My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: 268/Funking in the bathroom

Chapter 268:

Julie’s POV

The blood froze in my veins. I felt a sudden chill sweep through my limbs as I saw his dark gaze devouring my naked, wet body under the dim, desolate bathroom lighting. His facial features were terrifyingly sharp, as if carved from solid rock, and his powerful grip seemed poised to snatch and prey upon me, with zero regard for my weak defiance. A violent shudder carved its way along my spine.

I felt my pores open and quiver under the weight of his words, which stripped me of the last shred of will I had been clinging to. His breath, heavy with the scent of tobacco and the sharpness of liquor, continued to besiege and encircle me. It felt as though the bathroom’s four walls had suddenly shrunk, no longer able to contain anything but his overwhelming tyranny and the repressed desire that had begun to boil deep within me, shattering every fortress of resistance I had built during the days of my imprisonment.

I tried to pull myself together, my voice coming out husky and trembling: "Robert... you abandoned me... you left me alone in this darkness."

He didn’t respond with words immediately. Instead, he fixed his gaze deep into my eyes with a terrifying intensity that made my heart stop beating for a moment, before he whispered in his husky voice, dripping with painful longing: "I missed you, Julie... I missed you to the point of madness, and I can’t endure this distance for one more second."

That simple sentence was like a projectile that decimated the remains of my psychological barriers. My desire to resist vanished like smoke in the wind, replaced by a sweeping, volcanic longing that spared neither my dignity nor my wounded pride. He approached me again, pulling me toward him with a force that made my body collide with his solid chest. Then, he leaned down to kiss me with a mutual passion that left me with nothing but total surrender.

He pushed me with a mysterious gentleness until my soaking wet back was pressed against the cold wall tiles, making me jump. Meanwhile, he buried his massive hand around my waist to pin me in place, preventing any chance of escape from the flood of his emotions.

With hands trembling uncontrollably, I began to undo the buttons of his jacket. As soon as it slipped off his shoulders, I let it fall onto the wet floor without a care. His rough hand reached out to squeeze my breast, pressing my nipple with his thumb with a savage boldness that made me let out an audible moan that echoed through the space. I was parched for him; that touch was like a match thrown into a fuel tank, igniting the fire in every nerve of my body.

"Robert..." I said between our successive kisses that stole my breath. "Have you truly come back to me? Or is this just an illusion?"

He gave me no answer but another, more violent kiss as if to silence my questions, as if refusing to let the bitter reality spoil this stolen moment in time.

I began to unbutton his shirt with hurried, agitated fingers. As the fabric fell away to reveal his sculpted chest with its protruding muscles, I slid my palm over him slowly, feeling the heat of his searing skin and the hardness of his muscles that were tensing under my touch. He continued to kiss me with a frenzy that made me completely lose touch with everything outside the walls of this bathroom, as if the world had been condensed into this cramped space.

The silence in the bathroom was suffocating and heavy, magnifying every sound of our wet skin rubbing against each other. Suddenly, Robert dug his powerful hands under my ass. With the veins in his arms bulging from the sheer effort, he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, slamming my back with crushing force against the cold wall.

Automatically, driven by pure instinct, I wrapped my legs around his broad waist, clinging to him like a drowning person who had found her lifebuoy. I gripped the collar of his open shirt while my face met his, our breaths mingling in the narrow space. I felt the head of his massive, throbbing dick pressing with cruelty and ferocity against my pussy opening, like a beast demanding entry into its kingdom. He didn’t wait for permission, nor did he give me a moment; with one decisive movement born of an ancient hunger, he brought me down upon him with the full weight of my body.

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