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

"Pick that up right now," he gritted out ominously, barely able to keep his anger in check. She suppressed a cold shiver crawling up her spine but refused to yield. She continued to stare at him defiantly. Their eyes were locked in a fierce battle, one demanded submission and the other refused to back down. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but admire the fire in her eyes. So damn hot. It was making him hard. Tempting him to fuck her all over again. But right now, he needed to remind his doll who was in the control here, who makes the rule. 

"I said get the ring back and put it on," he reiterated. She retaliated by shaking her head in no. Venom was quick to fill his eyes, at the same time a vicious smirk took over his lips. 

She didn't know but she was provoking his demons. Demons that understood only the language of blood. They had an obsession for agony-filled screams and horror-filled eyes. 

Like a flash, he charged forward and fisted her hair in a painful grip. Her eyes turned wide like saucers on finding him this close. The tip of his nose was almost touching hers. The way he was staring down at her. She felt fear throbbing inside her. 

"I think I gave you a bad impression. Let me assert it again, you have no choice in it, sweetheart, so you better do as I say. And do well to remember I don't like my woman disobedient," his hot breathing hit her face and eyes pouring fire into her own. She couldn't keep her tears at bay.

Her breathing had turned heavier and ragged with all those bottled-up frustrations. 

"Now go and get the damn ring," he seethed lowly. 

She raised her hand and tapped at her ring finger, telling him she was already married to his brother. It set him off. He clenched his jaw to the point of pulverizing them. His hold on her hair tightened as he roughly tugged at them. Warm tears rolled down her sapphires as she bit her lip in pain. He forced her face up till her lips were just a breath short of his lips. 

"You are not married to him anymore. You don't belong to him anymore. You belong to me. Get it through your thick skull. YOU belong to ME," he asserted the words forcefully. Nothing provoked him as quickly as the words that she was not his. He was insecure. Fear of losing her had been nipping at his heart for days now. What if he lost her again? What if someone took her away from him again. What if Fransisco got to her? He didn't want to take any chance. Besides his father wouldn't be able to do much if he married her. She would be better protected. 

She shook her head vigorously. She will not marry him. She will not.

She was grating on his nerves now. His gaze dropped to her bare breasts. A series of lovebites had adorned those soft milky-white pair of globes. He marveled at the beautiful sight. Damn, he needed to marry her as soon as possible. He let go of her hair the next moment. He exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself down.       

 "Don't force me to force you, Doll. You won't like it," he warned her calmly but impatiently. 

"I wasn't and I will never be yours. You are the worst," she was quick to make it known.

He smirked. He was trying to not lose his calm with her but she wasn't having it. This woman was rubbing him the wrong way again and again. 

Before she could notice he wrapped his hand around her neck. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as her hand shot up to grab his. Not caring about her pain, he tightened his hold around her throat. His sadistic side had roused. 

"You haven't even seen my worst side yet, Inessa. I am much much worse than you can imagine. Much more worse than you can take. Worse enough to kill every member of your family if you won't put that damn ring back on your damn finger," he growled in her face. Her eyes were wide both with shock and lack of air. If he continued to squeeze her throat she feared he would break it. 

If she wanted to see his worse side then he would show her that gladly. He would show her why was he known as the death. A death no one would wish even upon their enemies.  

She wanted to throw up. He had cut off his air supply. She struggled to get his hand off but his strength was unmatchable. 

"Will you take the ring back or should I just bomb your family?" he asked, more like threatening her. He brought her face closer and put his lips atop hers. Danzel knew her family, especially Louis was her weakness. Her only weakness. And he was going to exploit it unabashedly to keep her on her knees in front of him. Her flushed face scrunched in pain. Tears rained down her eyes as she closed them and wept in helplessness.

This man was the monster. She hated him to her core.  

"You don't have much time, doll. Nod your head and take the ring," he added, clamping hard around her throat. His lips bumped against hers as he spoke. 

"Or see your little brother dying," he concluded darkly. Her eyes snapped open. Horror was evident in her blue orbs. He smirked, realizing he had hit the nerve. 

"Will you take the ring now, sweetheart?" he asked. She took a moment before nodding. 

A triumph smirk covered his lush lips. 

"Good choice," he loosened his grip and drew away. The moment he let up, she started gasping for air. She bent and sucked as much oxygen as she could. 

"Now, pick up the ring," he commanded her. She looked up at him through her blurred vision. He was gazing at her steadily. He was firm on his words. She reluctantly got down from the bed and had hardly taken a step when his voice interrupted her.

"On your knees and hands," he stated. She turned to look at him in disbelief. 

He smirked. 

"Crawl to your engagement ring," he took great delight in simplifying it to her. 

She shot him a dead glare. He raised a brow in response. She looked away and took a moment to swallow down her ego. She knew he was a psycho and would hurt her more if she wouldn't yield to his demand. She didn't care much about her family but she didn't want to put her only well-wisher's head on the line. So she got to her hand and knees, all naked. Tears blurred her vision as she started crawling towards the ring.