My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 131/The Fever of Desire

Chapter 131

Julie’s Point of View

I ate a few bites quickly, but I felt a lump in my throat, so I pushed the plate away. I went in to shower, and immediately upon coming out, a strange heat began to course through the pores of my skin, as if my blood had suddenly started to boil.

I muttered as I wiped my wet face: "Am I going to get sick because I stayed out in the cold last night when I escaped?"

I took some underwear and a short nightrobe and placed them on the bed, then went to dry my hair.

But as soon as I turned on the dryer, I felt its air stinging my scalp like fire, so I turned it off immediately and tossed it aside. My body was rejecting any touch; I couldn’t even stand to wear my underwear.

I settled for the robe alone, but the heat was increasing and concentrating in my lower abdomen in a terrifying way.

Axel suddenly started barking and scratching the door with his claws.

I said to him in a faltering voice: "What do you want?" He went to the door and started climbing it, so I thought he was bored of being locked in. As soon as I unlocked the bolt, he shot out like an arrow. I ran after him, pulling the robe tight over my body: "Axel! Come here!"

But he went upstairs, toward his master’s wing.

I tried to catch him, but a thick hand suddenly gripped my arm. It was a guard I had seen repeatedly in the hallway. I said in a sharp tone, trying to pull my hand away: "Let go of my arm! What do you want?"

He said, scanning my body with hungry looks: "Where are you going?"

I said with difficulty, the heat making my vision blur: "What is it to you?" I pulled my hand forcefully, but he drew closer to me and whispered: "Come here for a moment... I want to talk to you about something."

I said as I retreated, while my cursed body was trembling with a strange desire to touch him: "I don’t know you and you don’t know me... what is this thing you want to talk to me about?"

His proximity to me generated a terrifying conflict within me; I wanted to embrace him, I wanted anyone to touch me to extinguish this fire.

I decided to flee toward Axel before I lost my mind, but he grabbed my waist this time and said: "Admit it... you want to kiss me now, you long for my touch."

I froze in bewilderment; how did he know what I was feeling? Before I could speak, the sound of a bullet echoed, piercing the side of his head, and he collapsed as a lifeless corpse before me.

I caught sight of Robert standing there, returning his weapon to his waist coldly. I didn’t see him as a monster this time; rather, he seemed painfully attractive to me, to the point that I forgot the blood on the floor.

I felt a wetness flooding between my thighs, and for a second, I thought I had lost control of my bladder out of fear, but the feeling was different... it was deep and throbbing.

The desire to embrace that stranger vanished and was replaced by an obsession with Robert; I wanted to devour his lips right now.

I brushed the idea from my head and asked in a trembling voice: "Axel... where is he?"

He stepped toward me and said in a muffled voice: "What did this scoundrel do to you?"

I didn’t answer; I just kept staring at the movement of his lips. He said in his hoarse voice: "Julie..." My God, how he pronounced my name! His voice was more beautiful than any melody I had ever heard. I said, trying to hold myself together: "Axel... where is he?"

He said: "He is in my room, come take him."

I dashed upstairs, entered his room, and found Axel lying there. I called him: "Axel, let’s go," but he refused to move. I felt the wetness increasing again, and as soon as Robert entered behind me, he approached and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Julie?"

No, I am not okay at all... I want you to strip me of my clothes, to extinguish this fire! But I said, averting my gaze from him: "Axel doesn’t want to go... can he stay with you?"

The desire hit me violently again. I felt an urgent need to touch myself, so I grabbed my stomach and bent my body slightly, trying to press my thighs together to ease that feeling.

Robert placed his hand on my shoulder and said: "Julie..."

I lost my control for a second and fled into his bathroom quickly. I washed my face with cold water until it almost froze, and cleaned my thighs with toilet paper, but every touch made it worse.

I squeezed my legs together tightly while trembling; why do I feel this? I had decided to remain a virgin, so how could this desire come to me with such intensity?

I came out of the bathroom trying to flee to my room, but he blocked my way and grabbed my arm: "You cannot go, Julie, you are not well."

I looked at him the man who deceived me and imprisoned me and found myself uttering the bitter truth that was gnawing at me: "I hate you... but I want you... I want to kiss you."

And in a moment I didn’t think through, I rushed toward him and kissed him frantically. It was embarrassing and frightening, but my desire was stronger than my pride; all I wanted was for this agony to end between his hands.

Robert pushed me forcefully back, and my back collided with the cold marble edge of the table, causing a shiver to run through my body that only made me more inflamed. He said in a stern voice, panting: "Julie... I told you, you are not well."

I didn’t hear him; I only saw the movement of his broad chest and the heat of his breath which attracted me like a magnet. I began to approach him again, my fingers trembling as they tried to cling to his shirt, my eyes absent from reality, trying to reach for a single kiss to extinguish this hell dwelling within me.

But he was holding my wrists and preventing me from pressing against him.

I said in a faltering voice, mixed with a base pleading I had never known in myself before: "Please... allow me to get close to you... I can’t take it."

He pinned me in place and said in a voice as sharp as a knife: "No!"

I felt the wetness increasing between my thighs until it began to bother me, and the desire for him was penetrating every cell of my body. The irony was that his categorical refusal was driving me more insane and making my blood boil in my veins.

I gripped his solid arm with all the strength I possessed and said, writhing under the influence of the heat: "I am yours... come on, do it please... I’m begging you."

He looked into my eyes deeply, and I saw a terrifying struggle in his features, but he said in clear and firm words: "This is not you, Julie... you are just under the influence of an aphrodisiac; you must be patient and it will pass."

I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don’t care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?"

I was struggling against his arms which kept me away from him like a fortified wall, while the insides of my thighs were burning, and my breaths were coming out ragged and scorching. I was truly burning from the inside, and every time he prevented me, I felt a hysterical desire to tear his clothes and throw myself into that fire he refused to extinguish.

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Robert’s Point of View

Holding her and keeping her away from me was not easy; my arm muscles were stiffening as I resisted the touch of her hot skin that burned my palms. My desire for her at that moment cannot be described in words, but seeing her crumble like this because of that poison made me grind my teeth until I almost shattered them.

I said in a muffled voice: "No, Julie... don’t try."

She was begging me to get close to her, thinking she needed to ask, not realizing that I would have done it without hesitation were it not for her condition.

Suddenly, she placed her hand between her bare thighs and tilted her head, whispering in a broken voice: "I am asking this of you... come on, why are you refusing me? Do you not like me? Do you not find me attractive?"

I told a damn lie, hoping it would make her control herself a little, even though every cell in my body was screaming, calling me a liar: "No... you are not."

But she surprised me with a boldness I didn’t expect; she said lostly: "It’s okay, you can overlook this today... come on, take off your clothes." She began to cling to my shirt and dig her nails into my chest, trying to touch my skin, then she groaned in pain: "A fire inside me is burning me... I am suffering."

I gripped her wrists firmly and said: "Come, let’s cool your body with water." I pulled her to the bathroom while she resisted me and cried out: "Nothing will extinguish my fire but you!" I turned on the cold water shower and placed her under it, holding her shoulders well so she wouldn’t slip.

She became completely soaked, and the silk robe became wet, clinging to her body to show every detail with lethal precision.

I averted my gaze; one mistake and one look would have been enough to demolish the fortresses of my control.

After a few minutes, I turned off the water; I had become soaked too. I took her out of the bathroom, but nothing had changed; she was still trembling and pleading with words that tore at my steadfastness. She said bitterly: "You don’t want me... and you don’t want to fuck me."

Suddenly, she took off the robe and stood completely naked before me. My whole body stiffened, and I felt my blood surging in my veins; this was too much for me, beyond my capacity to endure.

I feigned indifference even though my breathing had become audible, and said coldly: "I don’t want this."

She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs before my eyes, and my cock became erect immediately, and I felt a massive pressure in my trousers.

She said defiantly: "I’ll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!"

She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don’t want to save me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily.

I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her.

I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state.

She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert."