My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 252:

Robert’s POV

Damn it! She looked like a creature that didn’t belong to this earth, but to the heavens. That contrast between the innocence of her face and the scandalous lingerie she wore was enough to strip me of every last shred of sanity. I strode toward her with predatory steps.

She retreated instinctively until her back hit the cold bathroom door, as if trying to escape the storm she had ignited in my chest.

I closed the distance until there was no space left between us. I lifted her chin with my thumb, forcing her to look directly into my eyes to witness the flames burning within me. ”You look like a sin...” I whispered darkly, ”one I have no intention of repenting for.”

I ran my hand agonizingly slowly over the strings wrapped around her waist, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my rough fingers. ”Fuck,” I groaned, scanning her trembling body. ”You’re so incredibly sexy... black suits you.”

She clutched my shirt with shaking fingers, as if trying to find her balance. ”Robert... you’re still injured, you should...” her voice trailed off, ragged.

I cut her off, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her delicious scent it was a drug to me. ”I told you to forget about the wound,” I hissed against her ear. ”I want you.”

I leaned in and kissed her lips with primal hunger. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck, clutching my hair and pulling me closer. I caught her tongue between my lips, sucking on it with a ravenous greed. I felt her body shudder as she melted against me.

Her muffled moans, escaping with every stroke of my tongue, drove me over the edge. The kiss was deep, loud, and fueled by a suppressed desire that had finally exploded. I tasted her as if she were my only lifeline, our tongues dancing in a provocative rhythm until our breaths were so tangled we couldn’t tell inhaled from exhaled.

My hands moved to grip her waist, pressing my body against her fragile frame with such force it was as if I wanted to merge her into me. She whimpered weakly under the weight of a kiss that left her no room to breathe.

My gaze locked onto her, my desire peaking with every ragged breath that left her chest. ”Tonight,” I growled in a husky voice, ”I’m going to fuck you differently.”

She blinked in shock, her lips red and swollen from my kiss parting slowly. ”I don’t understand... how?”

I gestured toward the bed. ”Come.”

I headed to the bed, my merciless eyes following every movement of her body encased in those black strings. ”Lie down,” I commanded.

She lay back on the plush bed while I began stripping off my jacket, tossing it aside with indifference. I followed with my tie, unbuttoning the top of my shirt while keeping my eyes fixed on her. ”Put your hands up,” I said with a cold, lustful edge.

She raised her small hands above her head, her eyes shimmering with a mix of delicious fear and confusion. ”Like this?” she whispered.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped forward and caught both her wrists in a single, iron grip. Then, I bound her hands to the marble bedposts using my sturdy silk tie.

She gasped in shock, trying to move. ”What are you doing?” she asked, her voice filled with bewilderment.

I looked down at her bound, completely submissive form under my authority. A dark smirk touched my lips, making her shudder. I leaned over her, whispering in her ear, ”I’m going to teach you how the mafia fucks... today, you’re going to learn.”

I ran my hand over her exposed thigh, feeling her muscles tense under my touch as her breathing quickened to the point where her chest collided with mine with every heartbeat.

Her gaze was a mix of awe and arousal. With her hands pinned above her head, her chest was thrust forward in a breathtaking arc. I leaned down, kissing her neck slowly and working my way to her collarbone, my hand moving freely over the body that was now entirely mine.

”Robert... this... this is strange,” she breathed, trying to move her hands.

I raised my head and looked deep into her eyes. ”What’s strange is how long I’ve waited to do this to you.”

I began kissing her exposed stomach between the black strings, feeling her abdomen contract under my hot lips. Her moans grew louder with every touch, her body writhing in the limited space allowed by her bonds, which only fueled my frenzy. ”Don’t move,” I told her. ”Just feel me.”

I slid my hand under the sheer lace, and she arched her back, letting out a stifled cry. ”I want you to remember this night well,” I growled. ”I want you to know that you belong to Robert Cross, and no one else.”

I began to tease her with a provocative slowness, watching her expression shift from bashfulness to pure ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lower lip so hard I feared she’d draw blood. ”Look at me, Julie,” I commanded. ”Open your eyes.”

She opened her glazed eyes and looked at me, the shimmer of desire in them surpassing anything I had ever seen. In that moment, the wound didn’t exist.

The world outside those bedposts didn’t exist. I leaned in to kiss her again a kiss that tasted of my total possession while her toes curled from the sheer intensity of the pleasure I was drowning her in.

I leaned closer until our faces were inches apart, our scorching breaths crowding the small space between us. ”Don’t try to escape,” I said as she struggled fruitlessly against the tie. ”Just surrender.”

She let out a long moan, closing her eyes again. ”I said open your eyes and look at me!” I snapped. ”I want you to witness everything I’m going to do to you tonight.”