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

Slowly, he pressed down his thumb on her clitoris and started rubbing it in a slow circular motion. Her legs jerked involuntarily as he picked up the pace, making her bud slippery with wetness. She still forced down the moan, jumping up her throat and enduring his assault with no voice. 

She was acting stubborn but Danzel wasn't going to give up either. He slid her soaked panties to the side. Not a second later a thick middle finger forced entered her body, making her gasp. She jerked up in shock only to be forced back down onto his finger. Her body tensed up.  

She tried to twist away but It was impossible to break free from his vice-like grip around his waist. 

"You may pretend all you want but this little cunt of yours is loving what I am doing with it," he shamelessly whispered the dirty words in her ear as he added another finger and thrusted them knuckle deep into her narrow tunnel, knocking the air out of her lungs.  

"Let it out," he commanded impatiently while swirling his fingers wickedly inside her dripping channel while assailing her neck with his kisses.

He pressed down on her gspot and bit down on her neck, causing numbing electricity to race through her veins. Not able to withstand it any longer, she let out a moan and shiver involuntarily in his arms. Before she could recover, he added another digit and curled them viciously. The move took her by storm. Her whole being jerked convulsively as she came with full force. Her racked pussy throbbed around his thick fingers as she relaxed back into his chest, surviving her explosive release.

Meanwhile, he pulled his fingers from her constricting walls and sucked the clean. 

He kissed her cheek and continued to hold her as she recovered from her high. 

After several moments, he broke the silence.  

"Did you not paint today?" he took her hands in his and examined them. She shook her head absently. 

Danzel had bought her some paints and canvas yesterday.  

"You should," he stated while lacing his fingers through hers and resting his cheek on the top of her head. 

Just a few hours ago he was raging like a bull but right now he felt nothing but serenity. 

He had earned enough to take care of his seven generations. He didn't need his family wealth for that. 

He can take care of his family on his own. 

He can take care of his woman. He looked down at the sleeping beauty on his lap. She had fallen asleep some time back. 

He can take care of his child. His fingers fondly caressed her flat belly. 

Hopefully, one day he will also have a family of his own.  

....... 

Danzl was behaving strangely for the past few days. He didn't throw her threats as he used to nor did he glare at her with unspeakable vehemence.        

She had no idea what to make of it. His calm nature was not settling well with her. 

And today he had brought her to an art exhibition. 

Inessa was awestruck since the moment she entered the hall. For a moment, she forgot all about her troubles as her eyes landed on paintings. Her breathtaking brown eyes excitedly jumping from one canvas to other. Her passion for art was shining through her eyes and it didn't go unnoticed by Danzel. He was watching her every movement with keen interest. There was something very satisfying in watching her.

He let her take the lead and followed her as she went from one art piece to another. 

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smirk. She had never been this comfortable around him. Not being able to hold himself, he snuck behind her and splayed his hands on her waist, not caring about the eyes they could attract. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked in her ear. She looked over her shoulder and nodded. Her response widened his smile. Leaning he briefly pecked the corner of her lips. 

"Let me know if you want any of it," he told her in a low tone.  

"Mr. Lavigne," a deep voice interrupted their intimate engagement. Danzel drew away and turned around. 

"I never thought I'll see you here," a man in his mid-fifties approached him with a surprised look.

Danzel flashed him a warm smile. 

"Well, you thought wrong," Danzel answered in a light tone. The older man chuckled. 

" Yes, I did. Did you like anything here?" the man asked curiously    

" You are a talented artist, Mr. Agosti. I am not regretting my decision of coming here," he stated. 

The man's eyes lit up with pride. 

"It's a big compliment for me," he stops when his eyes sweep over to Inessa who is standing quietly beside Danzel. 

"May I know who this lovely lady is?" he asked, flashing Inessa a warm smile. 

Danzel looked down at her. 

"She is my girlfriend, Inessa Monett," he answered in one beat while staring down at her. 

Inessa looked up at him in shock. 

"Very pretty woman," the older man answered, not seeing the tension brewing between the two. 

Inessa looked away from him feeling a flicker of irritation scorching her insides. 

Inessa was standing beside Danzel as he conversed with Mr. Agosti. The moments passed by, she was feeling thirsty. She wanted to call the waiter but noneof them wer meeting her eyes and for obvious reasons, sh couldn't call for them. Danzel was in the middle of a conversation but he noticed her uneasiness. He scanned the room and spotted a waiter serving behind them.  

"Waiter," he turned and called. Inessa looked up at Danzel, surprised at how he figured out what she needed. 

"Give lady a glass of water," he nudged his chin towards Inessa.

Inessa turned around and gripped the glass from the waiter's hand. 

She brought it up to her lips and lifted her lashes. It is then she noticed who had served her the glass of water. 

Her hands started shaking instantly and tears of fear brimmed her eyes.