My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 121 - 122/Burning kisses

Chapter 122:

Robert’s Point of View

I squeezed the shirt in my hand until my knuckles turned white, trying to gather the fragments of my self-control, and I shouted in a hoarse voice: "Put this on!"

She threw the shirt away recklessly and said: "I prefer to stay like this." Then she leaped onto the bed and began jumping again.

The scene was beyond my capacity to endure; the shaking of her body before my eyes, her enticing, nearly naked rounded backside, and her breasts rising and falling violently with every jump made my cock stand powerfully erect and painful under my trousers.

My breath quickened as I saw the features of her femininity moving with a provocative freedom, but I rebuked my demon; I took the shirt and climbed onto the bed behind her.

I pinned her shoulders with a force that hobbled her movement and inserted her arms into the shirt sleeves despite her weak resistance, then I threw her body onto the mattress and said sternly: "Enough... come to sleep."

I extended the cover over her, but at the moment I thought I had controlled the situation, her hand extended like a snake to clamp onto my erect cock once again.

My body jolted as if an electric shock had struck me, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away with violence and coldness, saying through gritted teeth: "Stop this!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She looked at me with eyes that were completely vacant and said in a tone lacking any modesty: "It looked very massive when I saw it... I doubt it will enter my vulva."

Then she tilted her head while examining my tensed features and asked with a poisonous curiosity: "Do you think the place will fit?"

I felt my sweat pouring coldly, and my heart drumming against my chest like a heavy beat.

I said in a voice that came out deep and raspy, trying to instill terror in her rebellious heart: "Are you sleeping now, or shall I punish you?"

She didn’t flinch; instead, her eyes gleamed with a provocative spark and she said: "I know the punishment." With a sudden movement, she clung to my shirt collar and pulled me toward her to press her lips against mine.

The dam I had built collapsed; fires exploded in my veins, and I lost control of my limbs, which rushed toward her with a predatory hunger.

I began to devour her lips frantically, and my hands delved behind her back to squeeze her waist, then I lifted her small body to pin it above me on the bed.

I buried my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent which mingled with the heat of her body, while she was writhing under me violently; passing her fingers through my hair and scratching my neck with her nails in a fit of madness, responding to every touch of my fingers that began to explore the contours of her body with an unprecedented boldness.

I returned to squeeze her lips once more, and I felt my heart drumming against my chest with a force that made me hear the roar of my blood in my ears.

Her body was trembling under my hand, and her rapid pulse was striking my skin. But suddenly, in the midst of this hurricane, a bolt of remorse struck me.

I stopped moving completely, my breath coming out panting and torn. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from me with a force that made her fall onto the mattress.

She tried to crawl toward me again to kiss me, but I extended my arm to put a dividing distance between us, my chest rising and falling violently.

I was feeling a real burning inside me, and my erect cock was hurting me intensely, but my pride was screaming in my mind: "She is not in her senses... I cannot do this."

I closed my eyes tightly, pressing my jaw until my teeth almost shattered. I wanted her with all my being, but I wanted the "Julie" who chooses me with her full will, not the victim staggering under the influence of toxins.

I rose from the bed, my body trembling from the excess of congestion, and said in a sharp, decisive tone: "Julie... come on, sleep!"

She finally complied and sank under the cover, but her mind did not quiet down; she began to sing in a low, scattered voice. She sang seven or eight songs I no longer counted well until she finally surrendered to sleep.

I remained sitting in the opposite chair, watching the sudden stillness of her face, and I whispered a muffled threat: "Who gave you the drugs? Who?" I spent the entire night contemplating her, and with the first rays of morning, I dragged my heavy body and headed to the bathroom to wash.

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Julie’s Point of View

I opened my eyelids with extreme difficulty; I felt as if weights of iron had been placed upon them. I extended my arm over the mattress, and the texture of silk sheets I wasn’t used to greeted me.

I raised my gaze to the ceiling; it was high and decorated in a strange way. "Wait... this isn’t my room. Where am I?"

I tried to get up, and the muscles of my back and legs jolted with a sharp pain, as if a massive car had run over me and left my bones shattered.

I whispered while pressing on my temples: "What happened? Why am I here?"

I lifted the cover to lower my feet, and there my breath completely froze; I was wearing a wide white men’s shirt... Robert’s shirt.

Panic began to creep like needles under my skin, and my heartbeats quickened until I felt them in my throat. "What happened? Why can’t I remember?"

I closed my eyes tightly, and a fleeting scene flashed like a thunderbolt; I was standing before Carlos and kissing him on his cheek with a playfulness that didn’t resemble me.

I jumped up despite the pain that gnawed at my body: "My God! Did I kiss Carlos? No... impossible, this is a dream, I am still asleep." I pinched my arm with all my strength, and the pain screamed in my body confirming the truth. I put my hand over my mouth feeling dizzy: "Oh no... my God."

I turned to the massive mirror; my hair was scattered like a forest, and Robert’s shirt hung off my shoulder in a way that exposed my helplessness. I glimpsed my blue dress thrown on the floor neglectedly,

and another scene flashed in my head: my hands removing the dress with a terrifying freedom. I grabbed my hair violently and pulled it up while shaking my head: "No, Julie... no, you didn’t strip before him!"

I tried to convince myself: "Yes, it’s the drink... I drank two glasses and got drunk again." But I noticed in the mirror a strange red mark on my neck.

I moved closer and touched it with trembling fingers: "Do I have an allergy to alcohol?"

At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Robert came out. He was bare-chested, wrapping a white towel around his waist.

Strands of his wet hair were sliding onto his forehead, and droplets were descending slowly over the protruding veins of his neck and settling between his tensed chest muscles.

I felt a sudden heat sweeping my cheeks, and I said in a shaky voice: "What happened?"

Robert looked at me with a coldness that terrified me, and a silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of water droplets falling from his hair to the floor. He raised an eyebrow and said in a dry tone: "You lost control of yourself."

I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, and I took a step back while the wide shirt wrapped around my trembling legs: "What do you mean?"

He ignored my question completely and headed toward his massive closet, opening it and beginning to search for his clothes with an indifference as if I weren’t there. I rushed toward him and gripped the edge of the closet: "Answer me... what exactly happened?"

He stopped moving, but he didn’t turn to me; instead, he said in a hoarse voice: "Many things... things I don’t think you possess the courage to face right now."

Then he turned suddenly, and I became trapped between his massive body and the refreshing bath scent emanating from him.

He looked at me sharply: "Are you going to leave my room, or do you want to stay and watch?"

I froze in my place and looked at him blankly, feeling my cheeks ignite when I realized he was about to undo the towel from his waist.

I recoiled backward with a speed that almost made me stumble, and bolted out of the room.

I was walking in the long hallway in his shirt, which covered the middle of my thighs, pressing my arms around my chest and trying to hide myself as much as possible.

I was praying that no one would see me in this condition.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me forcefully, throwing myself onto the edge of the bed.

I closed my eyes once more, trying to summon any memory, but I found nothing but a black void swallowing everything.