My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 350

Julie’s Point of View

My pupils dilated as I absorbed the sight of his destruction, feasting my hungry eyes on that slight, involuntary tremor racked across his stony jaw. Cold sweat formed like sticky pearls of moisture, coating his broad forehead and sliding down toward his temples. The look of abject fear and sheer panic that settled into Jake’s blue eyes which had always overflowed with sickening arrogance injected a strange warmth into my veins at that exact moment.

It was a warm, venomous pleasure I never knew existed within my bowels before, as if a spotted viper had been sleeping safely in the deepest darkness of my soul, and only now, under the shadows of this defiled bed, found its way to crawl to the surface and spit its venom.

This dark spirit was not entirely foreign to me; I suddenly remembered, with striking clarity, that ancient, fatal moment when my fingers tightened with the same malice around the grip of the firearm, pointing its black muzzle directly at Robert’s head. It was the exact same hidden euphoria that makes you feel like a god holding the threads of life and death the same overwhelming sense of absolute power and possession that strips away your humanity to grant you the glory of monsters.

A ragged, burning, and torn wheeze moved from the depths of Jake’s massive chest, and his vocal cords vibrated with a tone rasped by terror, despite the sheer mass of his body and his muscles, which now looked like helpless lumps of clay beneath my freezing restraints.

”Julie, please... Julie, listen to me,” he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear. ”I am truly sorry, by heaven. I swear to you by whatever you want that I am sorry for what happened yesterday!”

I bent my torso forward even more, completely ignoring his weak pleading, which only increased my tyranny. My slender hand descended with a calculated, breathtaking slowness until it gripped tightly, coldly, and with absolute cruelty around his dick.

I aggressively ground my teeth, creating an internal grating sound, and locked my gaze onto his distorted features, which were utterly lost to shock and agony.

”Look at yourself clearly, you helpless lion,” I delivered in a low, faint whisper that dripped with a sick malice, shattering his pride. ”Look at your own weakness as you beg me now with this shameful humiliation on the floor, completely naked.”

I trailed the tips of my fingers with a burning, agonizingly slow pace over the surface of his shriveled, soft skin, which was puckering under the cold winter air filling the room.

My mocking smile widened across my lips despite the misery of the situation as I continued: ”Do you know what I feel right now, Jake? I feel a wonderful, incredibly delicious sensation watching you like this... writhing and begging with hidden tears under my mercy and my feet, after you used to brag about your manhood in front of my face.”

I slowly drew my other hand the one tightly gripping the black handle of the sharp knife and placed its gleaming silver edge directly and shockingly just a short distance below the head of his dick.

I pressed with extreme, calculated gentleness, causing his sensitive skin to visibly indent beneath the metal of the blade, which was cold as ice.

”Tell me honestly, you bastard...” I hissed like a snake, my breath fanning his naked thighs. ”Do you want us to cut it and sever it right here with one swift, lightning strike to end your suffering and my suffering with your lust?”

His pelvis convulsed with a violent, hysterical jerk, and his thighs shook in panicked, random movements, desperately trying to pull even a millimeter away from the path of the lethal blade. He screamed with a torn throat, the veins in his neck bulging violently.

”Julie! Damn you and damn me... let me go! Don’t do this, for God’s sake... let me go!”

I tilted my neck with freezing detachment, locking my eyes onto his terrified ones, stating in a flat tone: ”If you truly want to keep this filthy dick between your thighs to brag about it again, then you better learn how to beg better and with far more submission, Jake. Your repentance hasn’t convinced me yet.”

His breath hitched suffocatingly, and the gasps from his broad chest followed in a hysteria that rattled his tight abdominal muscles. He spoke with a bitter lump of terror that nearly choked him: ”Please, Julie... leave me alone. I regret it... Julie, please!”

I lowered the blade with an agonizingly slow, soul-crushing movement, sliding the sharp, pointed edge along his member until it rested exactly at the base where it met his body. I winked at him maliciously, murmuring: ”Mmm... I just remembered something. It actually is much better to cut it completely from the roots so that no trace of it remains, isn’t it?”

He yelled in pure terror, the veins in his neck on the verge of exploding from the sheer malice, disgust, and raw fear paralyzing his mind: ”Julie, please... stop this cursed psychopathic madness!!”

I increased the pressure with a steady hand, applying a slight force that made the sharp blade sink visibly into his skin without making an actual cut yet. I let out a mocking sigh, completely indifferent to his agony. ”What a sad loss... it seems you are going to lose your dick tonight, Jake, because of your insolence.”

He screamed with the entire power of his lungs, calling out my name in a horrific terror that shook the four walls of the room, creating a echoing boom: ”Julie!!”

Suddenly, and in a flash that completely altered the atmosphere, a loud, wild, and ringing laugh erupted from between my lips, filling the space with unmerciful mockery. I pulled the knife away with swift agility, tossing it carelessly onto the nearby wooden table where it landed with a sharp metallic clang.

”Fine...” I stated in a teasing scoff. ”You get to keep your cursed dick for the time being, despite everything.”

His features completely froze as if his mind couldn’t fully process his survival yet. He stared up at me with wide eyes overflowing with breathless shock and deep suspicion, uttering in a faltering voice that barely left his blue lips: ”Are... are you seriously genuine, by heaven?! Or are you just playing mind games with me?”

I nodded my head with freezing coldness and a lethal tranquility. ”Yes, I am serious. I will not cut off your member of whoredom today.”

I released his dick with a violent shove from between my fingers and stood up to my full height right over his head. Looking down from above at his naked body stretched out in humiliation and defeat beneath my bare feet, I delivered firmly: ”But... do not rejoice too much in your safety. There is still one last thing left, and only then will I leave you alone.”