All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amber.I was still shaking from the sheer weight of his command.His request.I stared up at him from my knees, chest heaving, mouth still slick and swollen from him.The taste of him lingered on my tongue, sweet, everything I wanted, right.My pussy throbbed harder than ever, juices slicking my inner thighs, soaking the already-damp fabric of my uniform.Something burned through me in hot waves, but beneath it, deeper, darker, something else pulsed.Need.Hunger.The sick truth that part of me wanted to take back his cock into my mouth, and beg for more.And yet he had just made that ridiculous demand.Zeden had the nerve to push even further. To demand something that made my stomach twist into knots.His fingers which were wet from me, he wiped them casually on his trousers like it was nothing.My chest tightened.“Zeden…” My voice cracked. “You can’t expect me to do what you just said. You don’t mean that, right? I can’t.”My knees ached against the cold concrete.I could feel th

Amber.“Fuck…” Zeden groaned so loudly it sounded like he’d been starving for weeks.He squeezed one breast hard, fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks, while his mouth attacked the other with brutal determination.Sloppy, wet sounds filled the small room; sucking, licking, the occasional sharp pop when he pulled back just to dive in again.His tongue lashed over the peak, swirling around the sensitive tip before he sucked it deep, hollowing his cheeks like he wanted to pull my whole soul out through my nipple.God, the pressure of his body on mine was unbearable.His cock rested heavy against my mound, thick and hot, the head leaking steadily onto my skin.Every tiny shift of his hips dragged it along my slit, teasing without giving me what I needed.The more he pressed down, the more desperate I became.My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, stretched, ruined.I wanted to reach between us, grab him, guide that fat length inside me, and sink down until he bo

Amber. “I want you to fuck me, Amber,” he growled. “So hard. So fucking hard. Take my cock into that tight little hole. I want to feel it reaching the very depths of your pussy. Stretching you wide. Filling you up until you can’t think straight. Until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.”It was exactly what I wanted.His cock buried deep inside my pussy.My body responded instantly, like it only spoke that language.I straddled him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.I bent forward slightly, my hand reaching to grab his cock, hard as concrete, resting heavy against his stomach.I dragged the swollen head toward my entrance, rubbing it along my slick folds once before positioning it right at my opening.It wasn’t easy at first.I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch.The stretch burned; delicious and overwhelming, as my walls parted around his thickness.He filled me so completely it felt like too much and not enough all at once.Zeden m

Amber.Oh my God, I was a slut.A fucking bitch in heat.A shameless whore.Dignity? What dignity? It had evaporated somewhere between Zeden’s hands and the way my body kept betraying me.My mouth hung open, breaths coming in hard, uneven gasps.I tried to swallow, but my throat felt thick and useless.My brain seemed to be operating on a different frequency entirely, scattered and hazy, while my pussy throbbed relentlessly, clenching around nothing as I watched Zeden bite into the apple slice that had just been buried inside my cunt.Coated in my slick wetness. Shining with it.And God, I wanted it.I wanted that apple so badly my mouth watered.Saliva pooled under my tongue. I could smell my own arousal, musky, sweet, unmistakable, and the thought of tasting myself on that fruit made my clit pulse harder.“I asked if you enjoyed that,” Zeden said again, chewing slowly, eyes locked on mine.What language was I supposed to use to beg him to fuck me right here?Right now?In this di

Zeden.I stood on the polished tiled floor of the Rossi mansion, feeling every inch of how wrong this place was.The house wasn’t small, far from it, but it still felt smaller than mine. Less. Everything about the Rossis screamed second place. The marble wasn’t as white. The chandeliers didn’t catch the light the same way. Even the air tasted stale compared to the sharp, clean scent that always hung in the Vercetti halls.I’d married into one of the richest families in the city once. Marissa. Yes, I’d made sure her last breath came from my own hands. Yes, I knew this invitation was a farce.This dinner, this pretense of peace, it was all theater.A show. And it was grating on my last nerve.My bones felt like they were splitting apart under the weight of old rage.I should have walked out the second we arrived. Dragged Amber with me and left this charade behind.She stood a few steps behind Mother, holding the gift-wrapped box Mother insisted on presenting.Amber looked completely