Chapter 205:

Julie’s POV

My face went pale, and my breath hitched the moment I felt the searing heat of his massive palm pressing against my thigh. His rough fingers dug into the thin white fabric, sending a jolt of electricity through my body that I couldn’t hide.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to claw back some of my wounded pride. "Didn’t you just finish your dinner?"

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his hand slid upward with a nerve-wracking slowness, reaching my waist and pulling me toward him with a lightning-fast force. My upper body crashed against his broad, solid chest. I could feel his warm muscles pressing against my breasts through the soft white blouse, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of soap began to strip away every ounce of my logic.

Robert tilted his head and buried his nose in my neck, inhaling my scent so deeply that an involuntary moan escaped my throat. "That food was nothing but an appetizer, Julie," he whispered, his raspy voice vibrating with a suppressed lust. "My real dinner... is you."

I felt his other hand rise to cup the back of my head, gently tilting my face to meet his. His eyes were pitch black, gleaming with a terrifying, predatory hunger that made my heart beat like a trapped bird against my ribs.

Then, without warning, he devoured my lips in a violent, wild kiss a kiss that didn’t ask for permission but demanded total surrender.

The taste of his lips was intoxicating. His tongue invaded my mouth with a boldness that made me lose my balance, while his hand on my thigh slid further up, slowly raising my short white skirt.

I felt the cool air hit my bare skin, and then the roughness of his fingers brushed against the edge of my delicate underwear.

Damn it. Where did my "no" go? Where did my anger vanish to? I was melting in his hands like ice thrown into hell. My hands, which were supposed to push him away, found their way to cling to his neck, as if begging for more of this beautiful torture.

He moved down to trail hungry kisses along my throat, while his hand squeezed my ass with a delicious firmness, pulling me down to feel the hardness of his dick, throbbing powerfully behind the towel announcing a hunger that no food in the world could satisfy but me.

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Robert’s POV

She was sitting there in that damn white blouse and a skirt that barely covered a thing, looking like an angel that had lost its way and wandered into a demon’s den. I watched her eat nervously, trying her best not to look at my bare chest, but I could feel her eyes burning through my skin.

The scent of lavender mixed with soap was driving me insane, making my dick surge against the towel until it actually ached. I wasn’t joking when I said she was my dinner.

I placed my massive palm on her soft thigh and felt her jump under my touch as if I’d electrocuted her. Goddamn. Her skin was softer than silk. I started moving my fingers slowly upward, ignoring every rule of self-control I usually live by.

"Now... I’m going to have my dinner," I whispered in her ear, my voice coming out like a low, hungry growl.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed her by her slim waist, slamming her against my hard chest.

I felt her breasts crushing against my muscles, her racing heartbeat thumping against my ribs. I buried my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to force her to look me in the eye; I wanted her to see the monster her beauty had awakened.

"You know, Julie? That white on you just makes me want to stain it in every way possible," I growled before lunging for her lips.

I kissed her with the brutality of a man who only knows the language of power, sucking on her lower lip and nipping it with a provocative edge while my other hand crawled under her white skirt.

When my fingers brushed her pussy through the thin lace, I found her completely soaked hot and pulsing, as if she were welcoming me.

I hoisted her up suddenly, sitting her on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. I felt the hardness of my dick pressing directly against her wet entrance through the fabric.

She was moaning into my mouth, and I devoured those moans, knowing that tonight, foreplay wouldn’t be enough. I was going to make that white blouse rip under the weight of my desire, and I was going to teach her what it means to belong to a man of the Mafia.

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Julie’s POV

When Robert hoisted me up and settled me on his lap, I felt like the floor had been pulled out from under me. I was trapped between his powerful arms, my legs instinctively locking around his wide waist to keep my balance.

My body was shaking violently not just from fear, but from that blatant friction that made every cell in my body scream.

I felt the rock-hard length of his dick pressing directly against my pussy through my thin skirt and underwear; it was so massive and hot that I felt the heat searing through the fabric.

Every time he pushed his hips upward, I felt his presence demanding entry into my wetness, forcing a long, raspy moan out of me that drowned in his mouth.

"Robert..." I breathed his name, clutching his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles as hard as stone beneath my trembling fingers.

He didn’t stop there. His hands began to mess with my white blouse; I felt his rough fingers undoing the buttons one by one with a terrifying skill, until the shirt fell open and slid off my shoulders, leaving me completely top-bare before him.

He leaned down, trailing kisses over my chest and up to my neck, before his mouth latched onto my stiff nipple, sucking it so hard I arched my back and dug my nails into his back.

His other hand was still busy under my skirt, and he finally succeeded in pushing the lace aside. When his fingers touched my clit directly, without any barriers, a bolt of lightning shook my entire being.

He rubbed it with a delicious roughness while my wetness drenched his fingers. Damn it. I didn’t feel shy anymore, and I didn’t care about the pride I was talking about earlier; all I wanted was for him to tear down this distance and take me.

I was shaking on his lap with every move he made, feeling the head of his dick grazing my wet folds through the towel, as if threatening to invade me at any second. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes in a daze, completely surrendering to this monster who was taking me apart piece by piece.

As Robert’s hands gripped my waist, a wild urge to discover everything about him took over, even the things that used to terrify me. I remembered that scene that never left my mind the one with Sarah, back when I watched from the bathroom with a trembling heart.

I looked into his dark eyes and said in a low voice, trembling with a mix of innocence and curiosity, "Robert... you told me never to mention Sarah, but I can’t get that scene out of my head."

He knit his brows, his voice raspy. "What scene, Julie?"

I swallowed hard, looking down at his massive dick bulging clearly behind the towel. "That time... I saw it in her mouth. How can something that size... fit in there?"

A heavy silence filled the room. His gaze pierced through me.

Suddenly, a dark, mysterious smirk curled his lips a look that made my blood boil. He took my hand and placed it over the towel, right over the pulsing head of his dick. "Is that what’s on your mind?" he asked, his voice dripping with temptation. "Do you want to try it for yourself?"

A fierce heat flushed my face, but I didn’t pull my hand away. Instead, my fingers began to trace his length and girth through the cloth. "I want to know everything," I whispered. "I want to do whatever it takes to make you mine, just as I am yours."

He didn’t wait another second. He lifted me off his lap and stood up. With one swift motion, he untied the towel, letting it drop to the floor, freeing his massive dick right before my eyes erect, throbbing, and heavy with prominent veins. He took my head gently, slowly drawing me down toward that member I had always been terrified of.

"Then show me, sweetheart," he commanded, his tone both authoritative and tender. "Show me how you’re going to take me inside of you."