My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 385

Julie’s POV

I squeezed my eyes shut with forced intensity as I received his movements, trying with every single fiber of my being to conjure that old, familiar sensation that sweeping, destructive tremor that used to invade me with its delicious scars whenever I was with Robert.

I screamed internally at the sheer depth of how much I despised myself right now; why was I standing guard against his every gesture? Why was I searching in Jake’s features, and in the collision of our bodies, for the imprint of another man who had left nothing inside me but absolute wreckage? But I simply found nothing; absolutely nothing crossed my core except the echo of a cold, hollow vacuum.

My features twisted with raw bitterness, and a burning, suffocating wail of agony tore from between my lips:

"Ah... Jake."

His massive body went completely rigid over me in a sudden, abrupt halt. He fixed his piercing blue eyes onto mine with a sharp, heavy focus while thrusting his thick **dick** with brutal, savage force into the deepest point of my insides, whispering in a low, detached rasp:

"Do not call me Jake by that name right now."

I knitted my brows in biting mockery despite my ragged, heavy breaths, looking up into his sweat-glistening face with pure defiance:

"Shall I call you a fool instead, then?"

He lowered his head, sinking down until his burning, scorching breaths fanned directly against my earlobe, murmuring with a gravelly, breathy hiss that sent a harsh, violent shiver straight through my skin:

"Call me what you did last time... ’Daddy’."

The very moment that word struck my ears, I felt as if an electric current violently traveled through my bones. My entire frame convulsed in a blinding, petrifying dread, and the dark, haunting memories of Robert rushed back like scalping whips, tearing through my mind in a split second. An overwhelming, frantic urge to escape entirely consumed me. I began to desperately push against his broad chest with my trembling palms, shouting in a tense, erratic tone:

"Let me go! Get away from me right now!"

His pupils dilated in absolute bewilderment, and he instantly pressed his heavy bulk down over me to completely paralyze my movements, asking in transparent confusion:

"What the hell happened?"

I shoved him with every ounce of bitter spite I could muster, breathing out sharply against him:

"I told you to let me go!"

He drew back deliberately, sliding his heavy body off me with an agonizing slowness while closely inspecting my cheeks, which were flushed red with burning rage. He spoke in a low, quiet tone:

"Did that word truly bother and upset you to this extent?"

I moved rapidly, scrambling completely out of the bathroom to gather the scattered remnants of my sanity. I kept him away from my personal space with a sharp, decisive hand, my voice dripping with absolute sternness:

"Do not ever dare to say that word in front of my face again!"

Jake narrowed his eyes in suspicious distrust, slowly crossing his massive arms over his bare chest as if he were reading the frantic, rigid lines of my tense face. Then, he delivered a low, provoking murmur:

"Does it have to do with another man in your life?"

My eyes flashed with pure fury, and I snapped with a sharp, biting tone to cut his rising curiosity short:

"That is absolutely none of your business... stay out of it!"

Before my body could even take a single step away, his massive hand shot out and securely locked around my wrist with an iron grip. He spoke in a quiet voice that carried a sudden, heavy charge of genuine apology:

"Come back here, Julie... where do you think you are going?"

I turned my neck with stubborn defiance, grinding my teeth in pure frustration:

"I want to go home right now, for heaven’s sake."

He slowly relaxed his rough grip over my arm, looking directly into my blazing eyes as he said calmly:

"I am sorry, Julie... I truly did not mean to."

I violently yanked my hand free from between his fingers, snapping in open defiance:

"Are you going to take me home now or not?"

His gaze traveled slowly and explicitly down the length of my bare body with a provocative, heavy arrogance, a faint, mocking smile carving into his lips as he rasped:

"You already know that you are still completely naked, sweetheart... how exactly do you plan on walking out?"

I glared at him with a look that dripped with burning resentment, snapping sharply:

"Yes, Jake... I am certainly not an idiot. I will wear absolutely anything I can lay my hands on!"

He exhaled a long, heavy sigh, looking around the empty, bare space which was entirely devoid of any extra furniture, before 그는 muttered coldly:

"There is not a single piece of clothing here in this cabin. I will explicitly have to order something suitable tomorrow and have someone bring it to us."

I narrowed my eyes in absolute loathing, my breath hitching in my chest:

"Is this another filthy, cheap excuse to keep me trapped here with you?"

He shifted his jaw with rigid hardness, denying it in a flat, dry tone:

"No... damn your thoughts, it is not like that."

I curled my lips in absolute disgust, shouting in open condemnation:

"Does this mean I am going to be locked inside these walls with you all night against my will?"

He let out a low, arrogant laugh that echoed through the quiet space, locking his burning gaze onto mine as he delivered a blatant provocation:

"Yes."

I exhaled in pure helplessness, taking a sharp step forward as I growled:

"Then show me the room quickly so I can rest by myself right now!"

Jake walked ahead of me with heavy, sweeping strides, his massive, naked physique casting dominant shadows across the hallway due to the faint light slicing through the rising steam. He unhurriedly pushed the bedroom door open and walked in ahead of me. I immediately turned to him, a deep knot tightening between my brows:

"Where the hell do you think you are going?"