My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: 343/Evaporated Phantom

Chapter 343:

Julie’s POV

I was engrossed in a deep sleep, surrendering to a warm numbness traveling through my numbed limbs, my head resting smoothly over his solid, broad chest while I encircled his body with my arms with power and desperation. I was clasping my Robert with eagerness, longing, and intense need as if I were in reality and fact, and as if his phantom had not vacated me for a single second.

I felt a rampant ecstasy and a dominant pleasure encircle my violently throbbing heart, for he had been fucking me throughout the night in a violent, brutal, and harsh fashion that I cannot imagine or describe from the excess of pleasure.

I passed my palm with a trembling, panting stroke and calmness over the skin of his broad, warm, and muscle-filled chest while my eyes were tightly closed. Ah... damn it! I truly do not want to open my eyes at all, and I highly fear that his enchanting phantom will evaporate from my side instantly the moment I wake up and find myself by myself under the mercy of frost and loneliness over this bed as usual.

I tightened the grasp of my convulsed fingers upon his skin with a hidden oppression to hold onto his existence. Even though the scent of his body in this moment was suspiciously strange and did not resemble the familiar scent of Robert that I had accustomed to that dominant scent of oud blended with the pungent smoke of cigarettes rather, I was now inhaling a completely different scent: a sharp, wild, and violent masculine scent, yet nonetheless, it was a wonderful, highly exciting, and attractive scent.

Everything about my Robert appears wonderful in my eyes. In that midst and intimate touching, I felt his massive hands wrap around my naked back, clasping me toward his body with excessive power and madness as well, for our flesh to interlace together in a blazing alignment.

Damn... how real and tangible this feeling and bodily alignment appears to an extent that made my tears turn to stone in my pupils! Then, a gentle, warm, and long kiss was stamped over my forehead, causing a panting chill to travel through my entire spine and my whole body in an astonishing fashion.

My lips opened with weakness and relaxation, and my voice emerged raspy and stuffed with pleading and hidden fear, saying:

"I fear opening my eyes, Daddy... because I know with certainty that you are merely a passing dream and will vanish the moment I wake up."

In that precise, cursed second, a dreadfully freezing and shocking rigidity possessed me when the response came to me in a deep, sharp, mocking, and low voice that did not resemble Robert’s dominant, smooth voice at all; a strange, terrifying voice interlaced in my ears, saying:

"Open them indeed and verify my existence... I am here by your side truly, and I have not departed."

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