Blind Girl: A Dark Billionaire Romance Read Free

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    He steps closer to the cage and I follow him without thinking. “Have you ever been blindfolded?” He questions me as he reaches between the bars. His fingers glide along the girl’s thigh. She twitches at his touch and her blonde hair slides over her shoulders as she jerks her head in his direction. He continues his trek along her milky skin and she coos in excitement, her body shaking.
    “No,” I answer truthfully.
    “There are great pleasures to be found everywhere in this world…” He continues to admire the girl in the cage. “But the best of them can be found in the most unexpected of ways… when you’re completely in the dark.” He withdraws his hand but keeps his eyes on the girl’s face as she contorts with desire.
    “Wouldn’t that be more frightening than sexy?” I ask.
    He looks down at me with amusement. “Some people like to be scared,” he replies. “Don’t you?”
    “No.”
    “Well…” He takes a sip of his drink. “I guess this will all boil down to that old saying of ‘don’t knock it ‘til you try it.’ ”
    I tear my eyes away from him and turn to look at Gabby. My heart skips. She’s gone.
    “Gabby?” My eyes dart in all directions. “Where did she go?” I ask him, thinking that he may have seen her walk away.
    “What’s your name?” he asks me, ignoring my question.
    I shake my head. “Gabby?” I call again.
    “What’s your name?” he repeats.
    “It’s Alice,” I say, panic rising in my breast. “Where’s Gabby?”
    “She went to have some fun.” He reaches down and places a hand on my wrist. “Maybe you should, too.”
    I pull my arm away. “I have to find her.” I break free of him and attempt to navigate the crowd alone. It’s a room full of men. It shouldn’t be too difficult to locate one girl.
    After a minute of searching, I let out a deep sigh.
    “Alice…”
    My body reacts to his voice with a chill that bleeds down my spine, teasing me to lose control. I long to hear him say it again, relishing in the way he keeps it on his tongue for longer than necessary.
    I squint up at him to find his green eyes bearing down on me from nearly a foot higher. Once he has my eyes, he gestures behind me and points my attentions higher than the floor.
    “Gabby!” I shout.
    She stands in the center of a cage at the far side of the room. Her short, black dress has vanished, leaving behind nothing but her strapless bra and panties. I rush over to her, searching the floor around the cage for her dress, which is nowhere to be found.
    Her eyes are lost by a blindfold, deep red in color.
    “What are you doing?!” I say. “Get out of there!”
    “No,” she laughs.
    “We’re going home. Now. ”
    “If you want to take me home with you, put your name in my bowl!” she jokes, giggling to herself.
    “This isn’t funny, Gabby. You have no idea who any of these people are.”
    “I’ll be fine ,” she growls. “Don’t worry. Go have some fun of your own. For once.”
    I step back, pierced by the bite of her tongue. “Fine,” I say. I snatch a pen off the pedestal in front of her and scribble my name on a piece of paper to toss into her empty bowl. It settles to the bottom, immediately eclipsed by many other men who have gathered to do the same.
    “She’s right, you know.” I turn to find the green eyed man hovering above my shoulder. “She’ll be fine,” he says with a calming tone.
    “How do you know that?”
    “Because this is a very professional group of people.” He leans in closer with serious eyes. “We don’t mess around here. Either there are two consensual adults involved or nothing happens.”
    “That’s very reassuring,” I mutter with bite. Terror clouds my mind as I watch the men surround her cage. Hands push through the bars, fondling her breasts and legs. My skin crawls, but I can’t bring myself to look away from the spectacle.
    “Do me a favor.”
    “No,” I snap at him.
    “Please, Alice.” He charms me with a