My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: 1/Sold virginity

Chapter One

The first man who was supposed to be your shield and fortress, is the very same one who chose to hand you over with his own hands. He didn’t hand you over to a gentle touch or a safe life; instead, he threw you to something that would devour you and claim you entirely. From that godforsaken moment, nothing in you remains untouched by the stain not your tainted memories, not your violated body, nor even your buried dreams. No matter how many miles you run in a desperate attempt to escape, you will find that every desolate road leads you back, mercilessly, to the slaughterhouse where you were first sold... where your innocence was ripped away, leaving you as nothing more than a commodity.

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Robert hovered over her, his burning breath tracing her neck and igniting a fire in Julie’s body she had never known.

His hand slid down, gripping her breast with a sudden, firm pressure that sent a violent shiver down her spine.

Her voice was a broken whisper, her breath hitching as she spoke his name:

"Robert."

He raised his head, his gaze dark and heavy with a dominant hunger. "What?" he rasped.

At that moment, Robert felt the raw intensity of his desire boiling over.

Seeing Julie completely surrendered beneath him gave him a sense of possession more intoxicating than anything he’d ever tasted,

yet a strange, sharp tenderness tugged at him—a fear that his own strength might break her.

He didn’t give her a chance to think.

He claimed her lips in a deep, punishing kiss that merged their ragged breaths, their body heat clashing like a physical force.

Julie knew this was the point of no return. Surrendering to him felt like stepping into a beautiful, merciless hell, but she was more than ready to burn in his fire.

Her hands tangled in his hair, clinging to him like a drowning woman, while his thumbs rhythmically grazed her nipples, making her ache with a desperate wetness between her thighs.

Robert moved with the expertise of a man who knew exactly how to dismantle her.

He pressed into her pleasure centers, his touch deliberate and masterful. Every muffled moan that escaped her lips pushed him closer to the edge of madness.

He pulled back just enough for her to catch a shallow breath.

"I’m scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He stilled, placing his thumb inside her mouth to silence her gently. "Shhh... don’t be," he murmured, his chest heaving as he fought for control. "I’ll stop, Julie. If you want me to, I’ll stop right now."

He meant it. Despite the brutal need clawing at him, her fear was the only thing capable of restraining him. But Julie didn’t pull away.

Instead, she licked his thumb slowly, a defiant spark in her eyes, before pushing his hand back.

"We can’t stop," she insisted.

He brushed the damp strands of hair from her face, his focus lethal. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she answered, her tone blooming with a confident, flirtatious heat.

In one fluid motion, he lifted her from the sofa. Julie locked her legs tightly around his waist, terrified he might actually let her go.

He leaned into her ear, his voice thick with masculinity. "Tonight, you’re mine, Julie. All of you."

"I am yours," she breathed.

He bit her lower lip gently before laying her back onto the bed.

He spread her thighs, pulling her toward the edge of the mattress as he knelt between her legs. His tongue began to trace the folds of her pussy with slow, searing heat.

Julie’s hands fisted into the sheets, her teeth sinking into her lip to stifle the cry that wanted to tear from her throat as she succumbed to a primal pleasure she had never imagined.

Robert stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he unfastened his trousers. When they fell away, Julie’s breath caught.

He was massive, his cock erect and pulsing with power, reaching toward his navel.

A genuine spike of fear raced through her, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

He could feel his own pulse thrumming in his shaft, the sheer size of him making him wonder if her delicate body could truly contain him.

He leaned in, resting the head of his cock against her opening, teasing her with slow, agonizing slides.

He benefited from the slick wetness that coated her, his movements smooth yet heavy with intent.

He watched every twitch of her features, waiting for the exact moment her last bit of resistance would dissolve.

His eyes held the question his tongue wouldn’t utter, waiting for the final signal before he finally breached her and filled her with his presence.

In that suspended moment, before they crossed the line from restraint to total possession, neither realized that this wasn’t the start of a romance... it was the birth of a debt that would eventually be paid in blood.

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Three months ago

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Julie’s point of view

While I was sitting with my father in a chic and luxurious restaurant, in front of the most delicious appetizers, my father said with hesitation:

"Julie, I forgot an important file, I’ll be right back."

I nodded my head and watched him walk through the door. I was perplexed as to the reason for our presence here; what kind of transactions could my father possibly be concluding in such a place?

After a while, a tall, Black man of strong build, dressed in a black suit and black glasses, arrived. He looked like a guard I guessed it from the earpiece and the wire hanging from it and he said:

"Hello Miss Julie, your father is waiting for you downstairs."

I said to him without understanding:

"What? Is there another floor downstairs?"

He replied:

"Yes, let’s go, come with me."

I stood up, full of doubt; I had seen my father leave, and now this man was telling me he was downstairs! Had I not noticed him when he entered?

He led me to the basement of the restaurant via stairs, then by an elevator that went even lower, and there was a hallway ending in a door with a secret code.

There, I realized that all of this was not normal; it certainly could not be a restaurant. I stopped dead and said:

"I don’t want to go see my father now, tell him I feel unwell and that I must go back up."

The guard gripped my arm, saying:

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