My father sold me to the Mafia King Chapter 117 - 118/The Forbidden Touch

Chapter 118:

Olivia’s Point of View

The scene before was sinking into silence; her violent kicks on the mattress began to fade, and her limbs that were scratching my arms lost their strength until they beca re weak and trembling movents.

I felt her body relax beneath in a terrifying way, as if the soul had begun to withdraw from her pores.

At that mont, sothing revolted against my sense of victory; I pulled the pillow off her face with a sudden force as if it were an ember that burned my hand.

Julie’s head slumped to the other side imdiately, and she exploded into a sharp, chest-tearing coughing fit.

She was making choked sounds as she tried to swallow air like a drowning person surfacing at the last mont.

I saw her trembling fingers rise toward her neck; she was digging her nails into her skin and pulling her flesh right and left frantically, as if she were trying to tear open her airway from the outside to force oxygen into her thirsty lungs.

Heavy minutes passed, during which her breath rose and fell in a loud and turbulent sound. She raised her head with difficulty; her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, and she looked at with a bewildernt that paralyzed her movent:

"Are you mad?.. You were going to kill !"

I straightened my posture and brushed my hair off my face with an artificial coldness while my heart was pounding hard. I looked at her with disdain and said: "I won’t let you die now... I want you to beg to kill you, Julie."

I turned and left the room with quick steps, leaving her behind as she still struggled to regain the natural pace of her breath.

As I walked in the hallway, I felt a coldness invading my limbs, and I asked myself with indignation: "Why didn’t I kill her? Why did I lift the pillow at the mont her life was in my hands?"

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Julie’s Point of View

Olivia left, leaving the room filled with a heavy silence, while I struggled to comprehend the fact that my lungs were still working.

I thought the grave would be my resting place today; damn woman almost ended my life, and I realized at that mont that staying in this club in peace has beco a far-fetched illusion.

I sat on the edge of the bed, placed my head between my trembling palms as I tried to gather the fragnts of my thoughts.

I must face this tyranny; I cannot allow her to crush again. I rose with an exhausted body, stood before the mirror, and adjusted the scattered strands of my hair that betrayed my struggle with death, then I went out toward Robert’s office.

I knocked on the door and entered. Robert was sitting on the sofa, contrary to his habit of sitting behind the desk, surrounded by an eerie calm, and whiskey was still his companion. The floor was completely clean, as if Erik’s blood had never flowed here.

He raised his glass toward without moving and said in a lethargic tone: "What do you want?"

I answered him dryly: "Nothing."

He sipped a little from his glass then said coldly: "Then... go."

"Actually... I have a question," I said as I moved toward the fish tank, watching the small sharks swimming in a deadly harmony, then I followed up: "Why did you shoot that man nad Erik?"

He rested his back on the sofa and said: "Why are you asking? You know the answer."

"I have the curiosity to hear it from you." I turned toward him, waiting for an answer to satisfy my thirst.

He answered while fixing his gaze in my eyes: "Because he approached my personal assistant and offered for her to sleep with him despite my warning."

I mocked bitterly and stepped toward him: "I don’t understand why you warn him... why do you shoot him?"

He fell silent for seconds, then asked in a tone that carried a hidden test: "Why? Did you want to agree, Julie?"

Anger ignited in my chest from his veiled insult, but I maintained my frozen features.

I approached him and sat on the sofa beside him, leaving enough distance between us, and said: "The man who was trying to sell to his custors is today shooting a custor who wants ... isn’t this strange?"

He placed the glass aside and said with a coldness that made my skin crawl: "Because the situation has changed... before you were a commodity, and now you are not."

I knitted my brows and said: "Are you trying to make your ownership of official now? Because that is what I see."

He straightened in his seat and said in a decisive tone: "I already own you, Julie... I am not trying."

I bolted upright and took a rebellious step toward him: "In your dreams!"

I turned to leave, but in the blink of an eye, his hand extended to grab my wrist with a force that hobbled my movent.

He said in a low, dangerous voice: "Do not forget what I told you... it is forbidden for you to get close to any other man."

"And if I do... what will happen?" I asked him in defiance despite the trembling of my heart.

"Sothing very bad will happen."

I couldn’t control my tongue, so I said with bitter irony: "Will you cut off my fingers with pliers?"

At that mont, I saw his features change; his eyes narrowed, his jaw muscles bulged, and I realized I had said sothing very wrong.

Before I could blink, he pulled with a sudden force until I found myself sitting on his lap. I tried to resist and push against his chest, but he pinned my hands behind my back with a steel grip and trapped with his massive body until my ability to move vanished.

He approached my face until I felt his burning breath and asked in a voice full of suspicion: "What were you doing down there?"

I said nervously, trying to hide the terror inside : "I was training."

He trapped with his body on his lap, and I felt the hardness of his muscles pressing on my back.

He asked in a skeptical tone: "You were training? At a late hour like this?"

I swallowed hard and answered, my voice trembling slightly: "Yes."

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes piercing mine sharply: "And where were you when I was there? I didn’t even catch a glimpse of your silhouette."

Tension took hold of , so I felt a coldness in my limbs and said stutteringly: "I was... I was hiding."

"And why?" he asked in a calm hiss.

I tried to look away from him and said: "I was afraid... afraid that you would find there and get angry, so I hid. Now... let go!"

Not a muscle in his face moved; instead, he increased the firmness of his grip and said with terrifying coldness: "I won’t."

I began to panic and tried to free my hands from him with desperate movents, but he was like a steel wall. He continued in a tone that carried a promise of punishnt: "How shall I punish you now for spying on , Julie?"

The mory of the last punishnt ca to my mind... that kiss that shook my being. I scread with muffled terror: "Don’t do it!"

A mysterious smile appeared on his lips, and he asked mischievously: "Don’t do what, Julie?"

I focused all my strength in a final attempt to break free and succeeded in pulling one hand from his grip.

I tried to rise my body to move away from him, but he clamped his other hand on my waist to pin a second ti.

In the midst of our feverish struggle, and when he tried to regain control of my free hand, I moved it away with insane speed as if I were hiding a treasure from him, but my palm landed forcefully and pressed on sothing hard and stiff suddenly.

At that mont, a strange shift occurred in the room. I saw his features change completely; his steel grip on my waist loosened, and his eyes clouded with a look I had never seen before, mixed with shock and silent burning.

I lowered my gaze in bewildernt to see where my hand had landed... it was pressing directly on his erect cock under the fabric of his trousers.

I felt as if a thunderbolt had struck ; I withdrew my hand quickly as if I had touched a burning coal and bolted upright from his lap, my body trembling entirely.

I didn’t wait for a single word from him; I turned and ran toward the door, exiting the office panting as if I were in a race with death.

I closed the door behind and leaned my back against it, my hand still throbbing with the heat of that forbidden touch, and I whispered to myself in terror: "My God... what have I done?!"

I ran like crazy toward my room, and as soon as I entered,I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillow forcefully, as if I were trying to choke my mory.

I felt an intense heat invading my cheeks and neck, and I muttered in a choked voice: "If only you had killed , Olivia, and I hadn’t lived this mont!"

In those embarrassing monts, it seems the mind delights in self-flagellation; images began to flow before my eyes like a scandalous cinematic tape.

I rembered the scene of him yesterday standing completely naked... that massive mber the likes of which I had never seen.

I pressed my head further into the pillow as if escaping the image, but my mind continued to torture ; I rembered the feel of his lips as he kissed , and now... the feel of my hand sinking over his hardness.

I raised my face from the pillow, panting to regain my breath, but the image of his cock didn’t leave my imagination.

I struck my forehead with my palm repeatedly and said with desperate firmness: "Enough, Julie! Enough! Erase this from your mory!"

But how can it be erased when it is the first cock I have seen in my life? I never imagined it would be of this massive and scary size.

A terrifying curious question crept into my mind, and I felt a shiver run down my spine: "Do all n possess mbers of this size?"

A real horror overca as I imagined that thing trying to penetrate a woman’s vulva. The matter seed physically impossible; in fact, it seed like suicide.

My trembling hand slowly snaked toward my stomach, then descended to rest over my womb, beneath the thin fabric of my dress. I began to cautiously touch the area, asuring with a primal instinct the narrow distance of my small feminine body. A real horror overca , making my breath tighten, and I whispered to myself in utter bewildernt: "It’s impossible for that thing to enter here... impossible."

I muttered in fear and a bit of hysteria: "I will remain a virgin forever... I will never risk my life." I wished at that mont if I had a phone and internet to search for "the dangers of a massive cock"; yes, I was sure there were won who had died because of sothing like this.

While I was drowning in the vortex of my panic and late biological discoveries, the door opened suddenly. My body jumped as if I had been struck by electricity, and I turned with lightning speed toward the knocker.

My features froze when I saw him standing there, and I said in a wonder that paralyzed my movent:

"Marcus?! What are you doing here?"