My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: 198/The Sacrifice of the Beast

Chapter 198

Robert’s POV

Her ragged breaths were hitting my chest, and I could feel her small hands shaking against my back, her nails digging into my skin like a drowning woman clinging to life. Every time I pushed myself slow into that lethal tightness of hers, I was watching her face.

I saw her eyes well up, her lips trembling as she tried to swallow the scream of pain tearing at her throat.

Goddamn it. I felt like I was breaking her. Even though my dick was screaming for more, even though I was right on the edge of exploding inside the warmth of her pussy which was squeezing me with a grip that made my mind go blank seeing her in pain killed the fire in my gut. It replaced my lust with a bitter lump in my throat.

I couldn’t finish. I didn’t want her first memory of me to be nothing but this agony.

With everything I had, using a willpower I didn’t even know I possessed, I pulled myself out of her real slow. I felt the cold blood rush through my veins hearing that faint whimper as I left her. I looked down and saw the blood staining her thighs, staining the head of my engorged dick.

It was a sight that silenced the beast inside me and woke up a man I didn’t recognize.

My dick was still aching, pulsing with a desire that hadn’t been satisfied, but I ignored the screaming need to come. I leaned over and kissed her eyes, trying to catch the tear sliding down her cheek. "It’s over now," I rasped.

She looked at me, completely stunned, and whispered, "Over?!"

I laid down beside her fast and pulled her small frame against my chest, wrapping my massive arms around her to stop her from shaking.

"That’s enough, Julie... enough for today," I whispered into her hair, my own breath coming hard, trying to settle the wild pounding of my heart against my ribs.

She looked up, still trying to catch her breath. "But when you were with Sarah... it went on for a real long time."

"You and Sarah aren’t the same thing, Julie. Not even close," I said, dead serious.

"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

I tightened my grip on her. "You’re a virgin, Julie. This shouldn’t go on too long. I don’t want you hurting anymore."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Don’t mention it," I grunted.

She started tracing my chest with her trembling fingers, her voice sounding small and apologetic. "I’m sorry."

I knitted my brows. "For what?"

"For making things harder... because I’m a virgin."

"Don’t worry about that right now," I said firmly.

I didn’t reach my peak. I didn’t empty my heat inside her like I’d been dreaming about all night. But feeling her protectively burrowing her head into my chest, searching for safety, gave me a different kind of satisfaction. It wasn’t the satisfaction of controlling her body; it was the satisfaction of controlling my own brutality for her sake.

In that moment, I realized I’d rather burn in my own desire a thousand times over than see one look of brokenness in her eyes.

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Julie’s POV

When he pulled me against his chest and wrapped those massive arms around me, a strange sense of safety started seeping into my heart. I buried my face in his bare chest, breathing in his scent a mix of expensive cologne, oud, and raw masculinity.

His body was radiating heat, and I could feel the hardness of his dick pressing against my thigh, a constant reminder that he was still burning with desire. Yet, he just stroked my hair, calm and steady.

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