My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: 431/The End of Four Years of Hell

Chapter 431

Robert’s POV

Breath pulled entirely from my chest, leaving a bitter, suffocating silence in its wake.

Her head rested warm and damp against my bare skin, her body shivering in my arms with a gut-wrenching fragility. I tightened both my massive arms around her back, pulling her in until her swaying body dissolved against my ribs.

This damned revelation shattered me... Four whole years. Four years of putting her and myself through absolute hell, four years of hunting her with mad, venomous rage, believing she ran because she was a cheap betrayer who couldn’t care less about my heart... while she was battling this dark phantom all on her own!

My hand, trembling with a slowness I had never known in myself, reached out to weave my fingers through the wet strands of hair clinging to her back. I tilted her pale, flushed face up by her chin, forcing her bleary, tear-filled eyes to lock into mine, which burned with utter shock and agony.

My voice came out dry and raspy, torn from the deepest part of my throat:

"What a complete fool you are, Julie... What a crazy, naive fool!"

Julie gasped bitterly, trying to turn her head away from my grip, but I locked my fingers around her chin with firm gentleness. I leaned down until my scorching breath hit her trembling lips.

I hissed out, every word heavy with raw frustration and devastating reproach:

"That damned phone call four years ago... I wasn’t talking to a customer, Julie! I wasn’t negotiating to sell you to any man in this cursed world!"

Her lips parted in drunken disbelief, her pupils losing focus completely as her consciousness slipped deeper into the abyss beneath the toxic fog of liquor.

Her trembling palm extended slowly, cold fingertips tracing my rock-hard cheekbone, moving over the line of my jaw and the bridge of my nose. She tilted her head slightly, whispering in a soft, unsteady, childlike slur:

"You’re so handsome, Robert... Handsome as hell."

Despite the inferno tearing through my chest, and despite the pride encasing my heart, a faint, rare smile touched my lips—a warm curve that hadn’t lit my face in four long years.

I clamped my palm over her hand as it slid across my face, my voice dropping quiet, laced with warmth and quiet authority:

"Alright, you crazy girl... Come on now, you’re sleeping next to me."

I leaned down, sliding my other arm under her knees, scooping her up into my arms with deliberate care. I carried her toward the wide bed sprawling in the middle of the room, setting her down gently onto the smooth silk sheets.

I brushed the damp strands of hair away from her face, pulling the warm blanket over her swaying body. Sliding under the covers beside her, I slowly pulled her in until her heavy head rested against my bare chest, my massive arm locking around her to keep her anchored in place.

She settled into my hold for a few seconds, but her small, trembling fingers wouldn’t stay still. They began tracing the muscles of my chest with hesitant, light touches that sent a numb surge through my veins, before sliding lower... toward the edge of the towel wrapped around my waist.

The moment her hand touched the root of my dick, a burning shock wave ripped through my entire body, every muscle locking tight.

I clamped my fingers around her wrist with solid force, pulling her hand away slowly to draw it back from that inflamed spot. Lifting my head slightly, I leaned close to her ear, my voice raspy, dripping with desire and restraint:

"Don’t do this, Julie... Don’t let me yield to these touches and accept your confession this easily."

I tightened my grip around her wrist, guiding her hand back with painful slowness while holding back my scorching breath.

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