Chapter 160
Julie’s Point of View
My entire body went rigid as I looked at the debris scattered beneath my feet. A surge of tension shot through my limbs, and I was completely flustered, my words coming out stumbled: "I told you it was too heavy for ... now they’re all broken."
His voice was low and haunting as he stepped over the crystal shards, which let out a sharp crunching sound under his boots. "You broke all the statues," he said.
"It’s not my fault!" I tried to defend myself, clutching the fabric of my pink dress.
"It is your fault, Julie," he replied sternly, cornering with a gaze that pierced through my defenses.
He moved closer until I felt the heat of his body overpowering the room’s chill. He leaned down to my eye level and hissed, sending a shiver down my spine: "Are you ready for your punishnt?"
In that instant, my heart hamred with such frantic force I thought it would burst from my chest. He didn’t wait for an answer. He drew closer, pulling toward him with a strength that pinned my body against his hard chest, then leaned in and devoured my lips in a long-awaited kiss.
I felt his kiss... the texture of his warm, dominant lips. It was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Can a person get drunk on a kiss? Because I did. Suddenly, I felt as if I were on a giant cloud, floating high in the sky, far away from this club, far from the fear and the secret walls.
Everything seed beautiful, wonderful, and exhilarating. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to my exploding emotions, wishing from the bottom of my heart that I would never have to co down.
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Robert’s Point of View
What are these lips that make forget my own na? They make forget the Don, forget that my shipnt is stolen they even make forget that I could die today. She disables all my systems, my defenses, my precautions... everything becos aningless in her presence.
She is my only star in the middle of this pitch-black darkness.
I imrsed myself in kissing her with every fiber of my being.
One hand encircled her slender waist, pulling her firmly against , while the other rested behind her neck to keep her under my control. I drowned in her scent and her touch.
After a period I couldn’t asure, I pulled away with difficulty to catch my breath and let her find her own ragged gasps.
I quickly snatched my hand from her waist, trying to pull my icy mask and usual indifference back into place. "Now you know what the punishnt will be for every mistake you make, Julie," I said, feigning unconcern.
She looked at with dazed eyes and replied in a whisper that was barely audible, "Yes, I know... Can I go now?"
I nodded and said curtly, "Yes."
The mont she left the room and bolted the door behind her, I ran my fingers over my lips, which still held her warmth.
Damn it! I can never get enough of those lips. I started plotting in my mind, sches like a lovesick teenager, just to kiss her without her discovering that I’m captivated by her or that I’m lting for her.
She has no idea that I was looking for a pretext anything to make her commit a mistake. That’s when the idea struck ; I intentionally filled the tray with all those crystal statues so I could ask her to carry it despite its bulk.
Even then, I didn’t fully trust the plan to work on its own. I had to do sothing to rattle her nerves, to make her lose her balance and inevitably drop the tray. That was the exact reason I took her into that bleak secret room to drown her in dark thoughts and make her falter in the surrounding atmosphere.
I rembered the look on her face when she said with shocking spontaneity that my "dick was bigger." I laughed softly to myself in the room, recalling her shock at her own words.
This girl, with her unintended boldness and cunning innocence... she will surely drive to madness.
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Julie’s Point of View
I staggered out of his room, my hand leaning against the cold hallway wall for support. My knees were shaking violently, and I felt as if my entire body had turned to jelly.
I couldn’t see my path clearly; the image of his face as he kissed , and the feel of his dominant lips, overshadowed everything around .
I reached my room by so miracle and slamd the door shut, leaning against it while breathing heavily.
I placed my hand over my mouth, as if trying to preserve the trace of his kiss there. "My God," I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "What just happened?"
I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow to stifle my screams of confusion, fear... and the pleasure that was surging through .
I rembered how he bought , how he forced into a virginity exam against my will, how he coerced into planting drugs on that innocent young man who went to prison because of .
I rembered how he made believe I had escaped while he was deceiving , how he made a prisoner in this cursed place. Everything seed horrific and complicated.
But in that mont, I could only think of one thing: I wanted to go back to his room. I wanted him to punish again.
"I’m crazy!" I scread into the pillow, tugging at my hair. "I love my jailer! I love the man who saw as a commodity and wanted to send to the custors’ rooms to let them fuck ! I am completely insane!"
And in the midst of all this madness, a small voice inside whispered clearly: "But you’ve never felt as alive as you did when you kissed him."
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