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

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I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn’t love each other. That word wasn’t in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy.
I married Andrei, not aware of someone’s eyes on me all through these years.
Danzel Lavigne.
I had no idea that my husband’s older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed.
He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father refused. The don can’t have a disable as his wife. I am mute.
My life turned for worse after Andrei died and I was summoned by the devil. He was supposed to kill me, avenge his brother's death but..did I mention he has a blindspot where I am concerned?

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Once he was done, Inessa shoved him. Fear was written all over her face as she turned o take a look at Arthur. He had killed her mercilessly. Although she felt no mercy for Arthur, the fear for Danzel had rattled her to her bone.

Danzel watched her in confusion as she ran out of the basement with tears flying out of her eyes.

........

Danzel unlocked the door and got in.

Inessa was huddled against a wall with her face buried between her knees. She had locked the door but Danzel already had access to each and every room of his mansion.

She shrunk into herself as she sensed him coming towards her.

She finally lifted her face and found him towering over her. Right now he looked like a grim reaper to her. She knew what he was capable of. His dad had proudly sung his deeds to them. She knew he was a barbaric murderer but seeing it with her own eyes was another matter. His hand didn't even shake while shooting.

This all was new to her. Andrei wasn't like him. Andrei had never killed.

She whimpered as he crouched to her level. He tilted her chin and made her look into his eyes.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe her tears but she flinched back in terror.

He clenched his jaw seeing her reaction. By now, she should know he would not hit her. He had been protecting her for so long why does she still have to react like this.

Annoyed, he gripped her chin and fixed her with a fierce glare. He was tired of her cowering away from him every fucking time. Why can't she just accept it she was bound to him for the rest of her life.

"You should be glad that I killed him for you," he squeezed her chin harshly, earning a whimper from her.

" But instead of showing how thankful you are, you are showing me tantrums. Not good, Doll," he sneered.

More tears washed down her eyes. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pry his hand away.

"Tell me one thing, doll. What set you off? Is it because I killed him," he asked, glaring into her eyes.

"Did you want him to live?" he pressed on bitterly.

A tear trailed down her cheek. His grip was hurting her badly. His gaze followed her tear. He removed his hold from her chin but he didn't stop glaring at her.

"You are a murderer," she told him in sign language.

He was unfazed by her words.

She wanted to scream at him that he was the one who raped her. He was the one who took her innocence and she hated him as much as she hated Arthur. He was no better. And maybe she wasn't too. She couldn't deny the fact that she had unwillingly enjoyed his touches. He had always succeeded in creating a war between her body and mind just with his touches.

What baffled her most was that she had always thought herself to be genophobic. Sexual intimacy had always scared her. She remembered the time when once Andrei had tried to kiss her but she just couldn't do this. No matter how many times she prepared her mind but she just couldn't go with it. She hadn't slept the whole night. She even caught a fever the next morning and avoided Andrei like a plague for two whole months. Andrei never pressured her after that. The same thing had happened with Fransisco.

But with Danzel...It was all so different. When his lips had touched hers for the first time, she didn't feel cold dread twisting her guts or anxiety maiming her senses. Instead, she felt a pleasant, tingly warmth claiming her insides, butterflies fluttering in her belly, and electric exultation flushing down her veins.

She was even ready to give herself to him.

Disgust crashed into her in full waves. She was even ready to give herself to this criminal. The mafia don. How could she?

"Remember one thing, doll. You belong to this murderer. And this murderer can wage wars for what is his," he fumed lowly before pulling to his feet and turning around to leave

He shut the door loudly, making her flinch.

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