My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 153: 153/I’m going to fuck you tonight

Chapter 153

Julie’s Point of View

I burst into my room panting, my chest heaving violently as if I’d been in a race with death. I slammed the door behind me and threw myself onto the bed, my body shaking.

I pulled the heavy blanket over my head, sealing myself inside, as if trying to hide from the lethal embarrassment gnawing at my heart.

I curled up under the covers, closing my eyes tightly while my memory replayed his cold gaze as he leaned against the wall.

My God... what have I done to myself? He heard everything. He knew I was inside and watched him having sex. Worse, he heard me calling him ”Frankenstein” and ”Werewolf.”

My body still felt the heat and the wetness, my heart racing.

Every second, I expected my door to burst open, for him to enter and hold me accountable for my intrusion and the words I said to Sarah. I felt my trembling knuckles as I waited for his raspy voice to fill the room, but only silence surrounded me.

I stayed alert, my body stiffening under the blanket. I waited for a long time, dark thoughts eating at my mind: Will he kill me? Or will he mock my ignorance?

Hours passed heavily. As the silence persisted, exhaustion began to crawl into my limbs. My eyes grew heavy, and I finally surrendered to sleep, still clutching the edge of the blanket as my only shield against Robert.

I woke up suddenly to a cold, strange touch. I felt coarse fingers grazing my skin with a terrifying gentleness. I opened my eyes in alarm, met by the dim light of the small lamp reflecting on his dominant features. It was him... standing over me like a specter from my nightmares.

”Mr. Robert... what are you doing here?” I asked in a hoarse, confused voice.

He didn’t answer. He looked at me with a gaze that pierced through me, then said in his deep voice: ”I came to give you what you want, Julie.”

Before I could process his words, his powerful hand reached for my breast and squeezed it boldly between his fingers, making my breath stop. I jerked and pushed his hand away, trying to retreat into the bed: ”What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy?”

He leaned in closer until I felt the heat of his breath, whispering directly against my face: ”Admit it... admit that you want me.”

”No... I don’t want you,” I said defiantly, though tears threatened to fall.

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He placed his lips on mine with an unexpected tenderness a kiss that made every atom in my body melt and surrender to his power.

He pulled his lips away slowly, looking into my lost eyes. ”You say you don’t want me... but your body says the exact opposite.”

”Get out of my room!” I tried to regain my lost dignity, my breath hitching.

He smiled with cold mockery and whipped the blanket off my body in one swift motion. ”You were watching me when I fuck Sarah,” he said challengingly. ”Did you wish you were in her place, Julie?”

Damn him! How did he know what was in my mind? ”Of course not!” I said in a trembling voice. ”I don’t want a monster like you.”

Suddenly, he placed his hand on my thigh, and heat ignited in my veins like a wildfire. He forced my thighs apart with irresistible strength and placed his wide palm over my pussy, feeling my underwear which still bore witness to my previous arousal.

A delicious ache tightened in my lower abdomen, and I let out a faint moan I couldn’t suppress. He looked into my flushed face and said: ”You’re wet, my dear... your wetness reveals your lie clearly.”

”I... I’m not lying,” I said weakly.

”Go on then,” he challenged, pressing his hand harder. ”Remove my hand from your pussy. Tell me to get away from you right now!”

I wanted to say it. I wanted to kick him out. But for some unknown reason, I wanted him... I wanted him to touch me more, to extinguish the fire he had lit inside me. I remained utterly silent, watching the movement of his hand.

He expertly pushed my underwear aside and suddenly slid his fingers deep into my femininity. My eyes rolled back, my breath left me, and his fingers began to stroke my pussy with movements that made my body writhe under his hand.

Robert pulled his fingers away suddenly, and I felt a desolate vacuum a sudden coldness that made me shiver.

He fixed me with a piercing gaze I couldn’t escape, saying in a low voice heavy with both rebuke and power: ”You told Sarah that I kissed you, and you lied to her, saying I wanted to take your virginity.”

I cursed Sarah in my head that bitch who tells him every little detail! I swallowed hard, making a desperate attempt to defend myself: ”I... I just wanted to make her angry.”

He didn’t wait for my response. Instead, he slid his hand roughly and lustfully beneath my nightrobe, clamping his fingers over my erect nipple, which was practically screaming for his touch. ”You wanted to make her angry...” he said, squeezing it, ”or did you want me to do this to you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of violent arousal crashing through my body down to my very toes. ”You... you just misunderstood,” I choked out.

He increased the pressure of his fingers until I gasped. ”I didn’t know you wanted me this way, Julie,” he said with a triumphant edge to his voice.

”I... I don’t want you,” I panted, the words barely escaping my trembling chest.

”Julie... don’t lie,” he countered, continuing to tease my nipple with a rhythm that made me lose my balance.

He leaned his massive frame over me, burying his face in my neck, kissing it with a force that left a mark. ”Your denial will only increase your torment, Julie,” he whispered.

”I’m not denying... I’m telling the truth,” I said, clinging to the last threads of my resistance.

Suddenly, he rose from the bed as if he were going to abandon me at my boiling point. ”Fine... I’m leaving,” he said coldly.

In that moment, my pride betrayed me. My hand shot out to grab his, holding him back with all my strength. ”Don’t go!” I pleaded.

A lopsided smirk played on his lips as he sat back down beside me. ”Do you love me?” he asked, staring deep into my eyes.

”Yes,” I answered without thinking, my honesty overriding my fear.

Then, with a trembling heart, I asked him: ”Do you love me?”

But he didn’t utter a single word. He offered only a cryptic look and a silence that amplified my tension.

His fingers slid once more toward my pussy, and he looked at me with those eyes that made me melt completely.

”I’m going to fuck you tonight... my little virgin,” he said, his tone a promise of both ruin and ecstasy.