All Chapters of Blinded By Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Soon enough the rest of our clothes were scattered over the floor and the air between us crackled with heat, each of us too caught up in the moment to consider anything beyond the pull of desire. I could feel Christian's breath against my skin, his body pressed close, yet his eyes hidden behind that simple tie. His hands were everywhere, exploring, touching, mapping every curve and line of my body as though committing it to memory. The room echoed with my moans and gasps for air as he made his way between my legs, He stroked me, licked me, and sucked me so perfectly like he already knew all the weak spots of my body and knew very well how to use them on me. For one if he was capable of performing such magic with his eyes tied I can't even begin to imagine what he would do to me with all of his senses free."You taste so sweet." He says as he lifts himself and starts to climb my body but first sets a kiss on my belly button then proceeds to lick his way up, over my chest, my hard nipple

Mira's POV One month later... "Morning, Samuel," I say to the security guard as I pass him his coffee from my tray and he smiles. "Morning, Lexi," I say as I walk into the nurse's station, setting the coffee down on the table. The clinic I work at isn’t the biggest in the city, our patients are mostly regulars. I usually work on the first floor with the stay-in patients, but today, I was asked to fill in for a colleague who I’m fairly certain will be leaving us soon. The ER isn’t where I spend most of my days; as I mentioned, it’s a small clinic, and people usually prefer to go to the larger hospitals instead. "Morning, Mira. Thank you for the coffee. It seems you are the only one that cares that our coffee machine makes crap." Crap to say the least. You would think that someone would care that the people in charge of others' health were running on a bad fuel. "Dont mention it. Where is the doctor on call?" I ask as I start organizing the charts. "Honestly, I have no idea. The ni

I had the taxi drive me to a bar. Sorry Charlie but your walk will have to wait, I need liquor... strong one. The bar is dimly lit, with a few regulars nursing their drinks in quiet solitude. I make my way to the counter, the familiar scent of spilled liquor and stale beer filling the air. I don’t need to look at the bartender to know he’s seen a lot of people like me, tired, frustrated, and seeking a little peace at the bottom of a glass. “What’ll it be?” he asks, looking up with the kind of practiced indifference that comes with years of pouring drinks for people like me. “Two Whiskeys. Neat,” A husky voice was heard as its owner slipped into the chair next to me. "Mr.Vincenzo. Arent you the cherry on top of my shit day." Even his beautiful eyes weren't enough to remove the images of everything that happened this day. But the way he looked at me like he tried to pry into my soul, learn my codes... that made me uneasy. He was the kind of man who could make you feel like you were

Vincenzo lowers his gun slowly, the tension in his shoulders slowly ebbing away. But he doesn’t look at me yet. He’s still scanning the street, making sure the threat is gone, ensuring there’s no one else lurking in the shadows. Tamara was right, what happened this morning was connected to Vincenzo. Perhaps that man wasn't one of his, and it wasn't him who sent him to me, but he was responsible. I have no idea who the other man is and what war are they in... all I do know is that I want no part in it. He finally turns and takes a step toward me, his gaze lingering on my face like he's searching for something. Maybe fear. I don't know. But I don’t back away, even if every instinct inside me screams to flee, to run as far from this man as possible. Again, not because I'm scared, but simply because he brings complications I do not want. "You are quite the fighter." He says as he looks down at my hand. I didn't realize it at first but my keys also scratched my skin, leaving an open wound

Love's POV These seem to be the best days of my life. I love and I'm being loved like never before. Christian adores me, showers me with his attention, and makes me feel like I'm the center of the world. All would be well... if only I could shed myself of my lies. Grace doesn't even mention it, she pretends like it doesn't exist and I worry that her promise of helping me out might be out of her hands. After all, it is a big thing to ask. Sebastian is happy, perhaps more than I have ever seen him to be. He learned how to hope again, the doctor gave him a good chance of recovery with the surgery the only thing that stands in the way is me. He wants me to have the surgery I do not need and I dont know what is going to happen. But right now, as I sit on my couch and call my mother on a video call for her birthday I have to push all those thoughts aside. "Happy birthday, mom!" I say as soon as she answers the call. She sits in front of a window and I can see it already dark there. Aft