My father sold me to the Mafia King Chapter 248/Destination: The Grave

Chapter 248:

Julie’s POV

I bit my lower lip, feeling the heat of his breath fanning across my face. The pressure on my nipple sent waves of mixed pleasure and pain through my body. "I won’t," I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to resist until the last possible second.

He increased the pressure of his fingers, leaning his massive fra over , and hissed into my ear in a husky voice, "You dare defy while you’re in my hands? Say it, Julie... I want to hear it now."

I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands, which had been pushing against his chest, went limp and began to clutch the lapels of his suit. I couldn’t handle the electric tension between us anymore. "Daddy..." I whispered, barely audible.

He loosened his grip on my nipple slightly but didn’t move his hand; instead, he began to tease it with a softness that sent shivers down my spine. A dark, victorious smirk played on his lips. "I didn’t hear you clearly."

I looked up at him. His eyes were gleaming with a wild, dominant desire. "Let go... Daddy," I said, clearer this ti.

He let out a low laugh the kind of deep chuckle that made the muscles of his chest vibrate beneath my hands. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose before whispering, "Good girl."

But instead of letting go, he pulled even closer until our bodies were completely fused. He buried his face in my neck again, inhaling my scent greedily. "Tonight... I want you."

I swallowed hard, my heart hamring against my ribs. His breath was scorching the skin of my neck, sending signals of both warning and longing to every cell in my body. "Robert... you’re injured. The bullet..." I said, trying to sound composed.

He cut off, raising his head to look sharply into my eyes. His hand was still squeezing my waist with a force that kept pinned to him. "The wound won’t stop from getting what I want," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "And I want you in my bed tonight... is that clear?"

I averted my gaze, overco by embarrassnt and confusion. "You said you’d let go if I called you by the right na," I said, trying to maneuver. "And I did."

He let out a short, cynical laugh, then leaned toward my ear, his voice a hiss that sent a cold shiver through . "I let go of your nipple, little girl. I never said I’d let go of your whole body."

I shuddered at the possessiveness in his voice; he was staking his claim for the night. But my pride refused to surrender so easily. "I’m busy tonight," I blurted out, trying to slip away.

He raised his head, his eyes darkening. "With what?"

Think, Julie, think! "I’m giving Axel a bath tonight," I said nervously.

"Axel’s bath won’t take long," he replied coldly, his arm still locked around my waist.

"Actually, it takes a very long ti," I countered quickly.

"I said co tonight," he commanded in a tone that allowed no argunt. "I don’t want to hear any excuses."

An idea struck . I said with faked confidence, "I’m on my period."

He stopped moving entirely, looking at in surprise. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes." It was the perfect lie finally, sothing to keep him away. But suddenly, I felt his hand move over my jeans. In the blink of an eye, he undid the button.

"What are you doing?!" I gasped in horror.

"I’m checking," he said with terrifying calmness.

"What?!" Damn it! Was he really going to check? "Do you even realize what you’re doing?" I scread at him.

He didn’t answer. His hand was already sliding beneath my underwear. I felt an intense heat radiating from my skin. He began to rub my pussy with his fingers with an agonizingly slow, provocative rhythm. He looked deep into my eyes. "Have you started lying to , Julie?"

"No," I breathed, trying to keep it together.

Suddenly, his finger slid inside my pussy, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. "Are you lying because you don’t want , Julie?" he asked, watching my expression.

"Because of the things you said to ..." I started, my voice raspy.

But he pushed his finger deeper, cutting off. Instead of words, a series of moans escaped . "I don’t understand things like love," he growled. He began to pump his finger inside with a steady rhythm that made my strength collapse entirely. "But I know how to make you mine."

God, he knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he hadn’t said "I love you," I wanted him to fuck right then and there. He slid a second finger in with one decisive motion, making cry out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure hitting my core.

"Do you like this?" he asked, watching my body writhe in his hands.

"Yes... Daddy," I said, in total, weak submission.

"Repeat it," he said, increasing the speed of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy... I like it," I groaned, filled with desire.

Suddenly, he snatched his fingers out. I felt a killing emptiness a sudden coldness that made my entire body tremble violently. I looked at him with eyes glazed from the intensity. "Keep going..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

He looked at as I panted, my chest heaving. "That’s enough," he said with provocative coldness.

"Please..." I begged, unable to stop myself.

He gave a mysterious side-smirk. "Tonight... you’ll get what you want."

He let go, and I stood up on trembling legs that could barely support . I did up the button of my jeans with shaking fingers. I wanted him so much it made angry; he had left right in the middle, without letting climax. In that mont, I realized with bitterness that I was the one begging him. My God, what have I done to my pride?

Robert stood up and walked toward a drawer with stiff, calculated steps. He wasn’t moving with his usual fluidity; the wound was clearly causing him significant pain, but he was faking strength to maintain his image. He pulled out a black tie with blue stripes, turned to , and asked, "Will you help put this on?"

I stepped closer and took the tie. I had never tied a tie in my life, but I wanted to try my luck just to stay near him. I looked at the height difference between us. "Sit down. I can’t reach you."

He sat back on the edge of the bed, and I stepped between his thighs. I draped the tie around his neck and began to loop it randomly, trying to rember what it was supposed to look like. The result was ssy and looked terrible. I undid it and tried a different way. He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t know how?" he asked quietly.

"I do," I snapped stubbornly. "Just give a mont."

Damn it, Julie! It’s a tie, it’s simple! I tried a third ti, but it was the sa just a clumsy, lopsided knot.

He eventually caught my hands to stop from fumbling with his collar. "Enough. I’ll do it myself."

I stepped back, blushing from my failure. "Turns out I don’t know how."

He looked at and gave a slight smile a rare one that made my heart flutter. "It’s fine."

"Where are you going?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"I’m going out," he replied, adjusting his collar. "I need so air."

"Yeah, good idea," I agreed.

He looked at suddenly. "Are you coming with ?"

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I’m taking you with ," he said calmly.

I smiled instinctively, a surge of joy washing over . "Yes, I want to go with you."

He finished his tie perfectly and gestured. "Axel, co."

We took Axel with us too. As we left the room, we ran into Olivia standing in the hallway. She looked at with clear contempt, then flashed a fake smile. "Good morning, Mr. Robert. How are you?"

"Fine," he replied curtly, not breaking his stride.

He kept walking with his dignified pace, and I followed him proudly. Once outside, he signaled a guard. The guard took the wheel since Robert couldn’t drive with his injury. We sat in the back, and Axel sat in the front passenger seat.

In that mont, we felt like a real family. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining him as my husband, and that we were going to a park, the beach, or a quiet outdoor restaurant.

I was smiling at my rosy daydreams until the guard’s voice broke the silence. "Where to, sir?"

"The cetery," Robert said in a stone-cold voice.

My smile vanished instantly. A shock like an electric current surged through . The cetery? Did he find out I left last night? Was he planning to bury there alive?

I turned to him, my limbs turning ice-cold. "What are we going to do at the cetery?" I asked, my voice trembling.