My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 45 - 46/Stripping The Titles

Chapter46

Robert’s Point of View

That look... her eyes, drowning in tears yet armed with defiance at the same time, formed a provocative contradiction in its finest form.

How dared she call me by my bare name? "Robert"... she uttered it as if I were not that man whom everyone trembles at the mere mention of his name, as if I were not the master of this place and her owner.

I felt an overwhelming urge to crush her in the most hideous ways, to break that stubbornness peeking out of her eyes, but I turned and left the room without saying another word; staying there meant losing my total control.

I headed with angry strides to Sarah’s room. I opened the door with slight violence; she was still there, sitting on the bed in her red dress that screamed sexiness, but her face bore expressions of amazement and fear.

Never had Sarah, nor any girl here, seen another girl possessing a private key granted by me, and more importantly, no one had ever witnessed a girl calling me an "idiot" to my face and remaining alive.

A terrible sense of defeat washed over me, and Carlos’s words echoed in my mind like a thunderbolt:

"You lost to her, Robert."

I slammed the door shut behind me and moved toward Sarah with heavy, steady steps.

She was visibly trembling for no apparent reason, and compared to Julie’s legendary steadfastness when I stormed her room, Sarah’s trembling seemed faint, routine, and boring.

I took off my jacket and tossed it aside, leaning over her body with a pressure I couldn’t suppress.

Sarah lay back in total submission, a submission I was familiar with and accustomed to from all women, but tonight it did not satisfy my ego.

I placed a harsh kiss on her tense neck, then moved my lips upward until they met her full lips, and began devouring them with strength and violence, trying to drive Julie’s specter out of my imagination, and trying to prove that I was still the "Master" here.

Sarah’s arms wrapped around my neck, responding to my wild desire, and while I was immersed in touching her, the image of Julie shouting in my face "Stop" haunted me behind my eyelids.

While Sarah was lost in her usual response, performing movements she had memorized by heart to please me, I was in another world.

Her fingertips moved lightly to free me of my shirt and belt, and my body heat was rising not only because of desire, but because of the boiling that "curse" had left in her room next door.

I stripped her of her red dress and began fondling her body with cold professionalism, pressing on her pleasure points that I knew well until her moans began to rise and fill the room, as if she were trying to beg for my full attention.

But, for the first time, I felt as if I were performing a theatrical play.

She spoke in her trembling voice, pleading:

"Please, enter it inside my vagina now, I can’t take it anymore."

Sarah’s pleas were fuel for my wounded arrogance. In this room, I am the God, the commander, and the prohibitor.

The word "Please" that Julie uttered with brokenness there, Sarah was uttering here with lust and total submission. This is the place where heads bow, and this is the body that knows no rebellion.

I enjoyed her humiliation for moments, lingering in fondling her with a deadly coldness to make her crave my rescue, and when her body’s boiling reached its peak, I thrust my penis inside her wet vagina with all my vigor.

Her scream that pierced the silence of the room was the music I needed to forget the sound of my pride shattering in the hallway.

"Oh yes... this is what I want!"

She shouted as she dug her nails into my back, while I was thrusting inside her with a savage rhythm, trying to grind into her body every image of Julie, and every insulting word she had directed at me.

I was having sex with Sarah, but I was actually settling my score with the one lurking behind the locked doors.

Sarah’s words mixed with moans were the antidote I needed to repair my scratched pride.

"You are mine, Sarah,"

I said as I buried my gaze in her wandering eyes, as if I were confirming this fact to myself before confirming it to her.

She replied while licking her finger, in a scene that combined the peak of pleasure and the pain of submission:

"Yes... I am all yours, Mr. Robert... do with me as you wish."

This total confession of slavery was what I lacked in my confrontation with Julie. Sarah gives me absolute sovereignty; she grants me the keys to her body and soul without condition or restriction.

I pulled my penis out of her for a moment, leaving her panting and struggling to regain her ragged breath that rose and fell in sheer chaos.

I began kissing her again, harsh kisses that stripped her of her remaining steadfastness, then I whispered with a hiss intoxicated by power:

"Do you want more?"

She answered while desperately trying to draw air into her lungs with difficulty:

"Yes, Mr. Robert... Yes!"

I flipped her over the bed violently, until her face was pressed against the sheets, and I thrust my penis into her anus in one go.

She screamed loudly, shaking the corners of the room, a scream that was a mixture of pain and shocking pleasure.

I grabbed her hair with my hand and pulled it back forcefully to lift her head, giving her room to breathe and to see the reflection of my tyranny in the mirror of her agony.

She was panting and pleading in a hoarse voice:

"Stop, Mr. Robert... Please stop!"

But her words, her pleading, and that "Please" that came out of her with sincerity, made me ecstasy more.

This pleading was the fuel my suppressed anger needed. In that room, I was practicing my absolute sadism, crushing her will under the weight of my desire, until Sarah dissolved completely and became a mere doll in my hands, uttering my name while on the verge of collapse.

I wanted to prove to myself that I am still "Robert Cross" who owns the bodies and souls of these women, and that Julie is nothing but a passing mutation that I will subject sooner or later.

I closed my eyes tightly while emptying all my anger and tension inside her.

I finished and moved away from her with an exhausted body and a mind that was still boiling.

I got up from the bed and put on my clothes coldly while Sarah was trying to regain her breath, looking at me with eyes full of infatuation and fear.

Suddenly, her weak voice pierced the silence of the room, saying:

’’The girl who came to my room today... she is trying to escape.’’

The blood froze in my veins for a moment, and I felt a spark of rage burning my chest; the idea that her rebellion had reached the point of planning to flee made me feel that I had been far more lenient than I should have been.

I said to her with biting sarcasm, trying to hide the boiling inside me:

’’In her dreams... it is impossible for this to happen in my world.’’

Sarah replied in a broken tone:

’’Yes, I told her that too, Mr. Robert, but she hates you so much... she even...’’

Sarah stopped, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. I looked at her sharply, trying to wrest the rest of the words from her eyes, and said sternly:

’’She even what?!’’

She replied in an extremely low voice, as if uttering these words aloud were a form of suicide:

’’She doesn’t call you "Mr. Robert," but by your bare name... and she expressed her resentment because I call you by your title, and she said "that word" to you...’’

Sarah didn’t even dare to repeat the word ’idiot’ that Julie had used to describe me; she settled for referring to it as ’that word.’ At that moment, the rage within me renewed like a hurricane; Julie is not content with just hating me; she is trying to strip me of my authority in front of the others.

She doesn’t see me as a Master, and she wants everyone else to see that too.

I didn’t say a single word. I walked out of the room and locked the door, heading toward my private suite to shower and start a new day.

In the morning, I headed to my office with steps heavy with firm decisions. I called Olivia to come to me immediately, and as soon as she stood before me, I said to her in a decisive tone that brooked no interpretation:

"Olivia... Today, a customer will enter to see Julie."

Olivia froze in her place, looking at me with eyes widening in shock as if she didn’t believe what her ears were hearing.

A short silence prevailed before she spoke in a shaky voice:

"Mr. Robert... but her face is injured!"

I looked at her with a piercing gaze and said:

"Don’t argue with me."