My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: 350/A Psychopath’s Dark Affection

Chapter 350

Julie’s Point of View

My pupils dilated as I absorbed the sight of his destruction, feasting my hungry eyes on that slight, involuntary tremor racked across his stony jaw. Cold sweat formed like sticky pearls of moisture, coating his broad forehead and sliding down toward his temples. The look of abject fear and sheer panic that settled into Jake’s blue eyes which had always overflowed with sickening arrogance injected a strange warmth into my veins at that exact moment.

It was a warm, venomous pleasure I never knew existed within my bowels before, as if a spotted viper had been sleeping safely in the deepest darkness of my soul, and only now, under the shadows of this defiled bed, found its way to crawl to the surface and spit its venom.

This dark spirit was not entirely foreign to me; I suddenly remembered, with striking clarity, that ancient, fatal moment when my fingers tightened with the same malice around the grip of the firearm, pointing its black muzzle directly at Robert’s head. It was the exact same hidden euphoria that makes you feel like a god holding the threads of life and death the same overwhelming sense of absolute power and possession that strips away your humanity to grant you the glory of monsters.

A ragged, burning, and torn wheeze moved from the depths of Jake’s massive chest, and his vocal cords vibrated with a tone rasped by terror, despite the sheer mass of his body and his muscles, which now looked like helpless lumps of clay beneath my freezing restraints.

"Julie, please... Julie, listen to me," he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear. "I am truly sorry, by heaven. I swear to you by whatever you want that I am sorry for what happened yesterday!"

I bent my torso forward even more, completely ignoring his weak pleading, which only increased my tyranny. My slender hand descended with a calculated, breathtaking slowness until it gripped tightly, coldly, and with absolute cruelty around his dick.

I aggressively ground my teeth, creating an internal grating sound, and locked my gaze onto his distorted features, which were utterly lost to shock and agony.

"Look at yourself clearly, you helpless lion," I delivered in a low, faint whisper that dripped with a sick malice, shattering his pride. "Look at your own weakness as you beg me now with this shameful humiliation on the floor, completely naked."

I trailed the tips of my fingers with a burning, agonizingly slow pace over the surface of his shriveled, soft skin, which was puckering under the cold winter air filling the room.

My mocking smile widened across my lips despite the misery of the situation as I continued: "Do you know what I feel right now, Jake? I feel a wonderful, incredibly delicious sensation watching you like this... writhing and begging with hidden tears under my mercy and my feet, after you used to brag about your manhood in front of my face."

I slowly drew my other hand the one tightly gripping the black handle of the sharp knife and placed its gleaming silver edge directly and shockingly just a short distance below the head of his dick.

I pressed with extreme, calculated gentleness, causing his sensitive skin to visibly indent beneath the metal of the blade, which was cold as ice.

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