My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: 394/I imagine that you are my wife

Chapter 394

Julie’s point of view

My pupils dilated in sheer surprise. I was utterly stunned to see such desperation in his eyes; he had never once dared to ask for something like this before. Out of the sheer shock that paralyzed my tongue, I found myself nodding in silent, unconscious consent.

His rough fingers extended with excruciating slowness, weaving with exquisite softness through the strands of my brown hair cascading over my shoulder. He let his eyelids heavy-drop, whispering in a dazed tone: "For years, I’ve wished to caress your hair like this... Every single day, I would close my eyes and imagine myself doing this with raw passion."

A warm smile played on his lips. Looking into my eyes with hope, he continued: "I imagine that you are my wife, that we live in one house together... and maybe we have a little girl who looks just like you, or a son... or two."

My body locked in a quiet panic. I was profoundly shocked by the sheer scale of his delusions and the complete life he had woven with me in his mind, despite the fact that I had never once given him a single signal, hint, or encouraging move. How had he allowed his mind to sail so boldly? I stammered, attempting to put a stop to it:

"Mike... I..."

He cut me off with overwhelming eagerness, his fingers slowly sliding down to lightly trace the skin of my cheek with a breathless touch: "I’ve pictured you sleeping peacefully like an angel, while I quietly move around the kitchen preparing your breakfast with love."

His fingers came to a halt on my chin. Staring at me with bitter regret, he rasped in pain: "The biggest, most cursed problem... is that I never once imagined that you could ever be in the hands of another man. Especially Jake."

I decisively pulled my face away from his palm, my breath coming in quick succession:

"Mike... I am not with Jake in any way. I told you this."

He sighed heavily, staring down at his empty hand in defeat:

"But you are simply not with me either, for fuck’s sake."

Desperately trying to steer the suffocating conversation elsewhere, I quickly pushed myself up, saying with feigned nervousness:

"You left the front door wide open because we were so worked up... I’ll go close it quickly."

I hadn’t even taken a single step before his massive hand clamped firmly around my wrist, pinning me in place with overwhelming force and completely preventing me from rising. He anchored his blazing eyes into mine, whispering breathlessly:

"Stay here by my side, please, Julie... don’t go."

I blew out a sharp, frustrated breath. Glancing down at his grip, I rasped with a sharp edge:

"What exactly do you want from me right now, Mike?!"

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