My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: 349/ A Cold Knife to His Dick

Chapter 349

Jake’s point of view

Her brows knitted in intense shock and gloom, and I felt her body relax for seconds due to the impact of the scandalous words inside her mind. I completed the attack, raising my head slightly from the rough floor, my eyes challenging her dread:

"And I told you in explicit terms who I was, Julie... and you looked at me with your melting, already closed eyes and said in a panting tone... You are Daddy, fuck me violently, Daddy, and possess my body!"

Her chest shook with rapid, hysterical breaths as if she were suffocating on her air, and she shouted in a rampant, echoing, and dark anger that attempted to crush and breach my truthful words to deny the sin with all her power:

"I was completely wasted because of the cursed liquor, vacant of awareness and discernment, you filthy, cursed rogue! I didn’t know, for heaven’s sake, what was exiting my mouth or what was being pulled from me! You exploited my helplessness and drunkenness to empty your sickening lust in me!"

With a swift, sudden movement like a burning thunderbolt descending from the sky, she moved the knife in the blink of an eye from my neck and plunged down with it to place the sharp silver blade with harshness and direct pressure over my naked dick. In that cursed, fatal second, my limbs froze completely with a panting dread, the blood stopped abruptly in my veins, the breaths were severed in my throat, and my pupils dilated from the intensity of pure panic and fear for the honor of my manhood being severed by the hand of this lunatic!

My jaw clenched with extreme violence until my molars almost shattered inside me, and I said in an overwhelming, trembling terror, a broken voice that had lost all its courage:

"What... what are you doing, for God’s sake and the sake of this cursed madness?! Get the knife away from there right now, Julie! This isn’t a fucking joke!"

She bent her head toward me closely, a cold, dead, and psychopathic smile etched upon her convulsed lips as she said in a fatal, terrifying calmness that froze the blood in my cells:

"I am going to completely castrate you and sever this cursed thing tonight with my blade, Jake... so you can rid yourself of your filthy lust forever. Won’t this bloody show be enjoyable and entertaining? I will enjoy hearing your screams."

I felt beads of sweat as cold as ice pour profusely from my forehead and the sides of my face, and I shouted in a voice completely choked with panic and the panting dread ripping through my chest:

"Julie... I beg you, for heaven’s sake and everything that is sacred! Stop and back down right now! You are not truly aware and do not know the consequences of what you are doing right now against me and against yourself!"

She secured the sharp blade firmly over my sensitive, frightened skin, pressing with a threatening lightness as she said with wide eyes gleaming with madness:

"I know exactly what I am doing, with precision and total awareness, Jake... and nothing will prevent me from cutting off your depravity."

I could no longer endure it; every single ounce of masculine pride or stubbornness I had lived with throughout my life evaporated and vanished because of the direct, threatening position of the knife against my member and my irreplaceable manhood.

My throat opened in a roaring, terrifying, echoing, and violent scream that rang throughout the house in a hysterical panic, shouting:

"Steve! Steve, come here quickly, for God’s sake, and save me from this lunatic! Steve! Hear me!"

A loud, hysterical, mocking, and continuous laugh launched from between Julie’s lips, filling the corners of the room with rampant gratification and dark gloating. She said in a toxic sarcasm that twisted her features:

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