Page 14 of Love is Blind
“Well, yeah, don’t you?”
“I don’t really care for people talking about my cock, much less where it’s been.”
I wait for her to come back with some quick-witted comment, but she simply pulls her lower lip between her teeth and remains quiet. I take a step closer, my hands itching to reach out and touch her. Then she lifts her head, cocking it to the side and whispers, “What about where it’s going?”
Swallowing, I let those words register. She has no fucking idea how dangerous of a game she’s playing because I’m not the kind of guy who walks away from an offer like that. I take with no regret. No fucking remorse.
“That an invitation?”
She lets out an exasperated sigh and drags her fingers through her hair. She’s very expressive. Animated too. Her facial expressions give away everything she’s thinking and right now she’s frustrated, maybe even a little angry. Whatever it is, she wears it well, because my dick swells even more.
“You’re making this hard. I mean aren’t you the least bit curious what it’s like to fuck a blind girl? It can be a check on the bucket list or another notch in your belt. Whatever.”
“I don’t have a bucket list.”
And I couldn’t give a fuck less that she’s blind. To be honest, her not being able to see me is probably an advantage for me. She’ll never know what kind of animal I truly am. Never look into my eyes and see the destruction or witness the pain eating away at me.
“You said I’m beautiful, that means you’re attracted to me, no? Even if you said that just to make me feel better, you’ve been drinking so that should make the whole taking a disabled girl to bed thing easier. Not that you have to take me to a bed.” She knocks her knuckles against the vanity. “This thing will do just fine.”
I narrow my eyes and take another step closer. The girl is fucking clueless and it’s no fault of her own. Opening my fist, I let the pills fall through my fingers. One by one they hit the floor. Her eyebrows draw together, and she goes still at the sound.
“What was that?”
“Drugs.”
“Oh,” she whispers, shock filling her features. I close the distance between us and give into temptation. Lifting my hand, I brush her hair over her shoulder. It feels like silk under my fingers, a reminder that she’s too good for the likes of me. But the girl wants to sleep with the Devil, and I’m not about to change her mind.
Licking my lips, I widen my stance. My hand travels from her shoulder to her neck and for a fleeting second, I imagine my marks all over that creamy flesh. Deep purple bruises made by my mouth.
Bracing both hands on the edge of the vanity, I box her in. Her breath hitches slightly, but I don’t relent. If I’m gonna give her what she wants—what we both want—she needs to understand what that entails. She needs to know what kind of man she’s inviting inside.
“Came in here to get high because while I was sitting out there, I couldn’t stop wondering what you might feel like. What you might taste like. Your lips. Your neck. Those perky little tits.” I lean closer, my lips touching her ear. “Your sweet cunt.” A gasp slips from the back of her throat and I close my eyes, taking her earlobe between my teeth. I press my bulging cock against her stomach. “Feel that?”
“Yes,” she purrs.
I release her lobe and lick my lips, retreating a step.
“That ain’t got shit to do with you being blind.” I press the heel of my hand against my raging dick and stare at her. Then I divert my eyes to the floor, focusing on one lone Percocet.
Fuck drugs.
Fuck getting high.
At least for tonight.
I lift my boot and stomp on the pill, bringing my gaze back to Birdie.
“You want to get out of here?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” The second the words leave her lips she cringes and closes her eyes. “That wasn’t very sexy was it?” Sighing, her eyes spring open and I watch her throat bob with a swallow. “Yes. I want to get out of here.”
She doesn’t have to sell the package with inuendo, she had me the second I stared into those eyes of hers and realized I could escape my torment. I quietly reach for her cane and fold it up. Taking her hand, I close her fingers around it.
“You don’t need it as long as you’re with me.”
She smiles softly and that one hits me right in the gut. The Devil appears on my shoulder, warning me that what I’m about to do is probably a mistake. That I should take my chances with the drugs, because I’m about to overdose on something more intoxicating.
However, I don’t yield to anyone’s warning, not even Satan’s.
