My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 245: The Bitter Realization

Flashback – 23 Years Ago

Author’s POV

With one brutal thrust, The Snake buried his entire length inside her. Violet let out a loud scream that pierced the silence of the soundproofed room. The feeling of being filled was beyond anything she had imagined, as if her body was physically expanding to accommodate the invasion. He began to fuck her with savage, rapid strokes.

The sound of his pelvis slamming against her narrow hips echoed loudly while he pulled her hair back, forcing her to look at him as she writhed beneath his massive frame.

Violet dug her nails into the muscles of his arms, screaming and moaning with every lunge that reached the deepest point of her womb. In that luxury room, far from the eyes of her friends, Violet was practicing her ”dare” in its most brutal and beautiful form, surrendering to this stranger who felt like the dark half of her insatiable soul.

The Snake fucked her with a frenzied rhythm, every thrust of his dick making Violet feel as though she were being forged anew under the weight of his body. He wasn’t satisfied with shallow strokes; he intentionally delayed each thrust, sinking his full length inside her and pulling out with an agonizing slowness before crashing back in with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

”Tell me, Violet...” he gasped from the exertion, leaning down to sink his teeth into her earlobe. ”Is this the dare you were looking for? Is this pain what you craved?”

Violet couldn’t find the words; all that escaped her were rhythmic moans and screams of pleasure mixed with pain. Her pussy was clenching around his dick frantically, and the squelching sound of her arousal was loud with every movement, turning the luxury room into a primal battlefield.

Suddenly, The Snake grabbed her legs and threw them over his broad shoulders, leaving her entrance completely exposed and angled for his deepest strikes. He began to pump into her violently, his blue eyes locked onto hers, watching how her pupils dilated and her features convulsed every time he hit her cervix.

Violet felt his dick pulsing inside her like a beast trying to break free. In that moment, she felt the storm of pleasure reaching its peak. She clawed at the sofa and arched her back as The Snake increased his speed in final, maddening thrusts.

”I’m going to cum... Violet!” he exhaled sharply, delivering one final, absolute thrust that went as deep as possible. Violet let out a scream that shook her very being as she felt the hot semen flooding into her, pulse after pulse, filling her with a burning warmth.

He collapsed his heavy body onto her, panting violently as if he had just fought a war, while she continued to tremble under the force of the climax that had wrecked her body. He didn’t pull his dick out immediately; it remained pulsing inside her. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at her with a mysterious smile. ”You completed the dare, little girl... but I fear you won’t be able to go back to being an ordinary girl after tonight.”

Violet sat up from the sofa with a surprising grace despite what had happened. She began to pick up her scattered clothes, dressing herself with an enviable calmness. She looked at him coldly. ”Who told you I was an ordinary girl?”

The Snake watched her from the sofa, silent as his eyes tracked her every movement, as if trying to decode her mystery. When she finished, she walked toward the door with confident steps, never looking back and showing zero hesitation. It surprised him completely; she didn’t ask for his number, his name, or try to linger as others would.

He couldn’t curb his curiosity. ”Don’t you want to meet again?” he asked, his tone laced with wonder.

Violet stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She looked back over her shoulder, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. ”If fate wants us to meet again, we will.”

She opened the door and walked out. She walked down the long hallway, lifted the velvet curtains, and returned to the noise of the club. She headed straight for the table where her friends were waiting on edge. She stood before them, cold and regal, and said simply: ”I finished the dare.”

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One Month Later

Violet was sitting in her room, leaning back against her pillow while talking to Thomas the man she had decided to give a chance to be in her life. Thomas spoke in a warm, tender voice. ”Violet.”

”Yes,” she replied calmly.

”I love you.”

Violet didn’t believe in something called ’love.’ She was with Thomas only because she saw him as someone who could provide the things she had always craved: jewelry, fine clothes, and luxury. Though she couldn’t deny she admired the attention he showered upon her, she ignored his confession. ”Thomas, I saw a beautiful necklace in a magazine today.”

He replied without hesitation, ”Shall we meet today? I’ll take you to the jewelry store and buy it for you.”

Violet smiled broadly. ”Thomas, you truly know how to make me happy.”

”That is all I want... your happiness,” he answered.

”I’ll get ready,” she said.

”Alright, I’m on my way.”

Violet hung up and stood up excitedly to prepare, but suddenly, a wave of lightheadedness hit her. The floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, placing her hand on her head, trying to analyze what was wrong using her medical knowledge. At that moment, her mother entered the room. ”Violet, shall we go visit your sister at her home?”

”Go by yourself, Mother,” Violet replied without looking up.

”Your sister just got married two days ago; we must go,” her mother insisted.

”Mother, please, I don’t want to,” she replied irritably.

Her mother continued, ”Stuart will say that Meredith has no family!”

”Mother, not today!” Violet snapped.

Her mother left grumbling, while Violet tried to regain control over the dizziness. After a few minutes, she felt better, so she stood up and changed her clothes. Before leaving, she entered the room of her father, who was bedridden. His condition had deteriorated severely due to terminal lung cancer; the doctors had told them there was no hope for a cure.

She sat beside him, taking his frail hand. ”Father, how are you today?”

”I am fine, my daughter,” he answered in a weak, raspy voice.

”I love you,” she said with genuine emotion.

He replied with a faint smile, ”I love you too.”

She kissed his forehead and stood up. ”I’m leaving now.”

Violet stepped out of the house to find Thomas waiting in his luxury car. She climbed in beside him, and he leaned over to kiss her lips. ”You look beautiful today.”

”Thank you,” she replied with a soft smile.

Thomas started the car, but suddenly, a violent wave of nausea hit Violet’s stomach. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Thomas noticed her distress. ”Violet, are you okay?”

She gripped the armrest. ”Stop the car!”

Thomas braked abruptly. Violet scrambled out and rushed toward a nearby tree, leaning over as she began to vomit violently. Thomas hurried after her, holding her hair back away from her face. ”Violet, what’s wrong?”

When she finished, Thomas brought her a bottle of water. She washed her face, breathing heavily. ”I don’t know what happened to me.”

Suddenly, her expression froze. Her eyes stared into the void as a crucial realization hit her: her period was significantly late. She whispered in a voice barely audible, as if speaking to herself in sheer terror:

”No... it’s impossible!”