Chapter 268:
Julie’s POV
The blood froze in my veins. I felt a sudden chill sweep through my limbs as I saw his dark gaze devouring my naked, wet body under the dim, desolate bathroom lighting. His facial features were terrifyingly sharp, as if carved from solid rock, and his powerful grip seed poised to snatch and prey upon , with zero regard for my weak defiance. A violent shudder carved its way along my spine.
I felt my pores open and quiver under the weight of his words, which stripped of the last shred of will I had been clinging to. His breath, heavy with the scent of tobacco and the sharpness of liquor, continued to besiege and encircle . It felt as though the bathroom’s four walls had suddenly shrunk, no longer able to contain anything but his overwhelming tyranny and the repressed desire that had begun to boil deep within , shattering every fortress of resistance I had built during the days of my imprisonnt.
I tried to pull myself together, my voice coming out husky and trembling: "Robert... you abandoned ... you left alone in this darkness."
He didn’t respond with words imdiately. Instead, he fixed his gaze deep into my eyes with a terrifying intensity that made my heart stop beating for a mont, before he whispered in his husky voice, dripping with painful longing: "I missed you, Julie... I missed you to the point of madness, and I can’t endure this distance for one more second."
That simple sentence was like a projectile that decimated the remains of my psychological barriers. My desire to resist vanished like smoke in the wind, replaced by a sweeping, volcanic longing that spared neither my dignity nor my wounded pride. He approached again, pulling toward him with a force that made my body collide with his solid chest. Then, he leaned down to kiss with a mutual passion that left with nothing but total surrender.
He pushed with a mysterious gentleness until my soaking wet back was pressed against the cold wall tiles, making jump. anwhile, he buried his massive hand around my waist to pin in place, preventing any chance of escape from the flood of his emotions.
With hands trembling uncontrollably, I began to undo the buttons of his jacket. As soon as it slipped off his shoulders, I let it fall onto the wet floor without a care. His rough hand reached out to squeeze my breast, pressing my nipple with his thumb with a savage boldness that made let out an audible moan that echoed through the space. I was parched for him; that touch was like a match thrown into a fuel tank, igniting the fire in every nerve of my body.
"Robert..." I said between our successive kisses that stole my breath. "Have you truly co back to ? Or is this just an illusion?"
He gave no answer but another, more violent kiss as if to silence my questions, as if refusing to let the bitter reality spoil this stolen mont in ti.
I began to unbutton his shirt with hurried, agitated fingers. As the fabric fell away to reveal his sculpted chest with its protruding muscles, I slid my palm over him slowly, feeling the heat of his searing skin and the hardness of his muscles that were tensing under my touch. He continued to kiss with a frenzy that made completely lose touch with everything outside the walls of this bathroom, as if the world had been condensed into this cramped space.
The silence in the bathroom was suffocating and heavy, magnifying every sound of our wet skin rubbing against each other. Suddenly, Robert dug his powerful hands under my ass. With the veins in his arms bulging from the sheer effort, he lifted off the ground as if I weighed nothing, slamming my back with crushing force against the cold wall.
Automatically, driven by pure instinct, I wrapped my legs around his broad waist, clinging to him like a drowning person who had found her lifebuoy. I gripped the collar of his open shirt while my face t his, our breaths mingling in the narrow space. I felt the head of his massive, throbbing dick pressing with cruelty and ferocity against my pussy opening, like a beast demanding entry into its kingdom. He didn’t wait for permission, nor did he give a mont; with one decisive movent born of an ancient hunger, he brought down upon him with the full weight of my body.
I scread in shock and delicious pain as I felt his dick splitting open, penetrating deep inside , inch by inch, with a terrifying thickness that made feel as if my body were stretching and expanding to its absolute limits limits I had never known before.
He sank fully inside until I felt the tip strike my cervix with a violence that made the world spin. It forced to arch my back and bury my head in the crook of his neck, moaning in total loss, caught between the pain of the intrusion and the ecstasy of being filled.
Robert began to fuck while carrying with all his strength. He would lift up and then slam down onto his dick with a brutal force that knew no rcy.
My pelvis collided with his solid body in rhythmic, rapid thrusts, producing a wet, obscene "squelching" sound that echoed loudly between the narrow bathroom walls. I could feel every pulse of his dick as it plowed through my vitals, while his hands squeezed my buttocks with a violence that left his finger marks on my skin, lifting to receive every stab deeper and harder.
"Robert... please... have rcy...!" I gasped in broken breaths, closing my eyes tightly as the heat of forbidden pleasure began to gather in my lower abdon, turning into a ruthless hurricane of fire.
Robert increased the pace of his savage thrusts, turning the act of carrying into a literal combat exercise reeking of lust. He yanked my hair back cruelly to force to look into his dark eyes, where obsession flared. anwhile, his dick was teasing the spot inside with every powerful shove. I felt my pussy muscles spasm, clutching his thickness with a madness beyond control, as wetness overflowed from , washing over his burning thighs.
Suddenly, the shudder of climax hit with the force of a devastating earthquake. My body stiffened completely in his hands, and I threw my head back, letting out a loud scream that tore through the silence. I began to squirt my fluids profusely around his dick, which was still grinding inside without pause. I was convulsing and shaking violently, as if possessed by a spark of madness, as I reached my grand peak.
Robert, however, remained as solid as a towering mountain, watching with a cold, terrifying possessiveness as my body completely collapsed under his physical dominance refraining from cumming to leave drowning in my pleasure alone, while he remained at the height of his hunger and raging heat.
"Robert... oh... you’re breaking ..." I said in weakness and defeat. "Stop... don’t stop!"
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Your generosity fuels my passion to keep writing and to make every Chapter of ’My Father Sold to the Mafia King’ worth your ti. Thank you for believing in , for your constant encouragent, and for being the queen of this community.
I am forever grateful to you. This castle is a milestone we share together!"
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