My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: 172/A Twist of Fate

Chapter 172

Olivia’s Point of View

I opened my eyes with difficulty, greeted by the cold emptiness of the bed beside me. I listened for a few seconds until the rhythmic splashing of water against the floor reached me from the bathroom. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, and my eyes widened in panic. "Damn, I’m late!"

I kicked off the covers in a swift motion, rising in my complete nakedness, and rushed toward the bathroom with hurried steps. Steam filled the air, and Steve stood tall under the spray of hot water; his body was perfection personified rippling muscles and a commanding height. His wet blonde hair shimmered under the lights like a sunbeam.

"Why didn’t you wake me up? I’m late!" I snapped in a reproachful tone.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, his powerful hand shot out and yanked me toward him, pinning our naked bodies together under the streaming water.

He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, bringing his face inches from mine, whispering in a voice drenched in desire, "I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you."

"You know I hate waking up late," I tried to regain my seriousness, feeling his hot breath mingling with the steaming water.

He didn’t give me a chance to finish my protest. He leaned in and kissed me with excessive force, crushing his lips against mine so violently it stole my breath away. When he pulled back slightly, he rasped while admiring my disheveled features, "I can’t get enough of you."

I tried to slip from his grip as the water flowed between us. "I have to get to work," I murmured.

But he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he tightened his hold on my waist and pressed his body firmly against mine, saying with a confident smirk and a piercing gaze, "I know you want to fuck."

In a flash, he spun me around to face the cold bathroom wall while the hot water stung my back. He began to rub his dick against my ass in a slow, provocative motion.

A violent shiver surged through my entire body; damn, it felt incredible, making my knees tremble.

"Steve... I have to go to work," I said in a jagged voice, trying to cling to the last shred of my sanity.

He didn’t listen. He reached from behind me and gripped my breast firmly, kneading it with a mastery that silenced my words. "If you’re a little late, it won’t be the end of the world," he whispered huskily in my ear.

The next moment, I felt him drive his dick forcefully inside my ass.

I let out a sharp cry of pain mingled with an overwhelming pleasure that shook my entire being. My back arched, and I pressed my palms against the wet ceramic to steady myself, closing my eyes tight. I knew for a fact I was late, but this sensation was beyond my power to resist... he knew exactly how to make me submit to him completely.

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Thomas’s Point of View (Robert’s Father)

I watched his features intently; I saw his jaw muscles tighten violently and the veins in his neck pulse clearly when I mentioned the Don. Robert flared up at me, leaning over his desk and bracing his hands on it, saying in a terrifying hiss, "I’ll kill him if he even thinks of touching her."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him coldly. "Really... to that extent?"

"Yes, to that extent," he replied in a final tone that left no room for argument.

I took a deep breath, trying to avert the coming disaster. "Get that girl out of here, Robert... send her back home."

He answered with a single word that shook the office: "Impossible."

"You’ll regret not doing it," I said bitterly, shaking my head.

Robert stood at his full, imposing height and pointed sharply toward the door. "Get out."

"I’m leaving," I said, slowly turning my wheelchair. "But you’ll realize soon enough that I was right."

He wasn’t finished. He stepped toward me with heavy strides and leaned down to my level, his voice dripping with venom. "I can’t take advice from someone who didn’t apply it to himself."

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