My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 386

Julie’s point of view

He headed toward the massive bed with absolute, cold composure, stating flatly:

"I am going to rest as well, right beside you."

I shouted in bitter disapproval:

"Are there no other rooms in this cursed place?"

He twisted his lip with blatant arrogance, rasping:

"Unfortunately... there is only this one."

I gestured sharply toward the door with an angry wave of my hand:

"Then go sleep on the couch out in the living room!"

He shrugged his broad shoulders with a mocking smirk, stating playfully:

"I am far too tall... that pathetic little couch will certainly not fit me, Julie."

I narrowed my eyes to slits, snapping angrily:

"I already know you are lying with absolute arrogance just to spite me!"

Suddenly, and without a single shred of warning, he lunged forward with his towering frame, lifting my naked body with a sudden, effortless lightness between his iron arms despite my loud protests. He marched directly toward the bed and brought my body down with overwhelming force against the mattress. I ground my teeth in pure malice, shouting with deep hatred:

"Jake!"

He leaned directly over me, pinning me completely beneath the full length of his body, his hot breaths fanning my face frantically as he whispered arrogantly:

"I am incredibly romantic tonight... I know."

I spat the words from my mouth with pure loathing for his inflated ego:

"Incredibly... incredibly!"

He anchored his arms securely on either side of my head, his pupils narrowing into a burning gaze that felt like it was cutting right through me in the dim light. He murmured with a low, venomous hiss right against my lips:

"Shall we finish what we were doing inside the bathroom?"

I fixed my green eyes into his face with a fierce, lethal challenge, the remnants of my panic instantly melting away to make room for a cold, ruthless cruelty. I curled my lips with blatant arrogance, whispering in a low, venomous hiss:

"I can explicitly fetch a leather belt and begin whipping your back with absolute cruelty just like last time, Jake... I swear to you, I would thoroughly enjoy it!"

His features hardened for a split second, his pupils narrowing with a sudden, chaotic flash.

His gaze traveled downward, closely inspecting the dark bruises and the angry welts that were still clearly engraved across his damp skin from the previous, heavy lashes of the leather whip. He ground his teeth in burning spite, his breath turning ragged as he rasped:

"Damn you... damn you, you little savage! How could you inflict that entire hell on me without a single shred of mercy?!"

My palm shot out with lightning speed, landing a heavy, striking blow directly against his bare chest to halt his advance, as a deep cry of frustration tore from me:

"Get away from me, damn you!"

He ground his teeth in heavy spite, remaining completely frozen in place as he trapped me beneath his fierce gaze, stating in a deep, gravelly baritone:

"Look at me closely... it is going to be an exceptionally long night, Julie. We certainly cannot stay like this the entire time without doing anything worth mentioning."

I smiled with deep malice and pure triumph at the sight of my marks across his body:

"I enjoyed it in a burning, intoxicating way hearing your screams and your choked begging right beneath my hands!"

He anchored his blue eyes into mine with a fierce, burning spark, his fingers suddenly clamping around my jaw with violent force to lock me into his chaotic gaze. He rasped in a choked, breathless tone:

"Are you... are you truly a little sadist, for heaven’s sake?"

I twisted my lips with a challenge that aimed directly at his masculinity:

"Perhaps."

The remnants of anger entirely vanished from his face, replaced by a dark, playful glint. He lowered his massive torso down over me, pinning me completely beneath his shadow as he murmured with a hiss that dripped with overwhelming passion:

"I will allow you to do whatever you want with me tonight."

I shifted my face to the side with fake boredom, stating in a choked tone:

"I am not in the mood for this right now."

He twisted his lip arrogantly, his hot breath fanning my cheek once more as he murmured with a low hiss:

"Come on... come on, confess honestly. You desperately want to experience that delicious punishment again, for heaven’s sake."

I ground my teeth in deep malice, whispering with biting mockery:

"And are you a psychiatrist now, telling me what I want, Jake?"

He let out a burning, mocking laugh, his pupils narrowing with sudden madness. He leaned his face down closer to mine, whispering with a hiss that dripped with absolute challenge:

"I am a genius... have you forgotten so easily who I am?"

I couldn’t control myself; a loud, rebellious laugh tore from my throat, echoing loudly through the room. My eyes locked with his in a striking, lethal challenge to his composure, as I whispered in a low hiss:

"Fine... I truly want to do something entirely insane to you tonight."

His eyes gleamed with a fierce, dominant fire, and he murmured with sharp passion:

"This is exactly the little sadist I want."

I curled my lips arrogantly, fixing my gaze deep into his eyes as I asked with biting mockery:

"And are you truly my submissive, Jake?"

His jaw shifted with violent force, grinding his teeth in bitter spite mixed with a towering pride. Then, he rasped in a dazed, breathless murmur:

"I am absolutely not, for hell’s sake... but I am simply choosing to allow it... an absolute exception for you, and you alone."

I smiled with blatant arrogance, the intoxication of victory flooding my veins as I watched the towering pride of this massive man crumble right beneath my feet by his own free will. I slowly pushed his rough hand away from my jaw, moving with slick, highly calculated motions to entirely climb over his broad frame.

I straddled his firm pelvis, thoroughly enjoying the way his abdominal muscles locked tightly beneath my sudden weight. I looked down, watching his blue eyes blaze with a blind desire and a twisted passion, waiting entirely for my command.

"So... you are truly ready to share my madness," I whispered with a low hiss near his face. My palm slid slowly down the length of his thick neck, and I dug my fingernails hard into the raised red welts and the lingering marks left by my previous strikes across his chest, drawing a muffled hiss that mingled with his hot breaths.