My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 422

Julie’s point of view

That’s why he covers my eyes with this tight blindfold... That’s why he maintains absolute silence, never uttering a word so I don’t recognize his voice! Does this mean he truly loves me and can’t bear the thought of selling me to another man? Were all those threats and cruelty just a bitter trick to hide his feelings?

He suddenly pulled his dick from my mouth. A desperate urge welled up inside me to scream straight into his face: (You’re Robert! I know you’re Robert!)

Yet for a reason I couldn’t grasp, my tongue froze, my voice abandoning me. Wanting to test his reaction in another way, I gasped out in ragged breaths:

”Your dick... tastes so good.”

Damn you, Julie! Damn this cursed tongue! I hadn’t planned on saying any of that madness.

Dead silence filled the room, as if the wheel of time had frozen in place. He stopped touching me entirely, causing the doubts in my mind to burn hotter: (It’s Robert, beyond a doubt... I could never be wrong about him. Even if his scent is different tonight, his touch, his style, and his rough manner all scream that he is Robert!)

His massive hand grabbed my arm violently, yanking me up onto the bed. He turned my body, bending me forward until my ass was fully exposed to him.

Then, in one sudden, brutal motion... he shoved his thick dick straight into my ass!

It felt as though my insides were tearing apart. A sharp scream of pain erupted from my throat, shaking the walls of the room as he continued to fuck me with unbearable savagery.

Gasping through a pain that ripped through my ribs, I choked out: ”You’re hurting me, for God’s sake!”

As if this explicit confession of weakness was the fuel driving his madness, he increased the force and cruelty of his thrusts.

Silent tears flooded behind the blindfold as I cried out in desperation: ”Please stop!... You’re hurting me so much!”

The pain was excruciating. I had only experienced this kind of sex once in my entire life... four years ago, when Robert took me that way.

He stopped abruptly, pulling his dick out with a harsh motion that made me gasp in pain. I collapsed onto my stomach, the burning sensation in my rear multiplying like wildfire.

For a second, I thought the nightmare was finally over... until he flipped me violently onto my back and drove his hard shaft deep into my pussy in a single thrust!

I let out a sharp groan of pain as that massive size pierced into my depths. Everything in this moment every cell in my body was confirming it was Robert... It was him without a single doubt!

But why couldn’t I just admit to him that I knew his true identity? Perhaps my female pride refused to let him know that my body submitted to his dominance in such a degrading way.

His dick was slamming into the deepest point inside my pussy at a wild, relentless pace. Suddenly... he pulled out completely.

A shameless plea burst from my lips before I could stop it: ”Put it back inside... please!”

Damn you, Julie! Curse you!... Now he’s going to think you want him and crave him like crazy... And stop lying to yourself, you do crave him!

He slammed his dick back inside with an even fiercer power that drove me out of my mind. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was driving me into absolute madness. I wanted to raise my hands to run my fingers through his hair or dig my nails into his back, but the cloth tie bound my wrists tightly behind me. I wanted to look into his eyes, to see the expressions on his face as he touched me and penetrated me with such intensity.

Continuous moans escaped my lips, exposing my overwhelming pleasure. I felt a third wave of climax gathering in my depths like a burning flood, and I cried out helplessly:

”Ah... I’m going to come, Daddy!”

At that exact second... his cruel hand clamped around my neck, squeezing with terrifying force while he continued to thrust wildly inside my pussy.

Even as oxygen faded from my lungs and I sank into sharp suffocation, the ecstasy of the climax remained the absolute ruler of my mind. I squirted all my fluids for the third time in a row, while simultaneously feeling his scorching heat flood deep into my pussy, the heavy sound of his panting echoing in my ear.

He pulled his dick out slowly, then grabbed the base of my neck to pull my body up onto my knees on the bed. Pulling his wet shaft out, he slipped it into my mouth once more.

It was Robert’s dick in every detail... the exact same dick I knew and had memorized by size. I was a billion percent sure of it!

Arousal clouded every cell of my brain. I began to lick it passionately, sliding my tongue smoothly along its length, before whispering to him from beneath the blindfold:

”Kiss me...”

He leaned down with his full weight, pressing his lips over mine in a scorching kiss that stole whatever sanity I had left.

As he pulled his lips away and began to step back slightly, I was just about to open my mouth and say clearly: (I know you’re Robert...)

But... before a single word could leave my throat, a strange sound echoed through the air of the room a voice I had never heard before in my entire life, uttering in a deep, dirty male tone:

”I loved how this night went... You exceeded my expectations, little slutty.”

Air froze instantly in my throat, every single cell in my body turning into a block of dead ice.

The voice was close terrifyingly close emanating directly from the masked man hovering over me. It carried a deep, broad tone, dripping with a thick Mexican accent I had never heard in my life before.

It wasn’t Robert.

The blood drained from my veins in a split second, and the scorching pleasure that had been sweeping me away moments ago mutated into a burning disgust that completely cut off my breath.

All those touches... all those brutal thrusts, and the shameless surrender I had given my body to thinking I was in the hands of the man who possessed my heart had belonged to a complete stranger! A man hiding behind a mask, talking down to me with cheap words like I was nothing more than a common whore.