Blind Spot by Sakshi C (best novel books to read txt) 📗

Inessa had figured this man was a heartless monster so she gave in. 

She nodded with her eyes closed. She didn't want to see his smug face.   

Danzel remained expressionless as he watched her. He turned on his heels without a word. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Things would have been much easier if he wasn't bloody infatuated with her. 

Sylvia was watching everything with a fearful expression.

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The night she was dreading with all her heart finally arrived.

A woman was there to ready her for the night. Inessa let her doll her up as she sat spiritless in the chair. Her heart was racing hard against her chest.   

Once her make-up and hair were done. She was told to wear the lingerie set that Danzel had sent for her. She wore it and covered it with a provocative red gown. Danzel had succeeded in his mission. She indeed felt like a slut. She looked into the mirror when she was all dressed up. She was indeed looking prettier. Prettier than she had looked at her wedding. But that gave her no joy. 

She was sent to his room after that. Inessa's heart was pounding in her throat. She felt trapped, suffocated. Her nervous gaze scanning his room that was dim-lit and spacious than her own.

She froze when she felt something caressing down her bare arm. His fingers. She looked sideways when she felt his presence behind her. Gulping hard, she clenched her fists. 

He grabbed her waist and turned her around.

Her eyes were downcast and his eyes were on her face, surveying her breathtaking features.

He had lied when he said her sister was prettier than her in their first meeting, for no woman on earth held a candle to her beauty. She was ethereal and he was completely knocked out by her charm in their first meet.  

"Not bad," he smirked, taking a step back while sizing her up with a tilt of his head. He was wearing a bathrobe. Inessa kept her gaze low, however, she was aware of his movements. 

Danzel walked up to his minibar and poured himself a drink. Swirling his drink, he traced back his steps and leaned against a table. He crossed his ankles and took a sip of his drink all the while watching her keenly.   

Several moments of silence passed before Danzel finally issued his next command. 

"Strip," his voice had turned deep and husky. 

Inessa flipped her rebellious eyes at him. 

"Strip," he repeated, this time with more authority

She turned her face away from his and fixed her gaze at the floor. She was trying her best to keep her composure but she was failing.   

"Don't make me repeat again. It won't turn out good for you," his gaze had turned stern. 

She closed her moist eyes and with reluctant hands, she reached up and started undoing the zip of her dress. The sound of her unzipping her dress tore through the silence that was weighing on the air. 

Danzel watched her with a heated gaze. He had already started to get hard. 

Not a moment later, her gown pooled around her ankles. His breath shattered and his heart skipped a beat. She was looking stunning in the lingerie he had chosen for her. He put the glass on the table and pushed his body off it. Like a moth is drawn to the flame, he strode over to her and paused just a step away. 

Inessa's heart was close to bursting, her dainty fingers were trembling. She opened her eyes as soon as she sensed him near her but didn't dare to look up. 

He lifted his hand and wrapped it around her bare waist, giving it a soft squeeze. She gulped dry as he slowly dragged his hand up her arms and pulled at the strap of her bra before wrapping it around her nape. Putting a little pressure, he forced her face up. Their eyes connected and Danzel felt a wild, torrent-like rush flowing through his veins. He leaned closer and inhaled deeply. She averted her gaze from him and fixed them on the diamond stud that he was wearing in his left ear to distract herself.

She stared at the jewel as he pulled in her scent, her essence that he once had lost all hope of breathing in. He momentarily closed his eyes, reveling in her intoxicating scent. Inessa stared at him, feeling her pulse racing crazily. 

When he opened his eyes, his gaze stuck on her lips. Those sweet lips. 

Not wasting another moment, he planted his lips on her. She squeezed her eyes shut as he kissed her raw. She felt his sharp teeth pulling at her lower lip, rolling it and biting it. His tongue slithering over, lapping and smashing. Starving and greedy, he yanked her body impossibly closer and kissed her with a burning passion. 

His hands fumbled with the hook of her bra and not a moment later, her lacy red bra fell to the ground. 

This is wrong. This is wrong. Somewhere in the back of his head, he could hear his inner voice chanting it. She was forbidden. She was not his. Not his to love, not his to kiss, and certainly not his to fuck. But he was beyond reasons now. Beyond his own control. 

His eager hands latched onto her soft boobs as soon as they broke free from their confinement, squeezing and fondling. She gasped in his mouth when he crushed them a little harder. They were not too big, not too small, just perfect. He pressed his thumbs against her hardened peaks before tugging at them, earning a tiny whimper from her. 

Impatient to taste those sweet lumps, he unlatched from her mouth and bent to take her pebbled flesh into his mouth. He gave it a hard and deep suck, causing her legs to shake.  

Inessa was beyond embarrassed. No one had ever touched her so intimately and this thirstily. He looked like a beast hungry for a woman's touch. 

Her brows crumpled when he sank his teeth into her areola, causing a sharp pain to shoot up her spine. The pain eased a moment later when his tongue lapped on his teeth mark.