My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 152/No More Hiding

Chapter 152

Julie’s Point of View

I froze in place, my heart pounding madness against my ribs like a caged bird trying to commit suicide to escape. My hand went rigid over my underwear, and I felt a sharp, painful contraction in my pussy; it wasn’t an ache of desire this time, but pure, paralyzing terror.

What if he pushed the door open now? What if he found out I stole the key from the maid and sneaked in here? What if he realized I’d been behind this thin wood the whole time, listening to his gasps and watching him fuck Sarah with such brutality?

The doorknob turned with a lethal slowness, and my breath hitched in my throat. The door swung open and Sarah rushed in; she was completely naked, her hair disheveled and covering her flushed face, sweat glistening on her skin.

She slammed the door behind her and whispered in a panic: "What have you done? You almost exposed yourself!"

"Did he know?" I asked, my voice trembling and breathless. "Did Robert discover I’m here?"

"No... just stay silent now!" she replied, struggling to catch her breath.

Sarah went back out and closed the door again. Within moments, the sounds of impact and moans tore through the silence once more. I collapsed onto the floor, pressing my palms firmly over my ears.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything death, escape anything to drive away the cursed state of arousal that was beginning to seize my body again.

After an eternity of suffering, silence suddenly fell. My heart constricted as I saw the doorknob move again. The wave of terror returned: Is it Robert? But it was Sarah; she stood holding the slightly ajar door, her eyes glazed with exhaustion. "You can leave now," she said.

Still sitting behind the door, I asked in a cautious whisper: "Did Robert go?"

"Yes... he’s gone," she answered wearily.

I stood up, dusting off my clothes. "My God! I thought this nightmare would never end... what is wrong with this Robert? Is he Frankenstein? He doesn’t tire, and he’s invincible!"

Sarah didn’t respond; her expression was vacant. Despite the inappropriate timing, curiosity was gnawing at my mind. "I want to ask you something..." I said.

"What?" she muttered in annoyance.

"Does a man’s dick change size?" I asked earnestly. "I mean... does it suddenly get much larger?"

Astonishment washed over her face, her features hardening as she looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. "Look, Julie, I’m tired," she said sharply. "Just get out now."

I walked toward the door, grumbling. "I can’t ask you anything! But of course you’re tired; Robert didn’t even give you room to breathe." I raised my hand toward her casually as I added: "The man fought yesterday and I thought his body was broken, but clearly he’s not human... maybe a Werewolf!"

I finished my sentence as Sarah stepped aside to let me pass.

But the moment I took a single step out of the bathroom, the blood froze in my veins and the air vanished from my lungs entirely.

He was there. He hadn’t left.

He was fully dressed, leaning his back against the wall with lethal coldness, his hawk-like eyes piercing through me. The words died in my throat, and my mouth went dry as I stared at his dominant figure.

"What are you doing here, Julie?" he asked in his deep, resonant voice, carrying a hidden threat.

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Robert’s Point of View

When the sound of the door slamming echoed, my movement over Sarah froze for a heartbeat. I leaned toward her ear and whispered in a sharp tone that barely grazed the silence: "Who is in there?"

Sarah trembled beneath my weight, whispering back in the same terrified tone: "Julie."

Surprise washed over me. How did Julie get here? And how did she penetrate Sarah’s room? A cold curiosity took hold of me.

I commanded Sarah in an authoritative whisper: "Go to her now. Act as if I don’t know she’s there."

Sarah shot me a look of bewilderment and suspicion, but she obeyed and rose to do as I said. When she returned, we resumed what we had started, but my mind wasn’t with her; it was entirely there, behind that ajar door.

Was Julie watching me as I fucked Sarah? Was she listening to everything?

When we finished, I stood up and dressed calmly. I asked Sarah to tell her that I had left the room, then I stood leaning my back against the wall adjacent to the bathroom, holding my breath completely.

I heard every single word she uttered. My lips parted into a hidden smile when she described me as "Frankenstein" that crazy girl! But my posture went rigid when I heard her ask with a lethal innocence about the size of my dick and how it swells so suddenly.

At that moment, I realized the depth of her ignorance. I remembered the last time she saw me and my penis wasn’t erect. Is it possible she hasn’t seen a movie or a man in her life? Is she truly that pure?

Then she called me a "Werewolf"... it seems she sees me as everything except human. When she emerged from the bathroom, I saw terror coat her features. She froze in her tracks, her eyes widening with a shock that paralyzed her limbs.

I asked her with a coldness cloaked in a threat: "What are you doing here, Julie?"

"I... I came to talk to Sarah," she stammered, twisting her fingers nervously.

I narrowed my eyes. "And why were you hiding inside the bathroom?"

"Because... I was afraid you’d be angry with me," she said, trying to escape my gaze.

"And why would I be angry?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because I entered the room," she murmured in a low voice.

"I’m curious to know how you got in," I said commandingly.

"I won’t tell you!" she replied with a defiance laced with fear.

Suddenly, she bolted out of the room as if fleeing a real monster.

Sarah remained standing by the bathroom door, saying with a voice full of malice: "She told me you kissed her."

I was stunned for a moment. I hadn’t expected Julie to take this step and tell Sarah.

"I’m leaving now," I said curtly as I turned to go.

But Sarah stopped me bitterly: "And she also told me that you want her... and that no one but you will take her virginity!"

I couldn’t believe Julie had dared to say all that. I walked out of the room, ignoring Sarah’s calls, and headed straight to my office.

My hand was trembling slightly from the adrenaline. I took the whiskey bottle, poured a glass, and downed it in one go. My eyes clouded as I thought of those words... Does Julie actually feel something for me? Or is it just a plan to get revenge on Sarah?