Chapter 390/Where the Hell is Julie?!
Chapter 390
Julie’s POV
Jake drew back with lightning speed due to the sudden shock and the agonizing pain, clamping his massive hand around the base of his thick **dick** while his masculine features twisted in burning malice and a raging madness the likes of which I had never witnessed before.
He entirely released the strands of my hair, unleashing a roaring curse that violently shook the very foundations of the room as he stared down at the saliva mingling with the clear imprint of my teeth against the skin of his hot manhood.
I intelligently capitalized on those fleeting seconds of his sudden paralysis; moving with a ragged agility, I scrambled across the wide bed toward the opposite side, tightly wrapping the dark mattress covers around my bare body to secure myself against the absolute slaughter that was undoubtedly bound to follow. I stood firmly on my feet atop the ice-cold wooden floor, my breath rising and falling in a striking, blatant defiance as I anchored my green eyes into his blue ones, which had transformed into a raging furnace of venomous sparks.
"I already warned you, Jake... do not dare think for a single fraction of a second that you will ever break my iron will or force me to submit to your filthy laws against my choice, for heaven’s sake!" I whispered in a low, venomous hiss that dripped with raw cruelty, thoroughly enjoying the sight of this towering giant writhing in agonizing frustration because of me.
He ground his teeth with a violent force that threatened to shatter his rigid jaw, standing up to his full, towering height and terrifyingly massive proportions atop the mattress. He stood completely naked, the angry red welts cut across his back and chest reflecting his tyrannical ferocity in the heavy dimness. He unhurriedly wiped his thick fingers over the head of his stubbornly erect **dick** which remained violently unyielding despite the harsh bite before shooting a look at me that dripped with lethal, predatory ownership.
He rasped in a choked, breathless baritone that carried the undeniable omen of a ruthless hell:
"Damn you... damn you and your cursed defiance, you savage little rebel! I swear to you, this bite will explicitly mark the absolute end of your rebellion tonight... I will make you beg and weep out loud for a single shred of mercy, but I flatly never will grant it."
He didn’t wait; driving his massive upper body forward, he lunged off the bed with wide, heavy strides like a wounded lion hunting down its prey. He systematically sabotaged my defense as his iron hands shot out, violently ripping the covers away from my bare body with a force that explicitly demanded to reignite the war between us in far more savage and cruel ways.
I rapidly took a sharp step back, but his massive hand was far quicker; he locked his iron grip around my wrist with a crushing power, twisting my arm behind my back once more and pulling my naked frame forward until it crashed violently against the rock-solid expanse of his chest. His hot, scorching breaths fanned my earlobe as he whispered in a deep, venomous hiss that dripped with pure vengeance:
"Where the hell do you think you are going, Julie? The night is still in its very beginning, and the little bitch’s punishment is going to be exceptionally long."
Before I could even utter a single word to curse his overinflated ego, he hurled my body down against the mattress with overwhelming force, hovering over me with his entire massive bulk to completely freeze my movements. He driven his long legs directly between my thighs to forcefully pry my legs wide open to their absolute limit beneath him, while clamping his free hand tightly around my jaw pressing hard into my cheeks to force my green eyes to directly witness his striking madness.
"Look at me very closely... watch exactly how I am going to grind this stubborn defiance out of your soul, inch by inch." He ground his teeth in burning spite, and without a single shred of warning or foreplay, he surged his pelvis forward in a straight, savage, and violently forceful thrust, driving the entire thickness and massive width of his pulsing, heavily veined **dick** all the way into the narrow depth of my inner channel in a single, catastrophic impact.
"Ah...!"
The shattered, breathless scream tore from between my lips, and my entire frame violently convulsed from a mixture of sharp pain and a dark lust that threatened to obliterate the last remnants of my sanity; the entry was terrifyingly violent, clearly conveying his burning rage and his desperate desire to conquer me through pure force.
He didn’t grant me a single second to recover my completely wrecked breath; instead, he accelerated the pace of his pelvis, crashing against me with a savage, hysterical ferocity that knew no mercy. He delivered rapid, deep strokes that echoed loudly through the isolated room, grinding against my pubic bone with his fierce manhood as it firmly established its residency deep inside my **pussy** despite my rebellion and my cursed cruelty.
He bent his head down, sinking his teeth into the skin of my neck with a calculated bite that sent a boiling rush of shivers straight through my core, while his fingers tangled fiercely into my hair one moment and tightly clamped around my hip the next to pull my pelvis upward with absolute finality. He whispered right against my ear: "You are driving me completely insane, Julie... to the point that I am genuinely beginning to fear this."
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Stella’s POV
I closed the front door of the house behind me with a swift, frantic motion, rushing toward my room with hurried strides as if a haunting ghost were tracking my every step. I carelessly hurled my handbag onto the floor, pulling my laptop toward me and flipping the lid open.
My fingers trembled with an intense, suffocating rush of anxiety as I slammed the power button. The bright white screen of the Google search engine flickered to life, and I began to type the words with a ragged, breathless speed, my mind completely scattered: **"Stewart Michael Collins area New York"**.
I pressed my finger down hard over the search icon with a burning, anxious anticipation; for a few agonizing seconds, the loading cursor spun slowly, threatening to cut my breath short, before the hyperlinks finally opened in a sudden cascade, laying the data and information bare before my exhausted eyes: **"Stewart Michael, Owner of Real Estate Agency..."**. The office address was written in a bold, prominent font, right next to the corresponding telephone and fax numbers.
My eyes began to leap frantically between the lines with a sudden madness, searching for dark words like "death," "funeral," or any archived report indicating his passing; yet, the screen displayed absolutely nothing of the sort. The business page was fully active, and the man was currently practicing his trade and living his life... he was explicitly alive, for heaven’s sake!
I leaned my back heavily against the chair, my palm slapping over my mouth in a sudden, burning shock that systematically paralyzed my limbs. I forced out in a choked, suffocating whisper: **"Oh my God... Julie and Steve genuinely lied to us, for heaven’s sake!"**
An intense, pounding headache struck my skull as questions began to violently storm through my mind without mercy: Why on earth would they fabricate a lie of such a hideous, grotesque magnitude? What the hell were they hiding from us in the deepest abysses of this thick mystery? I shifted my jaw with unyielding determination, grinding my teeth with absolute finality; I had to dig behind this dark secret, no matter what it cost me.
I pulled my phone from my pocket in an automated motion, carefully and precisely copying down Stewart Michael’s phone number digit by digit, before slamming the call button. I raised the device to my ear, listening to the long, drawn-out ringtones that echoed in a pattern that systematically grated on my nerves... the first, the second, and the third, until the sound abruptly cut short with the press of a button. From the other end of the line came a masculine baritone guarded, dry, and sharp:
**"Hello... who is this?"**
I swallowed dryly with immense difficulty, fighting with everything I had to conceal the hysterical tremor in my voice while desperately analyzing his tone for any hidden clue. I spoke with a hollow, fake composure:
**"Hello... am I speaking with Mr. Stewart Michael?"**
His voice traveled through the receiver with a sharp tone that dripped with an absolute lack of patience:
**"Yes, I am indeed he... what do you want?"**
I had to slice through the doubt with absolute certainty, confirming his true identity without leaving a single inch for retreat. I took a deep, stabilizing breath, tightening my iron grip around my phone as I prepared to throw my final card. I spoke in a clear, deliberate tone aimed directly at his mind:
**"Are you the father of Julie Michael?"**
The absolute second that cursed name left my lips, every single shred of composure instantly evaporated from the call; a loud, roaring baritone exploded from the depths of the receiver, a terrifyingly crazed shout that threatened to pierce my eardrum:
**"Where the hell is Julie?! Tell me right now, where is she?!"**