My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: 205/The Sweet Taste of His Dick

Chapter 205:

Julie’s POV

My face went pale, and my breath hitched the moment I felt the searing heat of his massive palm pressing against my thigh. His rough fingers dug into the thin white fabric, sending a jolt of electricity through my body that I couldn’t hide.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to claw back some of my wounded pride. "Didn’t you just finish your dinner?"

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his hand slid upward with a nerve-wracking slowness, reaching my waist and pulling me toward him with a lightning-fast force. My upper body crashed against his broad, solid chest. I could feel his warm muscles pressing against my breasts through the soft white blouse, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of soap began to strip away every ounce of my logic.

Robert tilted his head and buried his nose in my neck, inhaling my scent so deeply that an involuntary moan escaped my throat. "That food was nothing but an appetizer, Julie," he whispered, his raspy voice vibrating with a suppressed lust. "My real dinner... is you."

I felt his other hand rise to cup the back of my head, gently tilting my face to meet his. His eyes were pitch black, gleaming with a terrifying, predatory hunger that made my heart beat like a trapped bird against my ribs.

Then, without warning, he devoured my lips in a violent, wild kiss a kiss that didn’t ask for permission but demanded total surrender.

The taste of his lips was intoxicating. His tongue invaded my mouth with a boldness that made me lose my balance, while his hand on my thigh slid further up, slowly raising my short white skirt.

I felt the cool air hit my bare skin, and then the roughness of his fingers brushed against the edge of my delicate underwear.

Damn it. Where did my "no" go? Where did my anger vanish to? I was melting in his hands like ice thrown into hell. My hands, which were supposed to push him away, found their way to cling to his neck, as if begging for more of this beautiful torture.

He moved down to trail hungry kisses along my throat, while his hand squeezed my ass with a delicious firmness, pulling me down to feel the hardness of his dick, throbbing powerfully behind the towel announcing a hunger that no food in the world could satisfy but me.

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Robert’s POV

She was sitting there in that damn white blouse and a skirt that barely covered a thing, looking like an angel that had lost its way and wandered into a demon’s den. I watched her eat nervously, trying her best not to look at my bare chest, but I could feel her eyes burning through my skin.

The scent of lavender mixed with soap was driving me insane, making my dick surge against the towel until it actually ached. I wasn’t joking when I said she was my dinner.

I placed my massive palm on her soft thigh and felt her jump under my touch as if I’d electrocuted her. Goddamn. Her skin was softer than silk. I started moving my fingers slowly upward, ignoring every rule of self-control I usually live by.

"Now... I’m going to have my dinner," I whispered in her ear, my voice coming out like a low, hungry growl.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed her by her slim waist, slamming her against my hard chest.

I felt her breasts crushing against my muscles, her racing heartbeat thumping against my ribs. I buried my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to force her to look me in the eye; I wanted her to see the monster her beauty had awakened.

"You know, Julie? That white on you just makes me want to stain it in every way possible," I growled before lunging for her lips.

I kissed her with the brutality of a man who only knows the language of power, sucking on her lower lip and nipping it with a provocative edge while my other hand crawled under her white skirt.

When my fingers brushed her pussy through the thin lace, I found her completely soaked hot and pulsing, as if she were welcoming me.

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