Chapter 411
Julie’s POV
I tried to scramble backward across the mattress to escape, but he was far too fast, his strength overwhelming mine in an instant. Heavy, unyielding hands slammed down onto my waist. He seized my wrists, yanking them violently behind my back to bind them tight. Darkness blinded me behind that damn blindfold, leaving me utterly helpless as I thrashed wildly against the silk sheets.
"You fucking bastard!" I screamed into the void, my chest heaving against the mattress. "Let me go right fucking now!"
He only pulled the restraint tighter without an ounce of mercy, the rough cloth biting deeply into the sensitive skin of my burning wrists. I was completely naked, bound, and plunged into pitch-black shadow at the mercy of this monster!
Rough fingers began dragging repulsive, possessive trails down the curve of my waist. Suddenly his open palm came down on my buttocks with a deafening crack that set my skin ablaze!
I recoiled in sheer terror, my voice trembling and broken as I tried to twist away from his touch. "Get the hell away from me, you fucking creep!"
Not a single word came from him, nor did he back off an inch. I had desperately hoped that my fierce resistance and outright rejection would disgust him enough to make him leave. Even knowing that my rebellion placed my brother Steve’s life in mortal danger, I simply couldn’t endure this degradation.
Another blow landed harder, more brutal than the first sending a searing shock of pain through me. I squeezed my eyes shut under the cloth, shrieking in pure venom:
"I’ll kill you, you piece of shit! I swear to God I’ll kill you with my own two hands!"
He drove his fingers violently into the roots of my hair, yanking my head backward with crushing force until my throat was completely exposed.
I gasped out, spitting defiance through my agony: "Is this how you fucking treat a woman?! You think you’re a real man, you fucking idiot?!"
He maintained his iron grip on my hair, tilting my head back as the distinct sound of a leather belt buckle unfastening and a zipper sliding open echoed sharply in my ears. Pure terror seized every nerve in my body. Suddenly something thick and warm pressed directly against my trembling lips!
I jerked my head away in sheer horror, but he tightened his grip on my hair with doubled aggression, forcing my jaw open. He drove his rock-hard dick straight into the back of my throat!
Revulsion and utter sickness ate away at my gut. The texture, the taste... it was a horrific, deeply disorienting sensation! He plunged violently into my mouth, driving deep into my throat until I choked, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. He held his length frozen inside my mouth, gripping my head firm as he deliberately suffocated and humiliated me.
Finally, he pulled back with agonizing slowness. I collapsed onto the silk sheets, my chest rising and falling erratically as I coughed and spat in pure disgust onto the mattress.
"You’re fucking disgusting!" I choked out, wiping my mouth against the sheet. "You’re nothing but a fucking animal!"
Before the insult could fully leave my mouth, his massive hand clamped around my neck in a punishing grip, shoving me flat across the width of the bed. Air cut off from my lungs entirely, my eyes bulging behind the dark fabric. Bound and helpless, I had no way to fight back or defend myself.
He released his grip on my neck, leaving me curled on the bed, coughing violently as I struggled to draw air back into my chest. He stepped away from the mattress, the sharp rustle of fabric signaling him stripping off the rest of his clothes.
I scrambled up frantically on the sheets, my voice tearing from my throat as I turned toward the closed door, screaming at the top of my lungs:
"Robert! Please, Robert, don’t do this, for God’s sake!" I slammed my shoulder against the headboard in desperation. "Come open the door! Get me out of here and I’ll do whatever the fuck you want! Please, Rob—"
A brutal tug on my hair cut the name short in my throat, slamming my body back down onto the mattress.
Tears burned hot against my covered eyes as I whimpered in complete ruin, my forehead pressing into the silk:
"Please don’t do this... I’m begging you, for God’s sake!"
He remained completely deaf to my pleas, utterly indifferent to every desperate word escaping my lips.
His hot palm clamped onto my bare breast, squeezing with brutal, possessive force. He pinched my nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, sending a violent jolt of pain through my chest, while his head dipped down to capture my other breast, sucking hard and greedily.
Tears spilled uncontrollably beneath the blindfold, soaking into the dark cloth. I was losing all composure; I never imagined I would be dragged into a hell this deep.
His hand slid lower, slipping down between my thighs. His fingers began rubbing over my pussy in fast, aggressive strokes!

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