My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: 335/Choked Whispers

Chapter 335:

Julie’s POV

I froze in my place entirely, and my hand gripping the metallic fork stopped, suspended in the air in absolute rigidity as if I had been afflicted with paralysis, while I felt my cheeks igniting with a suffocating crimson like the deep blood rushing crazily into my veins. I turned to him very slowly, malice and hatred on the verge of exploding the arteries of my head and shattering my thoughts.

While I was pressing my knees and thighs together with excessive power and pain beneath the wooden table to conceal that hysterical tremor and the raging heat traveling beneath my abdomen, I ground my teeth with extreme violence. I looked at him with eyes gleaming with wickedness and said:

"Swallow this filthy tongue of yours instantly, and consume your food in silence without another word!"

Jake released a faint, cold, and sarcastic laugh that rang in the kitchen with an intolerable provocation. He returned his back to the rear, resting against the seat with a provoking coolness that drove me insane, raising his eyebrows in absolute indifference and a clear belittlement of my anger. Meanwhile, Steve intervened with great speed to break up this continuous dispute between us before it exploded, pressing his palm with force onto the surface of the table, saying in a tone filled with grumbling and exhaustion:

"We have returned again to the same endless broken record! Jake... Julie... please, for the sake of hell, cease this childish quarreling for just one night and let us eat in peace!"

Then he turned to me with tender, calm features and a warm voice attempting to reassure me, adding gently:

"Complete your dinner quietly, Julie, and do not lend his absurd talk any attention; just ignore him."

I attempted to return to consuming the food with mechanical, stiffened, and highly disturbed movements, but the boiling of my entrails with that sudden lust and the rampant desire that was gnawing at my body from the inside like fire, made every bite I raised to my mouth lodge in my throat and scratch it like broken glass. I was feeling a strange weight and a sticky, hot wetness increasing in a terrifying manner beneath my abdomen.

Whenever my eye fell by mistake or by an instinctive impulse upon Jake’s massive palms or his broad chest that appeared beneath his shirt, my cursed mind translated the matter instantly to the violent, stormy memories of Robert, and his dominant and harsh way of fucking me and breaking me upon the bed.

Damn this fallen weakness... I was on the verge of truly losing my mind from my thinking! How could the sight of the dick of this idiot Jake in the morning in a passing manner overturn my physical being and my hormones in this blatant way, making me writhe in lust and desire?!

After long, heavy minutes that passed over us as if they were an eternity of torment, Steve pushed his plate lightly, rose from his stool, and looked at us with eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, saying in a raised voice:

"Fine, folks... I am entirely finished with my food. I will go right now to change my clothes and prepare myself for going out and the stay-up, and both of you prepare yourselves with great speed as well and do not lag behind."

I tilted my head a little to turn my sight and my eyes away from him completely as if I didn’t hear him. I gripped the water glass with my trembling, convulsed fingers and gulped it down in one draft with greed, perhaps its bitter coldness would extinguish the scorching heat and the burning fire in my entrails. Then I placed the glass down with power and violence over the wooden table so it emitted a sharp sound.

Jake didn’t move a single inch from his place after Steve’s departure; rather, he remained leaning with his massive elbows on the table, tilting his powerful torso a little toward my direction with a cunning, sharp, and focused look that pierced my features. He pressed with his low, sarcastic tone that didn’t transcend a whisper, saying mockingly:

"What is the matter with you, Julie? The lines of your face are convulsed in a suspicious manner, and your entire body is trembling violently as if you are seeing a phantom... or is the morning’s action still revolving in your head?"

My limbs and bones stiffened entirely upon hearing his insolent, direct words, and the grip of my knees and thighs tightened in a painful spasm beneath the table until the bones of my pelvis pained me from the intensity of the pressure.

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