My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: 352/A Kiss Beneath the Fire

Chapter 352

Jake’s Point of View

My mind was utterly incapable of absorbing the acceleration of these cursed, ambiguous events; everything felt like a suffocating nightmare, tightly crafted and hermetically sealed with absolutely no way out through any form of logic. Merely minutes ago, I was pinned to the floor, naked, threatened with the severing of my dick and the literal end of my manhood by the sharp edge of a blade.

Then, I received a brutal, continuous lashing from a thick leather belt that left my skin burning, pulsing with agony and a searing fire—and all of this torture was planned and executed by Julie. That slender-featured girl had made me regret with every single atom of my being that I had ever dared to approach her yesterday.

Yet, right in the dead center of this absolute horror and the tense anticipation of my unknown fate, the words died inside my throat and the blood dried up in my veins when she blindsided me with what she uttered. She spoke words that made me lose every single remaining shred of my sanity, making me wonder if we had officially crossed the very gates of hell.

In those fleeting seconds where I froze completely, she bent her entire torso right over my face and slammed her lips against mine with a sudden, shocking force, pressing into them in a savage manner that found absolutely no explanation within human logic or the laws of nature! How could this girl, who had literally raised hell and shaken the absolute foundations of the house just because I touched her yesterday, and who had lashed me with a leather belt without a shred of mercy, now bend down with all this reckless impulse and sheer obsession to kiss me in this scorching manner?

I was stunned, utterly bewildered in a way I couldn’t possibly explain or justify even to myself. The exact spots of the sharp strikes and the swollen bruises across my belly and thigh were stinging, setting my nerves violently on fire with every micro-movement, while she continuously kissed me with a strange, demanding, and wild passion that literally sucked the breath out of my lungs.

She lifted both of her smooth, cold palms, placing them with a contradictory and deeply suspicious tenderness against my sweating cheeks, framing my face with her slender fingers while still clinging to my lips with all her strength, as if she were actively trying to draw my very soul into her.

Despite the throbbing pain and despite my masculine pride, which had been completely pulverized beneath her bare feet, I found the muscles of my jaw relaxing against my will and against my deep-rooted stubbornness. I began to actively reciprocate her kiss with a strange urgency and a heat that perfectly mirrored her own.

Damn it, what kind of cursed spell and dark magic had this witch hexed me with, for heaven’s sake?! How did I transform from a spiteful victim into a willing partner in her euphoria in the blink of an eye?!

She pulled her lips away with a sudden slowness, punctuated by a long, heavy exhale. We remained panting violently in a rapid succession, our mixed, scorching breaths striking our faces like a desert storm. She looked straight into my scattered eyes, delivering in a faint, fractured, and rasped whisper that blended raw cruelty with an underlying softness:

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