My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 151: 151/The Wet Pussy of a Virgin

Chapter 151

Julie’s Point of View

Sarah’s scream echoed through the bathroom. I masterfully painted a look of panic and distress on my face, rushing toward her. ”Oh, Sarah! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She was writhing on the floor, her features contorted. ”It hurts... it hurts so much,” she moaned.

”Oh... how did you fall?” I asked, feigning terror.

”I don’t know,” she replied, rubbing her lower back with a trembling hand. ”My foot just slipped.”

”Alright... here, give me your hand,” I said in a fake, soothing tone. I extended my hand, and she clung to me with all her strength to rise.

As she gathered her weight and I lifted her slightly, I suddenly let go. She plummeted back down, crashing violently onto the hard marble. She let out a muffled shriek of pain. ”Ow... my ass!”

I gasped in staged shock, covering my mouth. ”Oh... I’m so stupid! I’m sorry, Sarah, my hand slipped. I didn’t mean to.”

”It’s okay, Julie... it’s okay,” Sarah muttered, trying to choke back her tears.

Finally, Sarah stood up, her body shaking. she stepped back into the shower to wash away the slick residue, then emerged cautiously, wrapping her towel tightly around her. She looked at me with bewildered eyes. ”What do you want, Julie? And how did you get in here?”

”I wanted to talk to you,” I said, making my voice sound broken. ”You know you’re my only friend in this place.”

Her features softened slightly. ”Yes, of course... what is it?”

I took a deep breath and blurted out: ”Robert... he kissed me.”

Sarah’s mouth hung open in staggering shock. Her gaze froze in the void as if she couldn’t process what she’d heard, while internally, I relished tearing down her pride.

I decided to keep the game going to make her feel I trusted her completely.

”What?!” she choked out.

I could see the flames of jealousy igniting clearly in her pale eyes. I continued in a trembling tone: ”Sarah, believe me, I don’t like Robert at all! But when he kissed me... he did it by force.

He grabbed my waist tightly, pulled me to him violently, and started devouring my lips, Sarah... I tried to get away with all my strength, but he was forcing me.”

Her face went pale, and her breathing became audible. ”I... I can’t believe he kissed you!”

I grabbed her hand, squeezing it pleadingly. ”What’s wrong, Sarah? I’m telling you this so you can help me! Please, make him stay away from me... he stalks me and tells me he can never stay away from me.”

Sarah stiffened, my words hitting her like electric shocks. She tried to brush past me toward the door to flee the truth, but I was faster. I blocked her path at the closed door, gripping her hands with practiced desperation.

”Sarah, you’re the dearest thing to me... I haven’t forgotten how you helped me escape, even though Robert found me. Now you must help me again. I hate that monster and I don’t want him near me again.”

Her fingers trembled in mine. ”Julie... stop talking!” she snapped, looking away.

I didn’t stop. I leaned into her ear and whispered words I knew would sear her soul: ”He told me he wants me... he wants to be the first man to touch me. He wants to take my virginity himself, and no one else.”

”Julie! I told you to shut up!” Sarah screamed, closing her eyes tightly.

I watched her agitation, her chest heaving.

Suddenly, a deep, raspy voice shattered the silence of the hallway, making the blood freeze in my veins: ”Sarah... where are you?”

My heart hammered so hard I felt the pain in my throat. I looked at Sarah in a terrified whisper: ”Go out and don’t tell him I’m here!” Sarah rushed out, but she left the door ajar by a few centimeters.

The bitch she wanted Robert to find me here so he’d get rid of me.

I pressed my ear to the crack, my breath hitched. I heard Sarah’s sycophantic voice: ”What happened to your face, Mr. Robert?”

The word ”Mr.” irritated me. If she was sleeping with him, why did she call him ”Sir”?

”None of your business,” he replied with cutting coldness.

”Yes, sir,” she murmured submissively.

A chilling silence followed. Then, I heard him say in a cryptic tone: ”Do you want to taste it?” I frowned in confusion. Taste what? Did he bring her food? Then, faint moans reached my ears, followed by a strange sound, and then Sarah clearly in pain: ”Ow... ah... ow.”

Then came the sound of a sharp slap that made me jump behind the door, clapping my hand over my mouth. My God, is he hitting her? Is she crying? What is happening? Sarah began to cry out in real pain: ”Oh... I can’t take it anymore!”

I couldn’t stand it; I had to see what on earth was going to happen. I leaned in cautiously, peeking through the crack, and I was so shocked I nearly fell. Sarah was on the bed, and Robert was standing completely naked, pressed against her backside. He raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap to her buttocks; I felt the sting as if the blow had landed on my own skin.

I pulled back, struggling for air. This was the first time I’d ever seen such a scene. I never imagined sex was practiced in such a brutal way. I leaned back in and saw Robert’s dick; it was terrifyingly massive, much larger than I had seen yesterday.

My God, how did it grow like that? I sat back on the cold marble floor, but my body was burning with a strange heat. The sounds in the room escalated. To my horror, a wetness began to invade my underwear, and a sharp ache settled in my lower abdomen.

For a reason I couldn’t grasp, I wished I were in Sarah’s place despite the brutality. Jealousy gnawed at my heart because Robert was having sex with her and not me the one who had begged him that day only to be rejected.

The heat inside me rose until my silk robe felt like embers against my skin. I squeezed my thighs together, but nothing worked.

Finally, I parted my legs and began to stroke my wet pussy through my underwear, trying to extinguish the fire ignited by the sight of Robert’s body and the sound of him hitting Sarah outside.

Just as I was about to lose my mind and take my own virginity from the sheer arousal, the sounds stopped. Everything went still. I froze, waiting for Robert to dress and leave.

But the shock came when the sounds started again, even more intensely. Don’t they get tired? I was exhausted just listening.

I heard him say in his commanding, masculine tone: ”You are mine, Sarah.”

”I am yours, sir,” she replied, breathless and submissive.

My heart felt like it was tearing. I wanted to scream: ”She’s not yours! I... I am yours!” Damn it, Julie! Don’t feel this way. It’s just a fantasy. Because I’ve never had sex and Robert was the first to invade my world, it’s natural to feel this delusion. I am not attracted to that monster.

I leaned in one more time to steal a glance. I saw Sarah kneeling on her knees before a standing Robert, stuffing his massive dick into her mouth. My eyes widened in horrific realization: ”My God! Does that go in the mouth too?” I pulled back instantly, wanting to douse my face in cold water, but the sound would give me away.

I sat back on the floor, my hand involuntarily sliding down to rub my wet pussy over my underwear. I was afraid that if I touched my skin directly, I would rape myself from the intensity of the desire.

In a moment of deep immersion, I thought I was leaning against the solid wall, but I was actually leaning against the ajar wooden door.

Suddenly, the door shifted under my weight and slammed shut with a resounding: ”THUD!”