My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: 348/Alone at Her Mercy

Chapter 348:

Jake’s POV

Into what dark, absolute hell had I entangled myself tonight, for heaven’s sake, because of an unrestrained impulse?! My chest muscles constricted with a terrifying spasm, the harsh chill of the winter room besieging my naked, tightly bound body over the rough wooden floor.

How could I, even for a single second of stupidity, slide like a blind man behind a blind, animalistic desire and actually find this psychopathic, crazy girl attractive one who didn’t know the meaning of fucking mercy?! How had I become a prey beneath her feet with this humiliated ease?!

I swallowed my saliva with extreme difficulty, as if swallowing pieces of broken glass, my blue eyes fixed with genuine terror and a pure fear I had never known in my life upon the sharp knife blade and the hard features surrounding my neck. Its metal pressed against my skin, counting my breaths, and my voice emerged panting, rough, and stuffed with a submissive plea and a begging that shattered every masculine pride I had ever lived with:

"Julie... I beg you, by anything, put the knife aside and let’s talk calmly and rationally... Don’t act recklessly out of a moment of anger."

She distorted her lips in a crooked, slow reflection, the lines of her face relaxing with a terrifying coldness that sent a shiver through my limbs, while her slender fingers still held the black handle of the knife with a firm, unshakeable control that could sever my head from my body in a second. She tilted her head slightly with flippancy, and said in a low hiss dripping with venom:

"Mmm... I don’t think slaughtering you and ending your life this easily and quickly would be exciting or truly sufficient to cool my fire, Jake... A quick death is a mercy you do not deserve after what you did."

She raised her other, free hand with leisure, placing the tips of her slender, cold fingers over her smooth cheek, and began to tap them against her skin in successive, rhythmic movements that were audible in the dead silence of the room. The tapping was like a sign of mysterious, stormy, and suspicious calculation that stretched my nerves to the absolute limit.

In the midst of that terrifying wait, her pupils moved very slowly and with a sudden, harsh force to fix her hateful, hot, and contempt-filled gaze directly on my lower abdomen specifically toward my dick, which was at the mercy of the cold air and the nakedness of the humiliating leather bonds.

Suddenly, and without introduction, her limbs and entire body shook as if a violent electrical current had struck her spine.

Her features contorted with violence, and a harsh, burning, crimson flush rushed to her cheeks from the excess of disgust and sudden shock. She raised her palm with a hysterical impulse to place it over her head for a few seconds in blatant dread, as if the shock had struck the cells of her brain with power due to the influx of a new, vivid, and violent memory from last night rushing into her confused head!

She turned to me with an angry speed, her eyes radiating with malice, a menacing evil, and a blind hatred like fires that almost burned me naked in my place. Her throat opened and she shouted in a ripped, panting, and raspy voice filled with tears and fury:

"Did you make me... did you dare, you scoundrel, and make me suck your dick... you filthy animal and rogue?! Tell me!"

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