My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: 387/Which of Us is Going to Beg?

Chapter 387

Julie’s point of view

He didn’t flinch, nor did he pull back. Instead, Jake continued to watch me with that fierce, challenging glare that dripped with blatant provocation, as if daring me to unleash every single ounce of cruelty hidden inside me. I shifted my torso slightly forward, causing my damp flesh to press directly against the rigid, massive head of his thick dick, which was throbbing violently between our thighs, demanding a forceful intrusion.

But I stubbornly delayed it with dirty malice, purely to prolong his torment.

"Where is the leather belt, Jake?" I asked in a tone that dripped with cold mockery, aiming to shatter his confidence. "Or will your inflated ego break into pieces if I make you beg tonight without a single shred of mercy?"

He ground his teeth in burning spite, his massive, iron hands shooting out to violently lock around my waist with a firm, bruising pressure that sent a hot shiver straight through my core. He rasped in a deep, burning baritone:

"Do whatever the hell you want, Julie... strike me, whip me, and satisfy your savage hunger. But I swear to you, I will claim the price for every single blow directly from your tight pussy. I will grind this stubborn defiance out of you inch by inch, under my own absolute rules when my turn comes."

I laughed with absolute triumph and a striking challenge. I didn’t wait; I bent my head down and began to bite his skin with calculated cruelty right at the curve of his broad shoulder. A hot, suppressed groan of agony tore from him, vibrating through the mattress beneath us, while his fingers dug frantically into the flesh of my hips, forcing my bulk down hard against him to assert his immortal dominance even in this state of false submission.

Our eyes locked in a silent, lethal battle as we breathed heavily over the mattress inside that isolated cabin. His massive hands were still clamped around my waist with a force that threatened to crush my bones, anchoring my pelvis directly over his raging masculinity while he anticipated my next move with an intense, chaotic focus.

I absolutely refused to grant him the satisfaction of a direct penetration; instead, I ground my hips with an agonizingly slow, provocative friction directly over his hot dick. I rubbed my slick center explicitly against the thick, heavy veins twisting along his rigid shaft from the outside, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his broad chest violently contracting, his breaths tearing out like a shattered hiss from his lungs.

"Damn you... Julie..." He ground his teeth in burning malice, his Adam’s apple bobbing with immense difficulty as he desperately fought to retain his composure. "Slam your pelvis down..... do not play with my nerves to this extent."

"Did you not say I am your master tonight, Jake?" I curled my lips with biting mockery, my sadistic cruelty playing with his pride. I leaned my torso completely forward until my rigidly erect nipples brushed against his sweat-glistening chest, whispering right against his lips: "Then you will wait until I allow it... you will burn in this exquisite torment."

His blue eyes flashed with a fierce, predatory darkness. With a sudden, lightning-fast motion that shattered all of my calculations, he entirely released my waist. His iron hands shot up, violently locking around my wrists; with an absolute, crushing power, he reversed our positions in the blink of an eye, slamming my naked body flat against the mattress beneath his towering frame.

"Ah! Jake! Let me go, damn it!" I screamed in burning frustration, shoving against his broad chest to no avail.

"The time for exceptions is officially over, sweetheart," he rasped in a deep, quiet baritone that dripped with absolute dominance, instantly silencing my rebellion. He pinned both of my wrists securely above my head with a single hand, completely paralyzing my movements. His free, warm hand slid down, landing with a heavy, raw pressure between my thighs.

Instead, I spun around, my hungry eyes scanning the dim room until they locked onto a thick, heavy leather belt that had fallen from his belongings near the chair. I sprang off the bed, my fingers trembling with sharp passion as I gripped the leather, before marching back toward the mattress with confident, predatory strides.

Jake’s features went completely rigid the moment he saw me advancing toward him, holding his tool of punishment firmly in my hand. He tried to push his massive upper body up, but I caught him off guard by instantly driving my knee hard into his broad chest.

Pushing down with my full weight to paralyze his movements, I tightly looped the ends of the leather belt around my palm, making the heavy material emit a sharp, sinister friction that echoed loudly through the quiet room.

"Get on your stomach right now... and do not dare to move a single inch without permission from your master!" I commanded in a sharp, authoritative tone that dripped with absolute control.

He ground his teeth in spite mixed with a towering pride, his pupils narrowing with a burning madness at the sight of the little sadist commanding his face. Yielding to my terms and his own chaotic desire, he rolled his body over to lie flat on his stomach against the dark covers, exposing his broad, massive back still marked by the previous welts entirely to my mercy in absolute, exceptional submission.

I raised my arm, hoisting the leather belt high into the air as I watched the muscles of his back tightly flex in anticipation of my blow. I delivered a biting, mocking laugh before bringing the first heavy lash slicing down:

"We will see right now, for hell’s sake... which of us is going to beg the other tonight, Jake!"