Love Is Blind Mark Cuevas Novels & Stories

I lurch forward, nearly collapsing, but his grip on me is iron. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Wet, vulgar sounds. My ass is on fire, the pain mingling with a dark, twisted pleasure I don’t want to admit is there. “Look at her face,” Mark says, his voice breathless. He’s zooming in, capturing the tears leaking from my eyes, the way my mouth is open in a silent scream. “She loves it. Look at those eyes.”

He had an appointment with Xavia to talk about the endorsement, but had come to his room to rest because he felt uncomfortable after drinking a glass of wine. After that, Xavia had entered his room, and she seemed to be a little drunk as well because she threw herself at him… “Mark, I love you.” The woman proclaimed her love for him. It was difficult for Mark to suppress his many years of longing and he willingly embraced Xavia. Just as he was about to go further, he was struck by a sudden realization. “You’re not Xav. Who are you?” His voice was cold and stern. The woman cried out in pain and said aggrievedly, “Mark, I’m Xav. How can you—”

His expression is unreadable, neither sympathetic nor cruel. "How long was I out?" I ask. My voice was rough and dry. "Long enough." He takes a slow drag from his cigarette. "The blind man does not hold back and that is the point of him." I laugh, and the sound turns into a cough that rattles my chest. "You threw me at a blind man who apparently fights like a demon, and you did not think to warn me?" Mark sighed slightly. "I did warn you. You did not listen."

Chloeb smiled, eyes dark with desire. She started with the blindfold, slipping it gently over Mark’s eyes. The world went black. Every sound, every breath, every shift in the air felt magnified. Vulnerability mixed with excitement. She secured cuffs around his wrists and ankles, firm but comfortable. He was completely exposed now, unable to see, unable to move. He heard their footsteps circling the room, soft against the carpet. Then, a hand on his shoulder, a delicate touch that made him shiver. He didn’t know whose hand it was, and that made it even hotter. The touch moved down his back, tracing the line of his sides. A mouth followed, lips against his neck, teeth grazing skin. He gasped,

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Without hesitation, he grabbed a wire and dug it into Reese’s skin. “Okay! Okay! Stop! I’ll tell you!” Reese screamed, his voice raw as the pain surged through him. Carson stopped, his blank stare unchanging. Reese gulped again, his eyes flicking nervously between Drake and Carson. Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his entire body trembling like a cornered animal. “He has an upper hand,” Reese finally confessed, his voice barely audible. “Who?” Carson demanded, his tone sharp. “Markus,” Reese whispered, as though saying the name aloud might bring down a curse. He licked his dry lips, his voice quivering. “Markus Meyer.”

’ ‘What happened to them? ‘The hybrid met his mate. Let’s call her C. C is the loveliest woman both men had ever seen. Despite knowing that C was the hybrid’s mate, A still fell in love with her. That love had made A blind. Even if he knew about C’s plans of betraying the hybrid, he still helped C.’ ‘What? They were so cruel.’

I still had a sliver of vision in my left eye, but this remaining sliver merely added to my misery. Picking up a pencil, I attempted to sketch something. However, every stroke was just painfully difficult with my blurred vision. Just then, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door. "Julia, are you okay? I heard you were hospitalized due to an injury." I froze in shock, and the shaky hand I had been sketching with halted, too. The voice was unmistakably Leah's. I jerked my head in the direction of the door. Despite my blurry vision, I could still make out that the person standing before me was Leah—but wasn't she supposed to be dead?

I had already made my own sacrifices, and sooner or later, everyone else would. "Do you think he'll do it?" Maeve asked the moment Mark exited the room. She clearly doubted him, and while I had my own doubts, I wanted to trust in Mark. Love was a drug, and there was no man more motivated than a man who wants to be with the woman they loved.