My father sold me to the Mafia King Chapter 106 - 107/Completely Naked

Chapter 107:

Julie’s Point of View

I pushed the door slowly, and I was greeted by the heavy scent of oud that always clings to Robert’s clothes, mixed with the sll of vintage tobacco that inhabits the corners of the place.

I closed the door behind with cautious silence.

I bypassed the wide hall with its leather sofas and huge television and headed directly toward the bedroom; the most private place.

I opened the large wardrobe, and his luxurious suits and long coats appeared to , lined up like majestic shadows in the darkness.

I passed my trembling hand between the fine fabrics, ignoring the sting of pain in my shoulders, but I found nothing.

I moved to the small table next to the wide bed, opening its drawers with eagerness mixed with fear, but they were empty except for so simple personal items.

I bit my lower lip anxiously and whispered to myself:

"Damn... where could I find it? A man like him must have an ergency phone hidden sowhere."

I dragged my exhausted body toward a luxurious black desk in the corner of the room.

I pulled the first drawer... nothing but stationery.

I pulled the second drawer slowly, and here the edge of a black tallic object glead under a pile of files.

My eyes widened with a spark of hope, and I muttered with suppressed joy:

"Oh... finally found you."

I reached out my hand eagerly, but as soon as my fingers touched the coldness of the tal and I pulled it out, my breath froze.

It wasn’t a phone... it was a heavy firearm.

I took it out of its place, and instead of feeling panic or throwing it away, I found my hand settling on it with a strangely steady grip.

Its texture was cold and hard, and those fine engravings carved on its handle were teasing the palm of my hand.

I raised it slightly, contemplating its black muzzle.

I felt a mysterious shiver running down my spine; it wasn’t fear, but a strange sense of power and control, a dark feeling for which I found no words in my dictionary to describe that suspicious euphoria that possessed as I weighed that tallic death in my hands.

I walked with almost confident steps toward the huge mirror that occupied the wall of the room and stood contemplating my reflection while gripping the black weapon.

I raised it slowly and pointed its muzzle toward my image in the mirror, imagining his cold face there.

I said in a theatrical tone shrouded in hatred:

"Yes, Robert... do you have any last words to say before I kill you?"

I let out a suppressed wicked laugh, resembling the laughs of villains in the movies I used to watch, and completed in a sharp whisper:

"You didn’t expect that a girl like would be the one to end your life, did you?"

But my imagination vanished in a mont when the sound of the doorknob clicking echoed.

Blood froze in my veins, and I barely felt my feet as they led toward the large wardrobe.

I rushed inside while the weapon was still clutched in my hand, and closed the door behind very slowly.

My heart was pounding against my chest with a force that almost tore my skin; I placed my eye on the small openings in the wood of the door and watched him enter.

Robert walked with a provocative calmness toward the bed.

I saw him raising his hands and undoing his necktie with rhythmic movents, then he took off his jacket and threw it aside.

He began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, while I held my breath to the point of feeling suffocated.

When he took off his shirt, his broad body appeared clearly; the muscles of his chest and arms looked as if they were carved from stone, and on his right shoulder from the back, I spotted it... a small dragon tattoo winding mysteriously on his back.

My breath stopped completely when he placed his hands on his belt to start unbuckling it, but suddenly... he turned with a fleeting side glance toward the wardrobe, and a cold, suspicious smile ford on his lips.

I knelt on the floor of the wardrobe with frantic speed, my heart screaming in silence:

"Did he see ? My God, he saw !"

Terror was feeding on the cells of my body, and the weapon in my hand did not give any sense of security; rather, it increased the gravity of the situation.

Suddenly, with a sudden movent, the wardrobe door swung wide open.

I couldn’t raise my gaze upward from the intensity of the shock and fear; my eyes froze at the level of his waist, and the first thing I saw was his massive dick protruding clearly in front of my face, reaching the limits of his navel.

It was a visual shock I had never experienced before; I felt a violent shiver striking my limbs, and the weight of the air in my lungs beca unbearable.

The light began to fade from the edges of my vision, and the world shook around before a pitch-black darkness swallowed , and I fell into the depths of oblivion.

Robert’s Point of View

As soon as I stepped inside the room, I inhaled the air deeply; the usual sll of tobacco was not dominant; instead, there were delicate atoms of lavender perfu floating in the air.

I knew imdiately it was her... Julie. She was not skilled at hiding; the trembling of the wardrobe door and the disturbed breaths trapped behind its wood exposed her clearly.

I decided to teach her a lesson in consequences; a lesson that would make her think a thousand tis before ssing with my privacy.

I deliberately stripped off my clothes slowly, enjoying the feeling of her watching from those small openings.

And when I swung the door wide open while I was completely naked, I saw her huddling at the bottom like a bird soaked by rain, but my eyes widened when I spotted her grip; she was clutching my personal weapon.

"Is she really carrying my gun?"

I wondered to myself, but before I could utter a word, I saw her eyes rolling back, and her body went limp as she fell like a lifeless doll.

I knelt on the ground imdiately and held her face between my palms. Her skin was pale and cold as the marble of palaces, so I said in a coarse tone:

"Julie... can you hear ?"

She didn’t respond; she was just a still body breathing slowly. I carried her in my arms, feeling the softness of her body against the hardness of my bare chest.

At that mont, with our skins touching, I felt a mad desire sweeping through my veins like a hurricane, a fire that ignited in my lower abdon and made my breathing heavy.

I placed her on the bed carefully ,I looked at her, lying there on my bed, and whispered under my breath:

"How do you do this to ? How do you make lose my self-control? Instead of torturing you, it’s you who is torturing ."

I went into the bathroom imdiately. I turned on the cold water to hit my back and chest, trying to extinguish that physical revolution that almost spiraled out of control.

I ca out after a while, having regained my coldness; I put on my clothes slowly, then sat on the edge of the bed beside her, watching her features.

Her eyelids began to move with noticeable heaviness, and when her sight processed my presence and her place on my bed, she startled and sat up with a speed that made her stagger.

I fixed my gaze in her eyes and said in a calm, steady voice that carried an implicit threat:

"What were you doing in my room, Julie?"