Chapter 421/The Shock of the Real Identity

Chapter 421

Julie’s POV

Dead silence met my question. He didn’t move his tongue to utter a single word, just as he always did.

I tilted my head toward the void, my forehead furrowed tightly beneath the silk blindfold.

"What?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with bitter irony. "Are you never going to talk to me? Are you just going to stay silent like a corpse?"

The heavy weight of his fingers landed on my shoulders, slowly sliding the silk robe down my arms. I felt his gaze though I couldn’t see it descend toward the buttons of my cotton pajamas, unbuttoning them one by one with unnerving steady precision.

I raised my palm instantly, seizing his wrist to stop him. A violent shudder ripped through me. Damn it... this hand, this intense heat coursing through my veins feels terrifyingly familiar!

He yanked his hand back with fluid speed. But the moment I reached up with my other arm to tear the blindfold off my eyes, his massive palm clamped over both my wrists with astonishing force, pinning them together above my head.

Using his free hand, he popped the remaining buttons open and stripped the shirt off, tossing it aside. With a decisive thrust, he flipped my body face-down into the mattress, pinning both my hands tightly behind my back.

"I am not an animal for you to tie up like this, you bastard!" I screamed, rage boiling in the back of my throat.

He ignored my outburst entirely.

His palms slid down to my breasts, cupping them fully before squeezing with a mounting, ruthless intensity.

Grit my teeth, I attempted a wave of fake panic: "Do you have any idea I’m carrying serious sexually transmitted diseases?"

He kept digging his fingers into my flesh, probing harshly as if my voice never even reached his ears.

"You freak!" I yelled louder, my voice trembling. "I have AIDS!"

He didn’t flinch. The rhythm of his heavy breath scorching my back didn’t change for a fraction of a second. His hands trailed downward, stripping away my cotton shorts in a single, fluid motion. Flipping me back onto my spine with absolute control, he leaned his weight over me, capturing my neck in a deep, suffocating kiss.

Damn this kiss... my tongue choked.

A faint scent hovered near my nose a scent reminiscent of nature’s dew and damp earth. It was a strange fragrance that my brain desperately tried to decode, yet remained elusive.

The tips of his fingers traced the length of my arm, sending an electric shock straight up my spine.

Damn it... damn it! I shouldn’t be feeling this at all!

(Feel disgusted, Julie!) I screamed at myself internally. (Focus on the disgust! Get back to your senses!)

Right at that exact moment, his lips crashed onto mine in a tempestuous kiss. Every single thought shattered into dust, wiping out the walls of defense my mind had built. My entire existence shrunk down to the space between his lips, while his fingers slid downward to massage my pussy, before thrusting a finger deep inside, pumping with a rough, accelerating momentum.

I lost control completely.

My body began to respond, playing along to his touch with a shameless rhythm that contradicted everything my mind fought for. Trapped in the pitch-black darkness of the blindfold, my body turned into a ticking time bomb, sensing the subtle rush of heat from his fingers with magnified intensity.

When he thrust a second finger inside to widen me, the gasp in my throat was smothered inside his mouth. Within seconds, a searing wave of climax gathered deep down, and I poured my fluids heavily across his fingers.

I squeezed my eyes shut under the cloth, cursing inwardly in total defeat: (Damn you, Julie! Damn you... not like this!)

How can this man break me with the simple touch of two fingers?

His lips pulled away from mine, trailing scattered kisses down my neck, over my chest, all the way to my stomach, until he buried his face between my thighs. He devoured my pussy with a hot, greedy tongue, sucking my fluids with a ferocity that made my chest heave with ragged gasps.

I knew this feeling... I knew it down to every pore of my skin.

(Julie... you’ve only slept with two men in your entire life. Who is this man making you come twice in a row just from the touch of his lips and fingers?)

I felt the second wave preparing to detonate inside my lower belly.

"I’m... going to come..." I whispered mindlessly, completely losing control over my tongue.

Humiliation and chaotic conflict stormed through me. How could I hurl insults at this man with my words, while every single nerve in my body screamed for more of him?

I squirted my fluids for the second time. And in that precise second, a terrifying realization struck my brain like lightning: (Is this man Robert? Could it actually be him?)

Yes... it’s him! Who else possesses this terrifying ability to bring me to the edge twice in a row without even inserting his dick? Who else could make my body submit so completely if not him?

He gripped my wrist, hauling me off the bed so I sat at the edge. The sharp friction of fabric reached my ears as he stripped off his own clothes.

Stepping closer, he thrust his massive, rock-hard dick straight into my mouth.

Long and impossibly thick... how could I ever forget this size? It’s Robert’s dick without a shadow of a doubt!

My emotions tangled in a mess of chaos. I couldn’t comprehend a thing... If he hated me and wanted to humiliate me, why was he fucking me with this level of passion? Why was he making me believe he was the man wearing that damn mask?

He buried his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back firmly as he drove his dick deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

Thoughts slammed through my head like a hurricane, the scattered threads coming together to reveal the truth. Is it possible that the man leaving the room every time isn’t Robert, but that masked man?! And the one returning to fuck me in this pitch darkness is Robert himself?