My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: 132/Merciless Fire

Chapter 132

Julie’s Point of View

My pleas were of no use; even my being completely naked before him did not move a muscle in him, as if my body were merely a cold corpse that aroused nothing but disgust in him.

I felt an insult gnawing at my dignity, yet I continued to grovel like a whore who refuses rejection. I said in a voice choked with desire: "Please... put it inside me now... put your cock in now!"

He released my hands with a violence that made me stagger, and turned quickly toward the closet as if escaping from hell.

The itching in my pussy was increasing, and the wetness filled my thighs, making their touch feel sticky and painful. I stood up with a trembling body and pressed myself against his back from behind, my nails digging into his skin as I tried to strip off his shirt, his trousers, anything to free him from these fabric restraints.

He turned toward me with lightning speed and gripped my wrists like iron shackles. He tried to put his cotton shirt on me, but the touch of the fabric on my burning skin was like touching embers. I screamed in breakdown as I pushed the shirt away: "I don’t want it! The fabric tortures me more!"

He did not hesitate; he pulled two silk neckties from the closet and threw me onto the bed roughly. Before I could comprehend, he had tied my hands firmly behind my back, then moved to my feet to secure their binding. I was writhing on his bedsheet, my body contracting and expanding in desperate attempts to rub my thighs together, while he stood far away, avoiding looking at me as if I were a plague.

He said in a cold and definitive tone: "You will stay like this until you regain your senses."

He began to take off his wet clothes slowly. His toned back muscles and broad shoulders appeared, making my mind fly and my screaming increase. I shouted in despair: "Please, Robert... don’t leave me like this!"

He did not turn around; instead, he kept his face directed the other way. I screamed again, tears pouring onto his pillow: "Kill me, please! If you don’t want to fuck me... kill me!"

He entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving me in a deadly silence interrupted only by the sound of my rapid breathing. I began to try to untie my hands frantically, rubbing against the bed, raising and lowering my pelvis trying to reach any kind of relief, but the restraints were digging further into my flesh, and I remained alone, tortured by a merciless fire.

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Robert’s Point of View

I closed the bathroom door behind me violently and leaned my forehead against its surface, allowing my body a chance to collapse away from her eyes.

My breaths were coming out like the rattle of a slaughtered man; seeing her in that state, begging me to violate her body despite her deep hatred for me, was tearing something inside me that I didn’t know existed.

How she was screaming in pain! How she was writhing on my bed! It was making my heart break. I wished I could end her agony with a touch, but I knew that the price of touch would be her moral death in the morning.

Anger ignited in my chest like a fire; although I emptied my bullet into that scoundrel’s head, I now regret it. I wished I hadn’t killed him, that I had kept him alive to make him taste varieties of torture that would make him beg for death and not find it.

As soon as Olivia told me she saw him approaching Julie, and how the vial of stimulant fell from his pocket, I lost my mind completely.

Her voice pierced the door; it was a hysterical scream that could crumble stone: "Robert come... come out and come to me please!"

I closed my eyes tightly and raised my head toward the white bathroom ceiling, whispering in a choked voice: "Grant me strength, O God... and deliver her from her agony as soon as possible."

I removed my wet trousers that were clinging to my skin, and my erect cock protruded shamelessly, announcing my desire that I was trying to bury. I looked at it with contempt, and spat the words with bitterness: "Have you no shame? How can you be erect when you know she doesn’t truly want you?"

I struck my fist against the wall until I felt my bones about to break, trying to replace the sexual pain with real physical pain.

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