My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: 189/The Google Trauma

Chapter 189

Julie’s Point of View

I woke up in the morning feeling a strange exhaustion, as if the battles of the night were still raging in my veins. I went in to shower despite a lump in my throat; I would have preferred never to touch the water, to keep his scent lingering in my pores for as long as possible, but I had to wake up from this dream.

When I came out, I wore a knee-length blue dress and dried my hair absentmindedly; I didn’t have the energy or focus to go to training with Max today.

I ate my breakfast, and suddenly the door opened and Olivia walked in with her usual flair. "Good morning, little piglet. Did you miss me?"

I looked at her with a calm smile. "Yes, I did miss you."

She froze in place, staring at me in total disbelief, then muttered, "Hmm... so that’s how it is."

"You’ve saved me twice, Olivia, so I’m truly grateful to you," I said sincerely. "Why do you want us to remain enemies?"

"I’m just amusing myself with you, darling," she replied with her usual arrogance, trying to hide her confusion. "You aren’t my enemy... and you couldn’t be."

"That’s good then," I said cleverly. "Let’s have a truce."

"You damn pig!" she shouted as she walked out of the room.

I laughed from my heart; I’ve started to feel that she’s rid herself of her actual hatred toward me, but her pride prevents her from admitting it.

Suddenly, the image of his massive dick flashed into my mind, and a shudder brought that terror back to me. I remembered the phone; yes, maybe when I search for the risks of a large dick, "Google" will reassure me.

I took the phone and went into the bathroom. I found eight missed calls from Professor Weston and a message. I opened it: "Julie, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

I typed a quick reply: "Hello Professor, I’m fine... I was just tired and fell asleep last night."

I closed the chat immediately and turned to the search engine with trembling hands, typing the words that were haunting my sleep: "What are the risks of a huge, long dick for a virgin girl?"

I waited anxiously for the results, my eyes glued to the screen, looking for any information telling me my fear was just an illusion that I wouldn’t be "shattered" if Robert decided to return and finish what he started.

I started reading, my eyes widening with every word: "For a virgin, the problem lies not only in the hymen but in the tightness of the vaginal canal which has never been stretched.

Inserting a massive size suddenly or violently can lead to vaginal tears: cracks in the vaginal walls that may cause bleeding requiring medical intervention, or a perineal tear. Due to the massive size, sex can turn from a source of pleasure to a source of physical trauma. Fear of pain may lead to ’Vaginismus,’ where the girl’s muscles contract so strongly it makes penetration impossible or agonizingly painful."

My God! All this information made my fear grow, and my entire body trembled. I had watched Robert before as he thrust his dick into Sarah’s pussy; it was fast, powerful, and bordered on brutality.

He didn’t mention last night, didn’t ask why I fled to the bathroom he didn’t even smile at me. He’s acting as if nothing happened between us, as if those kisses and burning touches were just a figment of my imagination.

I felt a lump in my throat as I stared at the closed door. Was it just a passing "lesson" to him as I had requested, while it left scars of longing and fear in me that won’t heal?

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Robert’s Point of View

I left the office because I couldn’t bear to see her without kissing her. Since last night, everything has changed for me, but I can’t touch her now because I don’t want her to fear me.

I don’t want her to feel that I’m pressing her or forcing her into something she’s no longer ready for, even though the image of her writhing beneath me is still burning through my mind.

As I was walking down the hallway, my phone rang; it was Daniel. I answered curtly, "Yes, Daniel, I’m coming."

"Fine, sir," he said in a businesslike tone. "Because you have six meetings today."

"I know," I said stiffly.

I hung up and headed immediately to the company. I immersed myself in numbers and deals, succeeding in distracting my mind slightly with work so it wasn’t just consumed by Julie... or so I tried to convince myself, while the scent of her perfume continued to haunt me everywhere.