All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zeden. I stood under the dim light of my bedroom, right in front of the full-length mirror, a cigarette pinched between my fingers. Steam still clung to my skin from the shower, tiny droplets tracing lazy paths down my chest, over the dragon ink that coiled across my ribs and disappeared behind my back. I watched my reflection—naked, unhurried—eyes dropping to the heavy curve of my cock hanging soft between my thighs.It shifted with every small movement I made: a slight turn of my hip, a drag of smoke into my lungs, the flex of muscle in my abdomen. Soft one second, thickening the next. Not from touch. Not from porn playing in my head. Just from her.Amber.Only her.The thought of her cunt—wet, swollen, clenching around nothing when I’d pulled out last night—sent blood rushing south. I felt myself lengthen, lift, harden without a single hand on me. The shaft thickened visibly in the mirror, veins rising under the skin, head swelling until it nudged upward, brushing my low

Zeden.“Zam, stop running! You’re going to trip and fall on the floor. It’s not safe.”Mother’s voice chased after Zameera from the far end of the corridor, sharp and commanding, but the little girl didn’t even slow down. She bolted straight toward the maids’ quarters like she was on a mission bigger than anything else in the world, small feet slapping the marble, completely deaf to the warning.I stepped fully into the sitting room just as Mother relaxed back onto the couch, legs crossed, posture perfect, clearly still waiting for Delilah to arrive. The sight of her sitting there—so composed, so expectant—made my stomach twist hard. My bones felt like they might crack apart from the pressure building inside.“Zeden… where are you going?” She rose halfway off the cushion, brows lifting. “Didn’t you hear any of the things I said to you?”“What was that?” I asked, voice flat and cold. “Remind me again.”“Are you kidding me right now?” She stood completely now, hands on her hips. “I

Zeden.An hour later I was pacing the hospital corridor outside Amber’s room like a caged animal. Restless. Wired. Every muscle in my body felt coiled too tight, ready to snap. I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this sterile white hallway that smelled of bleach and bad decisions. Not hovering outside a room where doctors and nurses moved in and out like they owned the place.I threw my fist into the wall. Plaster cracked under my knuckles. The sound echoed louder than I expected—sharp enough to carry into her room, I was sure. Pain shot up my arm but it didn’t register. Nothing did.“I need a cigarette,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.Rukov stood at the corner of the hall, pretending not to watch me unravel. He heard me anyway.“Boss, it’s a hospital…” he started, voice low, careful.“You’re a fool,” I snapped. “Get me a cigarette. And fucking lead me to a restroom.”He didn’t argue. Reached into his jacket, pulled out the slim black case, flicked it open, an

Amber.I made small whimpers that tangled pain with shame—the shame that bloomed from wanting him anyway. From craving the very thing that was tearing me open. Lust and hunger twisted inside me until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. How was my body responding so eagerly, so deliciously, to his mouth roaming everywhere? To the way he claimed me like I was already his in every way that counted?“God…” The moan slipped out as his lips stayed latched to my nipple, sucking with raw hunger and deliberate roughness. The tip of his tongue swirled into the tiny peak, teasing the sensitive opening before he bit down sharply. The sting crashed into the lingering pain already fueling my nerves, sending a fresh jolt straight through me.“Oh baby… fuck…” Zeden groaned against my skin.Baby.The pet name landed like a spark in dry grass. It raced through my veins, igniting everything it touched. That was the first time he’d ever called me that—something softer than blo

Amber.The emptiness in my mouth felt like a sharp, aching loss the moment Zeden pulled his cock free. My lips stayed parted, swollen and slick, tongue still tingling from his taste; salty, hot, addictive. A fresh throb pulsed between my legs, my pussy clenching around nothing, already greedy for attention again.He patted my cheek gently, almost tenderly, like I was a child reaching for candy. The touch should have felt mocking. Instead it sent another wave of heat rushing through me.“I told you,” he murmured, low and rough, “I’m not done with you.”He shifted down my body slowly. His cock—still hard, still glistening—brushed along my stomach, smearing warm trails of cum across my skin. The contact made me shiver, hips lifting toward him without permission.Then he settled between my thighs.He hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them back until my toes curled into the mattress. The position opened me completely—pussy exposed, clit swollen and pulsing under his gaze.