My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338: 338/ Savage Desires and the Collapse of Hatred

Chapter 338:

Jake’s POV

I froze in my place entirely like an idol at the threshold of the door, and I felt the muscles of my jaw contract with extreme violence and stiffen like iron as I witnessed the exposing, exciting, and sudden sight lying before me over the bedding. Damn this scene... I was not in need of a supernatural intelligence or intuition to understand precisely what was occurring here in this room; the short black silk robe raised over her thighs with a blatant arousal, her sweaty body writhing with a spasm and hunger, her hand which she had pulled back in dread, her fingers wet with wetness, and the raspy, panting moans that were escaping from between her lips trembling with hot panting just counted seconds before my entry.

She was masturbating with madness and urgency by herself over the mattress, and the liquor bottle thrown beside her explained this total absence of awareness and separation from reality. In fact, I had come to her cursed room at this late hour only to provoke her and disturb her serenity as usual, but I did not expect, by the Lord of heaven, to find her in this highly raging physical condition.

I passed my sharp blue looks very slowly along the length of her semi-naked body exposed before me, and I felt a sudden, blazing, and violent heat strike my veins and flow crazily in my blood, despite the blind hatred and the intense aversion I carry in my heart for this woman complicated with old complexes.

Curse this timing! I couldn’t prevent my cursed mind from conjuring the old bathroom incident with all its details, and how she was lying naked on the floor for her enchanting image to be strictly imprinted in my memory, refusing to leave me no matter how much I attempted. Now... the sight of her in this shameful and lustful position made the blind pride and masculine vanity explode inside me with ferocity.

I twisted my lips, sketching a sarcastic, cunning smile filled with open defiance, and took a wide, heavy, and steady stride toward the inside. I closed the wooden door behind me with a light kick from the heel of my shoe to shut it tightly, saying in a deep, low tone overflowing with mockery and belittlement:

"Get out? And miss out on witnessing this highly hot and entertaining show for myself, Julie?"

I advanced toward the bed with swaggering, highly slow paces, my eyes consuming with greed the lines of her face glowing with exposing crimson and sweat, and I tracked my speech with a provoking confidence:

"So... the movements of the early morning and your sight of my body naked in the hallway were not merely a passing and bad accident for you as you claimed... it appears that the sight of my massive dick has been carved deeply in your mind, to an extent that made you shudder with lust and writhe over the bedding with this madness to extinguish your raging fire with your trembling fingers!"

Her eyes widened with shocking terror and absolute dread the moment she heard my words. She attempted with desperation to shroud her chest, throbbing under the silk robe, with trembling and feeble fingers, shouting in a panting, disconnected, and raspy voice in which the tears of oppression interlaced with the numbness of the heavy alcohol:

"This... this is never true, you base, lying, and depraved scoundrel! You are certainly delusional and sick... I loathe you and hate seeing your filthy face!"

I released a faint and sarcastic laugh, bending my towering torso and the breadth of my shoulders toward her slowly and with leisure until my cold, provoking breaths slashed the skin of her neck ignited with hot sweat. I fixed my eyes to hers with power, saying in a dominant, harsh tone accepting neither discussion nor retreat:

"Cease lying and pretending modesty and honor right now, you ferocious and deceptive cat... your cursed, raging body exposes you with total clarity and screams with its loudest voice that you want me intensely, but your cursed and false pride refuses to confess that you long for my touch."

Julie attempted to open her mouth with momentum to scream and defend herself with highly stammering and disturbed words, but the impact of the strong, intoxicating drink had already taken its full hold of her head and mind. Her thoughts and words began to mix in a suspicious and shocking manner, and her eyes appeared completely lost due to my suffocating and confusing closeness to her at this moment, making her completely helpless to construct one useful or understood sentence to respond to my explicit accusation of her.

I witnessed her blatant, overwhelming helplessness and the lostness of her senses due to drunkenness, so my palm extended with momentum and a stormy boldness to grip with power the edge of the wooden bedframe. I approached with my entire massive body toward her with cunning until I almost adhered to her hot, glowing skin to cut off her air.

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