Contract of Desire: The Billionaire's Blind Wife
This man my husband only by contract was the one who'd taken me in, offering me a haven I didn't know if I deserved.
"Ahh!" I gasped, a sound that was both a protest and a plea, as his hand moved higher, tracing the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, igniting a trembling sensation, a forbidden pleasure I'd never known before.
I pressed my palm to my mouth, desperately muffling the sounds building in my throat, fighting a losing battle against the tide of desire that threatened to drown me.
Since losing my sight, my other senses had grown razor sharp, a cruel twist of fate that amplified every sensation, every touch, every sound, leading us inevitably to this moment.