Page 11 of Blind Devotion (Chaos Bleeds MC)

This is your chance to go.

Pushing all thoughts aside she simply basked in the time of not being controlled by a man she despised.

The bike soon came to a stop, and she was overcome by the most amazing smells.

“Now, this is a steakhouse,” Pussy said. His voice vibrated his body. She loved the sound of his voice. Her own pussy grew warm at the feel of him between her thighs.

She was a virgin, and there hadn’t been any way for her to change that status in her life. Fear suddenly gripped her at the thought of what Kenneth would do. She hadn’t pushed him to attack her again, but she’d been too dependent on him to push him away. At night she heard him with her mother and knew he still desired her. Did he want her out of the way so her mother was no longer dealing with her? Ever since her blindness, her mother spent more time with her, not enough time for it to matter to Sasha, but Kenneth always sounded angry whenever he found her mother in her room.

“Are you ready for some food?” he asked.

“I think you should take me back.” She still kept her hands around his waist, not wanting to let him go.

“Why?”

“Kenneth, my stepdad, he’s not going to like me being elsewhere.” She shivered at the thought of his anger. Her mother didn’t deserve this.

What about me? Do I deserve this?

Her life was at the mercy of the man who’d caused her blindness. She was trapped in a vicious cycle that Kenneth had created.

“Has he hurt you?” Pussy asked.

Biting her lip, she felt him move and loosened her hold on him.

“It’s nothing.”

Pussy helped her off the bike and removed the helmet she wore. His touch was sweet as he tilted her head back. “Don’t lie to me.”

She wished she could see his face. “What do you look like?” she asked.

Her cheeks heated at the questions. She tried to push out of his touch. He wouldn’t release her.

“I swear to you, Sasha, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sasha had no reason to believe him, and yet she did.

“Yes, he’s hurt me.” The moment she released the words a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Collapsing against him, she started to cry, real large tears. His large arms banded around her.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, Sasha. I won’t let that fucker hurt you again.”

There was nothing he could do, but knowing that he cared meant a lot to her.

Closing her eyes, she let him hold her. What would it matter if he held her close? His hand ran down her back, resting at the base.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m twenty.”

“What are you still doing with the fucker who hurt you?” The anger in his voice made her tense.

“I don’t have a choice. I can’t live on my own.”

“Your blindness shouldn’t hold you back.” He rubbed her cheek.

“I haven’t always been blind.”

“What? How the fuck is that possible?”

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