Blind Spot by Sakshi C (the reader ebook TXT) 📕

The event had started to become overbearing for Inessa and they had been here only for half an hour. The women had their own groups and she had no interest in talking to men. She accompanied Danzel everywhere he went as she didn't know anyone here. She also noticed some of the men eyeing her lustfully. She didn't like it. 

Her feet had started to ache by ambling in circled for the last one hour. She wanted to sit. Danzel was busy talking when she stepped away from him and towards an empty table, which was a few feet away. Danzel didn't notice her leaving. Inessa settled in one of the chairs and grabbed a glass of water from the passing waiter. 

Her eyes were aimlessly wandering around the hall as she sipped on the tasteless liquid to pass the time. What was she doing here? Why was she here? What her life had become? She wanted to be free and that's why she had married Andrei but now she was nothing more than a captive. A murderer in other's eyes and a captive in her own. 

"May I sit here?" a masculine voice interrupted her train of thoughts. She looked up and found a young man smiling down at her. She gave him a hesitant nod and went back to her previous task of studying the hall. 

"Boring," the man initiated. Inessa turned to him with slightly furrowed brows. The man smirked amused at her. 

"This is written all over your face. I assume you don't like such parties," he stated as his smirk widened into a smile. She stared at him in confusion. Why was he talking to her? 

"Rightly so. I hate it too. I feel like I've come into a funeral," the man admitted with a sigh. A small smile tug at Inessa's lips but she didn't reply.

"I blame my dad for this. He forced me otherwise I would have never attended this," he seemed o be a chatterbox. The man was good-looking and give off positive vibes. 

"What brought you here. Clearly, you are not enjoying yourself," the man asked her. 

She nudged her chin towards where Danzel was standing. 

"You came with Danzel Lavigne," he asked with wide eyes. Inessa nodded. 

"Whoaa....I would have never guessed," he remarked, staring at Danzel. And then he returned his eyes on her. 

"I am Dixon. May I know your name?" he asked. Inessa was enjoying the conversation. It had been so long she actually had someone to talk to. Someone who didn't see her as a criminal. Someone who was willing to talk to her.

Inessa eye- pointed towards the pen tucked in his pocket. The man followed her gaze with a confused look. He, unsurely, brought her pen from his pocket and gave it to her. 

Inessa wrote her name on a tissue paper and showed it to him. Dixon read the content and realisation crossed his features. 

"Ohhh," he realised out. She can't speak. 

Dixon imitated her and started writing on the tissue. First, Inessa felt offended but when she realised he wasn't doing it in a bad taste, a smile crept over her lips. 

They started conversing on the tissue. Dixon had impeccable comic timing. For minutes they talked and laughed. Talking to him was the highlight of her day as she felt relaxed and carefree.

But that didn't last for long as a dark shadow crept over them in the name of Danzel.

"What is going on here?" Danzel tried but couldn't hide his annoyance as he spew venom at both of them with his eyes.

Both of them were taken off guard by his harsh tone. Dixon schooled his features and willed a polite smile on his face.        

"Mr. LAvigne......"

"Get up," Lavigne gritted out before grabbing Inessa's hand and pulling her to her feet. Dixon watched them in shock as Danzel started dragging Inessa towards a corridor. 

His orbs were hard and his jaw was set. The anger was rolling off of him in waves. Inessa remained a step behind him as she didn't want to come into his line of sight. Her heart began to pound furiously when he saw in the direction he was taking her. The people and the light had left behind and they were stepping towards darkness. Danzel led her on a big dark lawn. 

Danzel took her to a dark, aloof corner and slammed her against the wall, knocking the air off her lungs. Before Inessa could understand anything, his lips was on hers. He kissed her possessively and with a sheer need. It was a harsh, brutal kiss that was meant to draw blood from her soft flesh. For minutes, she was mauled by his wicked mouth. The kiss made her whimper and wince.

She felt him lifting her dress. His cold fingerpads brushing against her warm thigh. She tried to push him away when his hand cupped her womanhood through the fabric. 

He pulled both her hands overhead and grabbed them with one hand while with the other he undid his trousers. 

When he was free, he slid her panty to the side and entered her in one long thrust. He groaned, feeling her warm core swallowing him inch by inch. Inessa gasped at his sudden intrusion. He wrapped her one leg around him and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Inessa closed her eyes to block wherever was happening when he started moving inside her. It was her coping mechanism now. 

His breathless grunt sounded feral in her ear as he pounded into her. She was trying to not feel anything but his thrusts were too deep and too striking to ignore. She whimpered when he increased the pace. Anyone could walk in on them and catch them in the act. He slammed into her with a powerful thrust, making her eyes fling open. For a second, all she felt, understood was his cock pressed against her deepest part.

She started to breathe through her mouth, feeling delirious. The stars were glittering in the sky. She choked on her breath and her legs faltered when his length brushed against her sensitive spot.

She squirmed even more restlessly when he pressed his thumb on her bud and started massaging it skillfully, prompting a current of pleasure to run through her veins. 

The night was cold but they were burning like a star, throbbing and ready to burst into pieces.