My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351: 351/Violet’s Blood Awakens

Chapter 351

Julie’s point of view

He moved his head with immense strain and exhaustion, trying to look up into my eyes to ask in a spent voice: "What is this cursed thing now?! Haven’t you had your fill of humiliating me?"

A dark, mysterious smile twisted the contours of my lips. "You will find out for yourself right now."

I spun my body around quickly, exiting the room with calm, audible steps into the outer hallway, which was drowned in silence. I violently flung open my brother Steve’s wardrobe, causing a loud creak, and my hand reached inside to pull out another leather belt harsh, wide, and exceptionally thick.

I returned with the same rhythmic paces, holding the belt and folding it between my hands. The moment Jake’s eyes landed on it from his position on the floor, his face contorted, and his features retreated in genuine dread.

"What is this nonsense?! What are you holding in your hand?"

I lifted the folded leather belt lightly, testing its flexibility in the air with an audible snap right before my eyes. "Nothing... just a little tool for us to have some fun together, in my own special way."

He tried to twist his massive, bound torso in a frantic manner, shouting with a voice that made his naked limbs tremble: "What the hell do you intend to do, Julie?! Enough torture!"

I tightened my grip forcefully until my knuckles turned white against the handle of the thick belt. I spoke in a sharp, dry voice, stripped of any feminine mercy: "You exploited my body and took your disgusting pleasure yesterday while I was completely drunk and entirely unconscious. Do you honestly think in your stupid mind that I will just forgive you and overlook this so easily just because you muttered an apology?!"

He gasps, trying to push his broad shoulders against the floor in hopes of finding an escape or breaking the leather strap bound behind his back. "You have already punished me and violated my pride, Julie! Damn you, look at my shameful and degrading state right now!"

I stared down at his exhausted features, his prominent veins, and his naked, bound body lying like a slaughtered animal on the cold wooden floor. But the boiling rage in my chest and the burning hatred in my spite had not yet been quenched or pacified. I felt something monstrous inside me demanding more of his screams, more physical pain to erase the shame of that night.

"No..." I delivered with absolute finality. "The punishment is not over yet, Jake. Now begins the real reckoning for your body."

I hoisted the end of the thick leather belt high into the air, and with every ounce of strength and accumulated rage in my arm, I brought it down. The first harsh, loud, and echoing strike landed directly across his thigh and extended leg. The darkness and cold breezes of the room were violently shattered by the convulsion of his massive body, which jumped against his will from the sheer agony. A burning, searing groan tore from the depths of his stifled chest:

"Ahhh!! Damn it!"

He continued, twitching sharply as his eyes dilated from the shocking pain: "Damn you and damn your madness, Julie... stop this instant!"

"Damn you... damn you."

In that fleeting second, filled with psychological contradictions, a vague, strange, and warm sensation rushed through my veins one I didn’t quite understand. I lifted my palm, letting it rest lightly against his flushed cheek, which was sweating from the ordeal. I began to slide my thumb with absolute smoothness and tenderness over the rugged contours of his face, a sudden gentleness and calm that shocked his entire being.

He looked up at me with confused, frantic blue eyes, completely lost between genuine terror and absolute bewilderment at my sudden transformation from a ravenous beast into a tender woman.

I spoke in a faint, melting, and calm tone that filled the silence of the room: "Thank you... Jake... for making me feel my power."

The contours of his handsome face completely shifted. His brows knit together in deep agitation, disgust, and pure revulsion as he whispered in a broken breath, trying to pull his face away from my palm: "You are truly insane... you are a terrifyingly sick and psychologically warped individual that no human being could ever tolerate."

I bent my torso completely forward, leaving myself exposed, and brought my face close to his until our noses were practically touching. My hot, heavy breaths fanned the sweating skin of his face and his trembling lips with a mysterious arousal.

I delivered in a low hiss that filled the narrow space between us with pure madness:

"Maybe I am insane and sick, Jake, just as you say... because despite all this beating, the tears, and the oppression you caused inside me, I desperately want to violently kiss you on your lips right now, Jake!"