my pussy until it pulsed with unbearable heat. And still, I couldn’t stop rocking against his hard length, my hands cupping his face, pulling him closer as need consumed me.“Easy, blondie,” he murmured, his words dri

Amber.I was standing in the middle of the garden, watering the plants at the back of the mansion. Of course, it wasn’t just me. The other girls were busy chattering away about boys and clothes, their laughter floating through the air like nothing in the world was heavy. They usually had two days off from their work schedule—well, except me. I had never left the walls of this mansion. All because I was bought.And just today, when I thought about leaving and breathing different air, about going to the hospital to see my mother—at least that was the one thing on my to-do list when I woke up—I found my heart shattering instead. I felt like it had been broken into too many pieces to count. The one priority in my head had automatically been replaced by the image of Zeden’s betrayal. Would I even call it betrayal?“Fuck… I hate my life,” I muttered to myself as I increased the level of the rushing water from the watering can.“Is there a problem?” Elena asked. She was beside me, trimm

Amber.I pinched my free nipple myself, twisting it to bite back the screams building in my throat, but it only amplified the fire, making my hips grind against his face, chasing more of that wicked mouth.“Aahhh… please, don’t stop…” I begged, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as if he could bury himself deeper.He obliged, sucking my clit harder, teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothing with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. His fingers curled inside, hitting that perfect angle over and over, scissoring to stretch me open while his thumb circled my entrance, teasing the sensitive rim.The car filled with obscene sounds—wet smacks of his mouth on me, my breathless whimpers, his muffled groans of approval. Sweat beaded on my skin, the confined space turning steamy, windows fogging from our heat.“Zeden… I’m gonna… fuck…” I sobbed, the coil in my belly winding tighter, every lick and thrust pushing me closer to the edge.He clamped down harder on my breast,

Amber.“Interesting,” was all she said, her voice smooth as silk but edged with something colder, before she turned fully back to her son. “I think she is my concern now. Isn’t she the new girl? Misha mentioned someone fitting that exact description. Blonde, mouthy, always hovering too close. And look—she matches perfectly.”She stepped toward Zeden again, slow and deliberate, like a predator circling prey that had forgotten how to run.“Is she your new toy?” she asked, tilting her head as though genuinely curious. “Considering how… active your sexual appetite has always been, I suppose you’d take just about anyone these days. But this one feels different. Special, even. You’ve never bothered interfering when I’ve questioned your little playthings before.”Her hand rose, fingers curling gently around Zeden’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, but the air between them thickened with old, unspoken violence.“Look at her,” she continued, releasing

Zeden.I walked to the maids’ quarters.I had no business being there. That’s what I always told myself. That part of the house was supposed to stay separate—distant, unimportant, just another corner of this prison I never asked for.Until her.Fuck.She’d changed everything without even trying. One girl. One stubborn, mouthy blonde who got under my skin like no one else ever had. And now here I was, moving through the dimly lit corridors like some fool who couldn’t stay away.Rukov had told me which room was hers. I didn’t expect anyone else to be sharing it. Didn’t think about it at all, honestly. I just turned the knob and pushed the door open.Inside, another girl was talking nonstop—gossiping, laughing, filling the small space with noise. Amber lay on the narrow bed, quiet, facing the wall, shoulders curled in like she was trying to disappear.The roommate saw me first. Through the mirror above the dresser. Her eyes went wide, mouth opening on a gasp that never made it out. Fea