My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 160/The Pretext of Punishment

Chapter 160

Julie’s Point of View

My entire body went rigid as I looked at the debris scattered beneath my feet. A surge of tension shot through my limbs, and I was completely flustered, my words coming out stumbled: "I told you it was too heavy for me... now they’re all broken."

His voice was low and haunting as he stepped over the crystal shards, which let out a sharp crunching sound under his boots. "You broke all the statues," he said.

"It’s not my fault!" I tried to defend myself, clutching the fabric of my pink dress.

"It is your fault, Julie," he replied sternly, cornering me with a gaze that pierced through my defenses.

He moved closer until I felt the heat of his body overpowering the room’s chill. He leaned down to my eye level and hissed, sending a shiver down my spine: "Are you ready for your punishment?"

In that instant, my heart hammered with such frantic force I thought it would burst from my chest. He didn’t wait for an answer. He drew closer, pulling me toward him with a strength that pinned my body against his hard chest, then leaned in and devoured my lips in a long-awaited kiss.

I felt his kiss... the texture of his warm, dominant lips. It was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Can a person get drunk on a kiss? Because I did. Suddenly, I felt as if I were on a giant cloud, floating high in the sky, far away from this club, far from the fear and the secret walls.

Everything seemed beautiful, wonderful, and exhilarating. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to my exploding emotions, wishing from the bottom of my heart that I would never have to come down.

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Robert’s Point of View

What are these lips that make me forget my own name? They make me forget the Don, forget that my shipment is stolen they even make me forget that I could die today. She disables all my systems, my defenses, my precautions... everything becomes meaningless in her presence.

She is my only star in the middle of this pitch-black darkness.

I immersed myself in kissing her with every fiber of my being.

One hand encircled her slender waist, pulling her firmly against me, while the other rested behind her neck to keep her under my control. I drowned in her scent and her touch.

After a period I couldn’t measure, I pulled away with difficulty to catch my breath and let her find her own ragged gasps.

I quickly snatched my hand from her waist, trying to pull my icy mask and usual indifference back into place. "Now you know what the punishment will be for every mistake you make, Julie," I said, feigning unconcern.

She looked at me with dazed eyes and replied in a whisper that was barely audible, "Yes, I know... Can I go now?"

I nodded and said curtly, "Yes."

The moment she left the room and bolted the door behind her, I ran my fingers over my lips, which still held her warmth.

Damn it! I can never get enough of those lips. I started plotting in my mind, schemes like a lovesick teenager, just to kiss her without her discovering that I’m captivated by her or that I’m melting for her.

She has no idea that I was looking for a pretext anything to make her commit a mistake. That’s when the idea struck me; I intentionally filled the tray with all those crystal statues so I could ask her to carry it despite its bulk.

Even then, I didn’t fully trust the plan to work on its own. I had to do something to rattle her nerves, to make her lose her balance and inevitably drop the tray. That was the exact reason I took her into that bleak secret room to drown her in dark thoughts and make her falter in the surrounding atmosphere.

I remembered the look on her face when she said with shocking spontaneity that my "dick was bigger." I laughed softly to myself in the room, recalling her shock at her own words.

This girl, with her unintended boldness and cunning innocence... she will surely drive me to madness.

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Julie’s Point of View

I staggered out of his room, my hand leaning against the cold hallway wall for support. My knees were shaking violently, and I felt as if my entire body had turned to jelly.

I couldn’t see my path clearly; the image of his face as he kissed me, and the feel of his dominant lips, overshadowed everything around me.

I reached my room by some miracle and slammed the door shut, leaning against it while breathing heavily.

I placed my hand over my mouth, as if trying to preserve the trace of his kiss there. "My God," I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "What just happened?"

I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow to stifle my screams of confusion, fear... and the pleasure that was surging through me.

I remembered how he bought me, how he forced me into a virginity exam against my will, how he coerced me into planting drugs on that innocent young man who went to prison because of me.

I remembered how he made me believe I had escaped while he was deceiving me, how he made me a prisoner in this cursed place. Everything seemed horrific and complicated.

But in that moment, I could only think of one thing: I wanted to go back to his room. I wanted him to punish me again.

"I’m crazy!" I screamed into the pillow, tugging at my hair. "I love my jailer! I love the man who saw me as a commodity and wanted to send me to the customers’ rooms to let them fuck me! I am completely insane!"

And in the midst of all this madness, a small voice inside me whispered clearly: "But you’ve never felt as alive as you did when you kissed him."