My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 170/The Desk Punishment

Chapter 170

Max’s Point of View

I approached Marcus with angry strides, and before he could process anything, I seized his throat with my massive hand, pinning him down with my body. "Do you want to know what happened, you bastard?" I growled through gritted teeth.

He pushed at me with trembling hands, gasping for air. "What’s wrong with you? Tell me what happened!" he said in shock.

I loosened my grip slightly and said sharply, "Do you remember what you did last night?"

"I don’t remember anything," he replied, shaking his head in despair. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"You got drunk last night and assaulted Julie," I told him, the truth slapping him in the face.

Marcus recoiled as if struck by lightning, leaning against the wall and staring at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. "What are you saying? You’re lying!" he rasped.

"You thought she was your damn lover," I said stolidly.

He began striking his head violently with both hands, shouting in a broken whisper, "Fuck... fuck... no!" Then he looked at me in shock and said, "Please tell me I didn’t do anything to her... that I didn’t hurt her!"

"If you had, you’d be dead by now," I said in a final tone.

He covered his face with his palms and let out a muffled sob. "I would never do this to Julie... never! I wasn’t in my right mind."

"You need to stay away from Julie, Marcus," I warned him sternly.

"I really didn’t mean it," he replied bitterly, going through what looked like a breakdown, unable to believe the ugliness of what had happened.

Seeing his state worsening, I tried to calm him down a bit. "Alright Marcus, nothing happened... calm down."

"Julie will never forgive me," he said hopelessly.

"She already has," I told him. "If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have defended you just now."

"Really?" he asked eagerly.

"Yes," I replied coldly. "But I haven’t forgiven you."

He looked at me inquiringly. "Are you her boyfriend?"

"No, I’m her friend," I snapped.

"Then what’s the reason for this?" he asked, confused as he recalled what was said in front of Robert. "I mean... us being ’boyfriends’?"

"To save you," I said mockingly.

"Saving us by saying we’re boyfriends? What is this madness?" he shouted in disbelief.

I exhaled in frustration, remembering my own predicament with her. "She made me gay two days ago, and now she’s made you gay too... you’ll get used to Julie’s madness."

-------------------------

Robert’s Point of View

It was insane to learn that Marcus was gay and in a relationship with my guard, but I still didn’t understand why Julie was there.

She was walking barefoot, stumbling in her oversized black pajamas, which only increased my desire to wring the truth out of her.

"Are you going to tell me why you were there?" I asked stolidly.

"I already told you," she said, trying to keep up with my wide strides.

"Concerned for Marcus’s life!" I mocked.

"Yes," she said shortly.

I stopped suddenly to look into her eyes. "For God’s sake, Julie, do you think I’m a fool?"

We reached the hallway, and she stopped, saying with embarrassment, "I have to go to my room."

"No," I said sternly.

"Why?" she asked sharply.

"I haven’t finished my conversation yet... follow me," I said, gesturing for her to move.

"I’m barefoot and in my pajamas!" she cried, hurrying after me.

I didn’t answer. I headed straight for the office, opened the door, and walked in. When she stepped inside, I slowly and deliberately locked it with the key.

She looked at me with apprehension. "Why did you lock it?"

"What were you doing in Max’s room, Julie?" I asked, approaching her with measured steps.

"You don’t believe me," she said in a desperate attempt at defense.

"I don’t," I said with cutting honesty.

She fell silent. I moved closer until my shadow engulfed her. "Julie... what were you doing there?"

"And why do you want to know?" she challenged.

"Speak," I commanded.

"I was... I was..." she stammered.

"You were what?" I prompted.

"I wanted advice from Max!" she suddenly blurted out.

I furrowed my brows. "Advice about what?"

"Why do you want to know everything?" she cried in frustration.

"I’m the one entitled to ask questions here," I said coldly.

"Really? I have the right to ask too," she rebelled.

"Advice about what, Julie?" I asked, emphasizing every syllable.

"I won’t tell you, and that’s my final word... now I’m leaving," she insisted.

I grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her toward me until she collided with my chest. "Every mistake has a punishment," I said in a husky voice.

She grew flustered, her breath hitching. "What are you going to do?"

I fixed my gaze on her lips. "Do you think I didn’t notice yesterday how you closed your eyes because you wanted me to kiss you?"

She jerked back, denying it quickly. "No... I didn’t!"

"Don’t deny it," I said with certainty.

"You’re the one who kisses me, not the other way around," she said, trying to push against my chest.

I moved even closer, running my thumb over her full pink lips. I could feel her hot breath burning my skin. I pulled her flush against my chest; I could hear her racing heart thumping like a drum.

"Kisses have become a worn-out punishment," I said.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her tension obvious.

I began walking forward, forcing her to step backward weakly until she hit the edge of the wooden desk.

In one swift motion, I placed my hands on her waist, lifted her, and sat her on the desk. She looked at me in shock. "What’s wrong with you?"

I spread her legs apart and stood directly between them. My eyes devoured her features. "I’m going to punish you."

I ran my finger over her neck; I could feel her pulse throbbing under my finger with a wild intensity. I slid it down slowly until it reached her cleavage. For a second, her hand gripped mine. I looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to stop?"

She didn’t answer. She pulled her hand away and remained silent. I understood then that she was enjoying my touch and I was the one who thought she was repulsed by me.

I undid the first button of her pajama top; she didn’t object. Then I opened the second, revealing her white bra and her clearly protruding breasts... damn, I can’t take it anymore! I remembered seeing her naked that day, those pink nipples I wanted to suck like crazy.

I opened the third button. She had her palms flat on the desk, pressing so hard her knuckles turned white, while she tilted her head back, giving me permission to do as I pleased with her.

I opened the fourth and fifth buttons until her sculpted waist was visible; I imagined myself gripping it while she was on my dick.

I placed my hands on the desk and leaned in slowly. I breathed in her fragrant scent, which smelled like strawberry fields, and kissed her neck right at the collarbone.

I felt her lean her back further onto the desk, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

I trailed my lips gently, without pressure, along the length of her neck until I reached the cleavage of her breasts and stopped there, inhaling her scent that was stealing my sanity.