My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 348:

Jake’s POV

Into what dark, absolute hell had I entangled myself tonight, for heaven’s sake, because of an unrestrained impulse?! My chest muscles constricted with a terrifying spasm, the harsh chill of the winter room besieging my naked, tightly bound body over the rough wooden floor.

How could I, even for a single second of stupidity, slide like a blind man behind a blind, animalistic desire and actually find this psychopathic, crazy girl attractive one who didn’t know the meaning of fucking mercy?! How had I become a prey beneath her feet with this humiliated ease?!

I swallowed my saliva with extreme difficulty, as if swallowing pieces of broken glass, my blue eyes fixed with genuine terror and a pure fear I had never known in my life upon the sharp knife blade and the hard features surrounding my neck. Its metal pressed against my skin, counting my breaths, and my voice emerged panting, rough, and stuffed with a submissive plea and a begging that shattered every masculine pride I had ever lived with:

”Julie... I beg you, by anything, put the knife aside and let’s talk calmly and rationally... Don’t act recklessly out of a moment of anger.”

She distorted her lips in a crooked, slow reflection, the lines of her face relaxing with a terrifying coldness that sent a shiver through my limbs, while her slender fingers still held the black handle of the knife with a firm, unshakeable control that could sever my head from my body in a second. She tilted her head slightly with flippancy, and said in a low hiss dripping with venom:

”Mmm... I don’t think slaughtering you and ending your life this easily and quickly would be exciting or truly sufficient to cool my fire, Jake... A quick death is a mercy you do not deserve after what you did.”

She raised her other, free hand with leisure, placing the tips of her slender, cold fingers over her smooth cheek, and began to tap them against her skin in successive, rhythmic movements that were audible in the dead silence of the room. The tapping was like a sign of mysterious, stormy, and suspicious calculation that stretched my nerves to the absolute limit.

In the midst of that terrifying wait, her pupils moved very slowly and with a sudden, harsh force to fix her hateful, hot, and contempt-filled gaze directly on my lower abdomen specifically toward my dick, which was at the mercy of the cold air and the nakedness of the humiliating leather bonds.

Suddenly, and without introduction, her limbs and entire body shook as if a violent electrical current had struck her spine.

Her features contorted with violence, and a harsh, burning, crimson flush rushed to her cheeks from the excess of disgust and sudden shock. She raised her palm with a hysterical impulse to place it over her head for a few seconds in blatant dread, as if the shock had struck the cells of her brain with power due to the influx of a new, vivid, and violent memory from last night rushing into her confused head!

She turned to me with an angry speed, her eyes radiating with malice, a menacing evil, and a blind hatred like fires that almost burned me naked in my place. Her throat opened and she shouted in a ripped, panting, and raspy voice filled with tears and fury:

”Did you make me... did you dare, you scoundrel, and make me suck your dick... you filthy animal and rogue?! Tell me!”

Damn it... damn and curse this wretched luck! She remembered the whole story and remembered everything indeed; she remembered in detail that she had sucked my dick inside her mouth last night under the influence of the blackout drunkenness!

Scarcely had the scandalous, oppressive words exited her trembling mouth from the excess of fury when I felt the edge and sharp blade of the knife dig with real violence and harshness into my weak, soft skin at the right side of my neck.

A burning, stinging, and extremely painful bite struck my nerves, making my eyes water involuntarily. My entire body constricted and I shook with a spasm and shock over the rough floor while the blade began to penetrate my skin, stripping away my safety for good.

Julie raised the knife very slowly before my terrified eyes with a sick deliberation, and I saw the tip of the gleaming silver blade tainted with a small, hot, crimson drop of blood leaking from my neck to stain the threshold of terror.

My breaths came in rapid succession from hysterical, fatal terror, and my bound limbs and shoulders behind my back moved in frantic, desperate, and failed motions to displace the suffocating weight from my shoulders. I shouted in a blatant plea with which all my dignity was lost:

”Julie... I beg you, for heaven’s sake, please loosen my bond right now! You will kill me if you continue with this madness!”

She ground her teeth in blind fury, her jaw trembling with loathing and disgust as she shouted at the top of her voice until the veins of her neck stood out prominently:

”You made me stuff and swallow your sickening, base dick inside my mouth against my will and through a rogue exploitation! What punishment and hell does your filth deserve, you rogue?!”

I attempted with immense hardship to retrieve and restore my steady, powerful voice despite the dizziness and throbbing pain in my neck and paralyzed back. I said in a panting challenge, a sudden attempt to shatter her pride with the truth:

”Look at reality... you were actually enjoying this inside your mouth, moving with lust, and asking for more and deeper yourself, entirely of your own volition!”

Her movement froze completely as if a thunderbolt had descended upon her, and she looked at me with absolute, startled, and surprised bewilderment that paralyzed her limbs. Her pupils widened with silent oppression and pain, and she shouted with a clear, tear-filled stammer and burning fury:

”Liar... you are a liar and a scoundrel! I wasn’t in my fucking mind and didn’t realize what you were doing to me... you base, deceptive whore! How dare you say this to my face with such insolence?!”

I distorted my lips with a firm, powerful, and stern tone despite my humiliating, naked position, and tracked on, exposing her reality and the depravity of the situation to shake her confidence:

”Rather, this is the bitter truth... you called me ’Daddy’ the entire time yesterday in ecstasy and pleasure...”