My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421: 421/The Shock of the Real Identity

Chapter 421

Julie’s POV

Dead silence met my question. He didn’t move his tongue to utter a single word, just as he always did.

I tilted my head toward the void, my forehead furrowed tightly beneath the silk blindfold.

"What?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with bitter irony. "Are you never going to talk to me? Are you just going to stay silent like a corpse?"

The heavy weight of his fingers landed on my shoulders, slowly sliding the silk robe down my arms. I felt his gaze though I couldn’t see it descend toward the buttons of my cotton pajamas, unbuttoning them one by one with unnerving steady precision.

I raised my palm instantly, seizing his wrist to stop him. A violent shudder ripped through me. Damn it... this hand, this intense heat coursing through my veins feels terrifyingly familiar!

He yanked his hand back with fluid speed. But the moment I reached up with my other arm to tear the blindfold off my eyes, his massive palm clamped over both my wrists with astonishing force, pinning them together above my head.

Using his free hand, he popped the remaining buttons open and stripped the shirt off, tossing it aside. With a decisive thrust, he flipped my body face-down into the mattress, pinning both my hands tightly behind my back.

"I am not an animal for you to tie up like this, you bastard!" I screamed, rage boiling in the back of my throat.

He ignored my outburst entirely.

His palms slid down to my breasts, cupping them fully before squeezing with a mounting, ruthless intensity.

Grit my teeth, I attempted a wave of fake panic: "Do you have any idea I’m carrying serious sexually transmitted diseases?"

He kept digging his fingers into my flesh, probing harshly as if my voice never even reached his ears.

"You freak!" I yelled louder, my voice trembling. "I have AIDS!"

He didn’t flinch. The rhythm of his heavy breath scorching my back didn’t change for a fraction of a second. His hands trailed downward, stripping away my cotton shorts in a single, fluid motion. Flipping me back onto my spine with absolute control, he leaned his weight over me, capturing my neck in a deep, suffocating kiss.

Damn this kiss... my tongue choked.

A faint scent hovered near my nose a scent reminiscent of nature’s dew and damp earth. It was a strange fragrance that my brain desperately tried to decode, yet remained elusive.

The tips of his fingers traced the length of my arm, sending an electric shock straight up my spine.

Damn it... damn it! I shouldn’t be feeling this at all!

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