Chapter 412/Who Are You?!

Chapter 412

Julie’s POV

The kiss tangled with my ragged breathing, the taste of my own slick mixed with a strange, unfamiliar cologne flooding my mouth. His lips were rough, slamming down on mine with absolute authority, crushing my trembling mouth with a terrifying surge of wild familiarity.

His dick buried itself even deeper inside my pussy, pressing my bare body completely flush against his. With every heavy, measured thrust he drove into me, a searing shiver shot from my lower back, vibrating straight up my spine.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight behind the black fabric of the blindfold, desperate to cling to the last remaining thread of my scattered sanity.

He dug his fingers into the strands of my hair spilling across the sheets, tilting my head back to deepen the intensity of the kiss. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled down, clamping roughly over my waist and wringing a faint whimpering groan from my throat directly into his mouth.

These weren’t the touch of some random client looking for a cheap thrill there was a crazy obsession pouring from every pore of his body. The way he pinned my frame down, the press of his thumb right into the center of my back... every single detail struck an unknown chord deep within my body’s memory!

His harsh breathing fanned hot against my skin as his thrusts quickened, turning into scorching, furious plunges that made the bed creak softly under our combined weight.

He sucked on my lower lip with a hungry intensity before pulling his mouth away for a brief second.

Gasping for air, I clung to the oxygen, asking in a raspy voice dripping with helplessness: "Who are you...? For God’s sake, tell me who you are?!"

He didn’t utter a single word. Instead, he dipped his head immediately, sinking his teeth with rough aggression into my prominent collarbone.

The sharp bite delivered a flash of pain laced with a sudden jolt of pleasure, causing my thighs to clamp tightly around his waist against my will!

He kept pounding past my defenses with deep, relentless thrusts until I felt a second wave of climax building in my lower abdomen like a storm. Unconsciously, I moved to match his rhythm, arching my hips upward to take every inch of his hardness.

My inner walls clamped hard around his length, and I released a muffled scream, burying my face into the pillow: "Ahhhh!.. Damn you and damn this hell!"

His rock-hard body stiffened completely over mine, a deep, rough groan rumbling through his chest against my back. With a sharp, rapid tremor, he spilled his warm seed deep inside my womb. He collapsed his heavy chest over me, both of us catching our shattered breath in the dark.

He remained heavy on top of my half-naked body for a few long moments, his burning breath fanning across the sweat-slicked skin of my neck. My body trembled violently, torn between the lingering poison of the climax that had swept me away and the brutal humiliation slicing through my pride.

Slowly, he withdrew his dick from between my thighs, leaving a hollow, slick heat trailing inside my pussy. He sat up on the edge of the mattress, the sharp rustle of heavy fabric echoing softly as he pulled his pants back on in silent composure.

Hot tears pooled behind the tight black cloth bound around my eyes.

"Did you enjoy your fucking night?!" I choked out, my voice low, raspy, and dripping with hatred and ruin. "I hope you got what you came for... now get the fuck out of my face."

Not a sound came from him. Heavy footsteps approached the bed, and suddenly, he tossed a thick stack of cash right onto my stomach rough, crisp banknotes hitting my bare skin like burning embers!

My chest seized in sheer terror and raging venom. That filthy gesture was a crystal-clear declaration that I had truly been reduced to nothing more than a whore paid for her body!

"Take your fucking money and get out!" I screamed, my voice tearing apart in sob-racked gasps. "I’m not a whore, for God’s sake!"

I thrashed against my restraints, trying to raise my bound hands behind my back to shove the money off my skin. He leaned down swiftly, his strong fingers clamping tightly around my jaw for a brief, wordless second. Releasing me just as quickly, he turned on his heel and walked toward the door with deliberate steps.

The heavy click of the lock echoed through the silence, followed by the firm thud of the door shutting and the key turning from the outside.

I was left alone in the pitch-black room naked, bound, and drowning in the ruins of my slaughtered pride while cheap paper bills covered my trembling, wet body.

I don’t know how long I remained trapped there at the bottom of my own hell, bound in pitch-black darkness, counting every passing second through shallow, agonizing breaths. Finally, the heavy wooden door swung open with a swift click and slammed shut immediately after.

His voice cut through the suffocating silence, colder than ice:

"It seems your destiny really is to be a whore, Julie."

"You fucking animal!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice raw with pure venom.

He took a few slow, unhurried steps further into the room, tilting his chin down with a dry, mocking chuckle. "Why the hell are you so angry?"

I thrashed my head frantically against the mattress, my teeth gritting together. "I am not a whore! And I will never be a fucking whore!"

"Why?" He asked, resting his hands casually inside his suit pockets. "Didn’t you fuck me before just to pull the wool over my eyes?"

"Yes, I fucking did!" I spat back, tears of bitter humiliation burning the edges of my eyes. "Because you’re nothing but a pathetic piece of shit, a complete idiot stupid enough to fall for a childish trap!"

A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the room.

Without another word, he moved toward the bed with silent, deliberate steps. Reaching behind my head, his fingers untied the tight knot of the blindfold, letting the black fabric fall away. Harsh overhead light flooded my vision, blinding me completely for a few painful seconds.

He leaned down until his face was inches from mine, a poisonous whisper brushing against my ear:

"Do you know that Mr. X was extremely satisfied with your performance tonight?"