My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: 347/Shacking the Demon’s Pride

Chapter 347

Julie’s point of view

I swallowed my saliva against a burning dryness that ripped my throat, trying to bring out a calmer, more composed tone to contain her madness and female ferocity before she exposed us. I said with a failing hope:

"Look at me rationally and quit the shouting... The matter is not logical or the ugly way you understand it!"

She cut me off instantly with a mocking laugh, her chest shaking with rapid breaths as she said in a hiss dripping with malice, loathing, and an oppression that broke her tone:

"And what exactly didn’t I understand, for heaven’s sake, about the fact that you dared and filthily fucked me yesterday, Jake, while I was completely blacked out?! Tell me, you scoundrel!"

My God... my heart constricted with terrifying bewilderment and shock as I recalled the snapshots and heat of last night. How the hell could I fuck this cursed, crazy woman with my full mental and physical capacity?! What was I thinking in that cursed, lustful second to fall into the trap of her body?! I had ruined everything already!

I tried to push my knees and thighs against the floor with force to straighten myself with hardship and adjust my humiliating, naked posture. I shouted with a rampant spasm, my eyes blazing:

"Julie... damn you, loosen my cursed bond now so we can end this spiteful nonsense and close this entire story!"

She fixed her harsh eyes on mine, saying with a biting, violent decisiveness that shook the corners of the room:

"Not before I finish holding you accountable, Jake... You won’t walk out of here the way you came in."

I let out a mocking, ragged, and disapproving exhale despite my humiliating and awkward position, lying naked beneath her feet. I said with a coldness trying desperately to cover my internal tension and fear of her recklessness:

"Really?! Is all this madness, binding, and striking with a wooden chair over a single, passing, fleeting fuck that happened by mistake, for heaven’s sake?! Stop blowing things out of proportion!"

The features of her face completely stiffened as if she were a marble statue. The tips of her fingers clenched so hard they almost pierced her skin, and her voice came out panting:

"Why did you fuck me?! I truly want to hear the justification for your depravity right now, and fast" She took a deep breath and then continued with a sarcastic look " Didn’t you say with your own tongue previously in front of everyone that you find absolutely nothing that excites you or stirs your instinct in my body, Jake?! And that in your eyes, I’m not a female in any shape or form and don’t possess the attributes of women?!"

I moved my bound limbs with exhaustion and frustration at her clinging to the past. I said in a soothing voice to absorb her blind rage:

"Julie... loosen my cursed bond so we can speak in a better, more rational, and balanced manner, not like this in total nakedness and humiliation on the floor."

She completely ignored my words as if she hadn’t heard a thing. She smiled with an overwhelming, sick malice that filled the lines of her face. With a slow, provocative, and confident movement, she raised her slender hand and brushed the strands of her wild, thick brown hair away from her forehead in defiance and aversion. She completed in a tone brimming with toxic, lethal sarcasm:

"Am I not the tomboy whose brother, Steve, can’t find a lover or a fiancé for her because of her fierce nature, because he would run away in terror the moment he sees my face or deals with me?!"

She placed her elbow hard and harshly over her knee, resting the weight of her angry face on her palm as she leaned her slender torso completely toward me while I lay helpless beneath her.

"What is this... what the hell do you intend to do?!"

She did not answer me with a single word to resolve my doubts. She rose from the chair with calm, slow, and lethal steps like the strides of the Grim Reaper, coming to kneel opposite me on the cold floor beside my inanimate, bound body. She placed the tip of the sharp, pointed blade with a light harshness directly over my right cheek. In that terrifying second, I felt the ice-cold metal of the knife touch the skin of my face, pressing against it in a straight line that threatened to cut and disfigure at any moment.

She said with widened eyes brimming with madness:

"What do you think tonight, Jake... if I completely ruin and disfigure this provocative, handsome face of yours with this blade to erase your cursed masculine pride and arrogance forever?! You won’t look at yourself in the mirror with comfort ever again."

My entire body convulsed and shook with shock and panic beneath her cold blade. I shouted with a panting stammer and genuine fear, my abdominal muscles completely tight to avoid any sudden stab:

"Julie, for God’s sake... have you actually gone mad and lost your cursed mind?! Get this thing away from my face right now!"

She ignored my shouting and terror in cold blood like a serpent. She passed the tip of the sharp, pointed blade along the skin of my face lightly, threateningly, and continuously, moving downward with an extreme, breath-catching slowness until she reached my naked neck with the silver blade.

There, I felt her press with a bit of force with the sharp blade directly over my airway and skin, in a way that almost cut me and drew my blood. She said in a faint tone that rang with terror in my ears:

"Maybe I’ll slaughter you right here in cold blood like a sheep and rid myself of your filth and presence forever, Jake"

Her green eyes met mine and she whispered "and we can end this farce completely. This is definitely better for both of us."