My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 88:

Robert’s Point of View

She fell silent for a moment, her pupils moving rapidly as if she were searching for an exit amidst the wreckage of her thoughts, then she said in a husky voice:

”I told you... I am the one who did it... I slapped myself.”

I repeated in total disbelief, my eyes never leaving the traces of redness:

”And why?”

She averted her gaze from me and said with a bitterness that coated her voice:

”Because I did something for which I deserve to punish myself.”

I looked deep into her green eyes, which were bloodshot and betrayed a bitter crying spell she had endured before I entered.

Everything inside me went still except for the echo of her word, and I muttered in astonishment:

”Punishment?!”

She uttered her words as if throwing a bomb in my face:

”Because I kissed you... I punished myself.”

At that moment, I felt a sudden slackening in my body’s muscles, and my chest tightened so much that breathing became heavy;

I couldn’t comprehend that she had harmed her beauty and humiliated her delicate skin because of that lie.

I said in a voice that faded from sheer amazement:

”Really? For a kiss, you slapped yourself, Julie?”

She nodded and answered with a coldness that broke my heart:

”Yes.”

This honest confession made me lose control over my cold mask;

I felt a sting of regret gnawing at my insides because I was the cause of this pain,

and because my manipulation of her had reached the point where she would raise her hand against herself.

I could no longer stand to see that look of brokenness, so I said in a low voice:

”You... you didn’t kiss me.”

She knitted her brows and looked at me with suspicion, saying as she tried to pull her face away:

”Don’t try to go easy on me now.”

I tightened my grip more gently on her cheek and said firmly:

”I am not... it’s the truth.”

Features of shock began to appear on her face as she gradually regained her focus, and she asked me in a bewildered tone:

”Then why did you say I did?”

I let go of her face and turned my gaze away from her, a bitter smile that carried not a single shred of mirth forming on my lips, and I said:

”I took advantage of your memory loss regarding that night... and I wanted to enjoy seeing you floundering in your confusion.”

As soon as I spoke the truth, she regained her tone, sharp as a blade; her body jerked, and she screamed in my face while trembling with rage:

”You are mentally deranged! You made me hate myself and despise my existence because of a soft lie of your invention!”

I tried to regain my sarcastic mask to hide the struggle tearing me apart from the inside, and said with false coldness while shrugging my shoulders with indifference:

”It was an entertaining lie... don’t you think?”

She took a step toward me, her body shaking from intense resentment, and said in a tone dripping with disgust:

”It wasn’t entertaining... it was disgusting, just like your mind.”

At that moment, while her thundering breaths rose and fell, my gaze slipped against my will to settle on her chest.

Her breasts were squeezed inside the tight red bra, as if the fabric were struggling with difficulty to contain them; the cleavage extended deep and provocative until it disappeared inside.

I was stunned by the size of her large, full breasts, and I wondered how she had hidden all this overwhelming femininity behind the closed formal clothes she always wears.

I stared at them with a greed I had never known in myself, and I felt a sudden pressure in my lower abdomen.

I said to myself, trying to regain my balance:

”What is wrong with you, Robert? Haven’t you seen a woman’s chest before?”

But my body had a different opinion; I felt my dick suddenly stiffen, and a searing heat ran through my veins like fire.

My dick became erect just by looking at her chest imprisoned behind the bra, even though she wasn’t completely naked,

as if her presence in this state of weakness and strength together had exploded my raw desire.

Julie suddenly noticed my strange and predatory wandering gaze, and features of terror mixed with revulsion appeared on her face.

She bent down with grace and agility to pick up her shirt lying on the floor, raising it quickly in front of her body to hide her charms from me.

She screamed at me, her voice trembling with sheer rage as she pointed toward the exit:

”Get out of my room now! Don’t you hear? Get out!”

I didn’t move from my place; the tension between us had reached the point of no return.

I felt the twitching of my dick pressing against the fabric of my trousers impudently, while she was desperately trying to block her charms with that wrinkled shirt.

I took only one step back, not in submission to her command, but to gather myself before I lost control completely and did something that would have dire consequences.

I gripped the doorknob, feeling its roughness remind me of my usual coldness that I had just lost.

I turned to her for one last look; her green eyes were burning with hatred and aversion, so I said in a low voice carrying the rasp of suppressed desire:

”Put on your clothes and come to my office.”

I left the room and slammed the door shut behind me, as if I were trying to separate myself from that gravity that had almost swallowed me.

I leaned my back against the hard wood for a few seconds, closing my eyes, trying to calm the pace of my panting breaths and absorb that heat still gnawing at my lower abdomen.

My dick was still powerfully erect, pressing against the fabric of my trousers, causing me a pleasure that was both delicious and annoying at the same time, as if it were rebelling against my exit from that room.

I took a deep breath while trying to regain my dignity, while the image of her full chest thrusting out of the red bra refused to leave my imagination.

I adjusted my clothes with annoyance, trying to hide the obvious bulge of my dick, and walked down the corridor with wide, determined steps toward the office.

I gripped the office doorknob firmly, but I felt the twitching of my dick increasing violently under the zipper of my trousers;

the congestion there had reached a painful stage that made walking difficult.

I suddenly changed my direction and headed toward my room with wide,

agitated steps, and as soon as I entered, I kicked the door behind me to shut it violently.

I threw myself onto the edge of the bed, breaths coming out of my chest panting, and my hands trembled while I unbuckled my belt with feverish speed.

As soon as I pulled the zipper, my dick jumped out; it was erect with a terrifying hardness, its color a deep, congested red due to the pressure and blatant irritation.

I leaned my back a bit while staring at it in amazement mixed with resentment, and muttered in a voice choked by desire:

”What has come over me? How did my dick become erect with this savagery just from seeing her in a bra?”

I cursed myself bitterly; in my eyes, Julie was nothing but a rebellious little virgin, a girl who shatters all the rules I set in cold blood,

yet she had succeeded in stripping me of my physical composure.

I placed my hand on my forehead, which was dripping with sweat, then looked down as if I were addressing that rebellious member:

”Come on... shrink! Go back to how you were... what’s wrong with you?”