My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: 311/Unnatural Provocation

Chapter 311:

Julie’s POV

The earth spun violently around me, and I could no longer comprehend or understand what was happening at all.

My limbs stiffened entirely, and my stunned mind failed to connect the data... if my brother Steve was standing with his entire body and massiveness at the threshold of the door, then who was this still person beneath whose waist I was so boldly perched?!

Steve’s features shifted in a second from calmness to complete astonishment, and he knitted his eyebrows with sweeping confusion as he looked at our strange, shameful position on the bed, uttering in a surprised and disapproving tone: "What the hell are you doing, Julie? And what is this situation?"

I turned my face with extreme slowness, a real terror gnawing at my insides to see the identity of the body beneath me. At that fatal, embarrassing moment, the two strong hands moved from under the wool with a sudden, unexpected motion, and stripped the blanket forcefully off his face. My eyes widened in sweeping shock, and my color turned completely pale like the dead when my gaze settled in the depths of the eyes of that cursed Jake. He darted a cunning, malicious look at me full of mockery and gloating, and a highly provocative smile sketched on his lips, driving me insane as he said in a playful tone: "Continue, Julie... continue, for heaven’s sake. What were you talking and venting about me just now? I am all ears!"

I felt the heat of intense embarrassment and shame coursing like fire through my face, dyeing my cheeks a deep crimson. But from the excess of rage, oppression, and confusion, I did not control my nerves or my reaction; I raised my palm with supernatural speed and delivered a powerful, driving strike to his head, screaming with a convulsion and widened eyes: "You cursed, despicable, lowlife! How dare you deceive me?!"

Jake did not grant me a single second to comprehend; his massive hands extended with lightning speed and gripped with immense tightness onto my waist from under the blanket. With a single quick, sudden movement of his strength, he wrapped the heavy woolen blanket around me entirely like a cocoon to restrict my movement, to drag me with him lightly and place me on the mattress with violence and harshness.

He did not suffice with that humiliating movement; rather, he grabbed the edges of the blanket from both sides decisively and fixed it with the strength of his arms and muscles on the mattress, pressing down with the weight of his upper body, such that I became entirely trapped and imprisoned under the fabric, unable to move, breathe, or see!

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