My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 353

Jake’s point of view

She curled her lips in a strange, calm movement, looking down at her slender palms, which were stained with my sweat and the marks of my lashing. She spoke in a lowered tone, as if addressing her own soul:

"In reality... I never knew I harbored this savage nature inside me before tonight. But I confirmed today, and today only, that I carry a dark side in the deepest depths of my soul... and it simply required a spark to materialize."

I let out a mocking, heavily sarcastic exhale despite my own defeat. "You mean, to be entirely accurate and precise, that you are a psychopathic mental case who requires immediate treatment in an asylum?"

She nodded her head with absolute, dead coldness and total detachment. "In a way... perhaps I truly am. But I am thoroughly enjoying this side."

I shifted my exhausted limbs, the fatigue actively gnawing at my bones, and pointed with trembling fingers toward the red lines and swollen, deep crimson bruises her belt had violently left along my chest and belly.

I stated bitterly:

"Do you see what the hell you just did to my body and skin?! You were on the verge of literally splitting my flesh open!"

She glanced at the marks and the faint traces of blood with a casual, freezing look, completely devoid of any feminine regret, and stated simply: "Do not worry... you are a strong man. These scratches will heal and vanish with time and painkillers."

I wiped my sweating forehead with the back of my freed hand, stating in pure, crushing exhaustion: "I severely require a strong painkiller to actually tolerate this."

She twisted her mouth in a subtle, mocking smirk. "I assume a man of your sheer mass and the strength you bragged about can tolerate a little pain from a belt with absolute ease."

In that exact second, and with her highly provocative words, the primal instinct of dominance and rebellion ignited inside me in a sudden, violent surge. My hands extended with a massive, lightning speed. I gripped her slender wrists with absolute force and violently shoved her backward with a challenging heave until she lay completely flat on her back against the rough wooden floor.

I positioned my entire mass, my heavy weight, and my naked body directly over her frame, pinning her wrists firmly to the ground with a crushing pressure to completely paralyze her movements.

I ground my teeth in pure malice, delivering in a low, sharp voice that overflowed with a revolting masculine defiance:

"You are currently lying completely at my mercy, Julie... Show me what you can actually execute with your madness now that I am free."

Not a single eyelash of hers blinked, and absolutely no trace of fear manifested within her green eyes. Instead, she stared straight into my eyes, her gaze wide with a blatant, roaring defiance as she delivered with a stability that drove me entirely insane:

"You show me... what can you actually execute after all that screaming?"

I lowered my head with an agonizing slowness toward her exposed white neck, inhaling the scent of her skin with a sharp, provocative depth. I trailed my lips in light, scorching caresses along the length of her throat a hot threat that whispered of both raw desire and absolute vengeance.

I delivered in a low hiss that fanned her ear:

"What I am about to execute to you and your body now that you have overstepped... I swear to you that you won’t be able to tolerate it in any way, shape, or form. I will make you weep, begging for mercy."

Her breath hitched violently, her soft chest heaving as she delivered in a panting, rebellious, and mocking voice:

"Test me then... I want to see what you can execute to me."

In that fleeting, white-hot moment where our desire and vengeance were on the absolute brink of exploding, the heavy silence of the house was suddenly shattered by loud, violent, and rapid knocks pounding against the outer door. I froze dead in my tracks over her body, my brows knitting together in a tense, volatile rage as I snapped in a burning fury that completely ruined the moment:

"Damn it... damn it to hell! Who on earth is knocking on the door?!"

She shifted her head, trying to see and listen toward the outer hallway, delivering in a faint, fractured tone as she lightly pushed against my shoulder:

"I don’t know... perhaps it’s Stella."

Braving my severe pain and the stings of the lashing that doubled with my movement, I hauled myself off her body with immense, agonizing difficulty, the ache ruthlessly gnawing at the muscles of my back and thighs due to those cursed belt strikes that left their mark like fire. I rapidly scooped up my clothes, which were carelessly scattered across the floor, stating:

"You go see who is at the door... I am heading straight to my room."

She nodded her head with a deeply suspicious calmness, adjusting her shirt. "Fine... you go."

I exited her room with faltering, limping steps that overflowed with acute pain, heading directly toward my bedroom. I slammed the door shut with sheer violence, then threw my entire weight and massive frame onto the bed, completely naked, surrendering to the rest and my fractured breaths.

I clapped my massive palm over my forehead, a genuine shock occupying my scattered mind. I fundamentally could not comprehend what the hell had happened to me and what I had just lived through mere moments ago.

A girl significantly younger than me had bound me with belts, threatened my manhood with a knife, and lashed me with a leather belt, causing my massive body to rip apart in agony while I, the callous Jake, hadn’t exhibited a single violent reaction or delivered a single slap to return my insult and crush her! Instead, I had kissed her with absolute passion right after! What kind of pure madness and utter garbage was this?! And why, despite all this explicit torture and humiliation, did I find myself attracted in this hysterical, animalistic manner to that insane, sick, and cruel lunatic?!

I bolted upright to a half-sitting position on the mattress with a sharp, violent convulsion, my eyes blazing with a burning rage and suppressed venom as I aggressively ground my teeth:

"I will absolutely take my vengeance on her for what she executed to my body and dignity today... I will never let this matter slide quietly. I will make her deeply regret it!"