My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: 388/The Game is Officially Over

Chapter 388

Julie’s POV

I raised my arm, hoisting the leather belt high into the air with every ounce of strength I possessed, before bringing it slicing down in a sudden, catastrophic strike that shattered the silence of the room with a sharp crack, landing directly across the muscles of his broad back.

*Crack!*

His massive frame went completely rigid beneath the heavy impact of the cruel blow, a ragged, suffocating groan escaping from between his lips igniting a sweeping rush of absolute intoxication and a limitless madness deep inside me. I turned my green eyes downward, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the deep crimson welt rapidly engraving itself across his sweat-glistening skin, mingling seamlessly with the lingering marks left by my previous strikes from last time.

"Did that one truly hurt you, Jake?" I curled my lips with blatant arrogance, whispering in a low, provocative hiss as I shifted my knees higher up the outer curve of his thighs to completely anchor his movements despite his towering proportions.

Before he could even finish catching his ragged breath, he ground his teeth in burning malice, delivering a choked, gravelly baritone from deep within the pillows:

"Damn you... you little savage... strike me with everything you have! I will explicitly endure your delicious hell tonight!"

I let out a loud, rebellious laugh that echoed powerfully through the empty space at the exquisite sight of his exceptional submission for my sake. I raised the belt once more, letting my heavy strokes rain down ruthlessly and without a single shred of haste; I brought the leather down step by step, one heavy blow cracking against his solid shoulder, and another extending down to systematically grind his pride along the entire length of his spine with a sadistic cruelty that desperately craved to see my mark over his body.

Jake was convulsing beneath my hands with violent force, his iron fists tightly locking around the silk sheets with a pressure that threatened to tear the dark fabric apart from the intense mixture of pain and dark lust I was injecting into his pores. With every single lash, the tension ignited with a sudden madness as I monitored the veins throbbing fiercely across his physique, while his thick, rigidly erect dick rubbed explicitly against the mattress between his thighs in breathless movements that begged for a release through torment.

I stopped the beating abruptly, resting my warm palm directly over the site of my final strike to feel the blistering heat radiating from his skin. I leaned my torso completely forward until my ragged breaths fanned his earlobe, whispering with a biting mockery that dripped with absolute control:

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