Chapter 196

Robert’s POV

I couldn’t believe my damn eyes. She had a phone hidden from me this whole time and that Professor gave it to her? But then came the kicker that made my blood reach a goddamn boil: she’d sent the guy a porn video. Fury lit up inside me like a fuse, and I wanted to tear the whole room apart with my bare hands.

"No, no, I didn’t send it!" she cried out, her whole body shaking like a leaf.

"Don’t you lie to me!" I barked, sparks practically flying from my eyes. "The evidence is right there on the screen, Julie!"

She backed away until her spine hit the wall. "I swear on my life, I didn’t do it!"

"Then who did?" I hissed, my voice low and lethal.

"It... it must’ve been an accident," she stammered, wringing her fingers so hard her knuckles turned white. Tears were pooling in her eyes. "I was just scared last night... I was terrified of your massive dick, and I just wanted to look up some info on Google. That video popped up out of nowhere, and I started frantic-tapping the screen to close it. I must’ve sent it by mistake."

She looked dead-honest. Her face, that terrified look in her eyes it didn’t scream ’liar.’ I forced myself to settle into a cautious calm. "Fine... but why hide the phone? You got a thing for this Professor?"

She stared at me for a long beat, silence hanging heavy between us. Then she let out a desperate sigh. "I’m sick of this... sick of having to justify my existence every single time."

"You’re sick of it?" I shot back, cold as ice. "I’m the one who’s sick of it, Julie! Every time I turn around, you’re doing something behind my back."

"Don’t you see it?" she said suddenly, her voice hitting a note I’d never heard before.

I narrowed my eyes. "See what?"

She stepped closer, locking her eyes onto mine. "Don’t you notice how I look at you? How I react when you touch me, like you’ve got me under some kind of spell? Haven’t you seen how much I crave you?"

I froze. My heart started thudding against my ribs like a hammer. Was she for real?

"One look from you and I lose my goddamn mind," she went on, her honesty cutting deep. "I don’t know why it’s happening, or why it’s you of all people... but I can’t stay away. Every time I try to run from you, I just end up running right back into your arms."

"Julie..." I rasped.

"Let me finish," she snapped. She started pacing the room, rubbing her arms. "You’re a killer. You locked me up here and wanted to sell me off like some commodity. You forced me to send an innocent man to the chair. I should hate your guts, shouldn’t I?"

I hated myself in that moment. There was no comeback to that, no way to sugarcoat the bitter truth.

Suddenly, she looked at me with eyes burning with a feverish hunger. "But I don’t hate you. I’m drawn to you... I want you. And as much as I hated it when anyone else touched me, I want you to touch me." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Then, in one bold move, she shattered every defense I had left. She didn’t just talk; with a quick, decisive snap, she pulled the back zipper of that tight blue dress. The silk slid off her shoulders, gliding down her skin like a soft wave until it pooled at her feet.

She stood there in lace lingerie that didn’t leave a damn thing to the imagination. Then, with a boldness I never saw coming, she stripped it all off until she was standing there stark naked under the dim light.

My eyes were glued to her. Her skin was white as polished marble, glowing with a light of its own. Her breasts were perky, those pink nipples standing sharp like ripe cherries, shivering from the chill and the heat of the moment. Her waist curved perfectly into hips that were pure, lethal temptation. And there, between her legs, I caught a glimpse of that soft, pink pussy. It was already slick, glistening like dew, shouting out her desire louder than any words ever could.

It felt like a lightning strike hit me right in the gut. My dick snapped hard, pulsing with a savage power that nearly ripped through my slacks. I felt a throb of pure lust deep in my belly. Damn it. How could something so delicate shake me to my core like this? Seeing her naked and surrendered gave me a rush of absolute dominance, but at the same time, it torched every bit of sanity I had left.

The scent of her that raw, natural womanly scent hit my senses, making me want to pounce, to taste every single inch of that soft skin. I looked at her and wondered: How the hell was I ever gonna sell this? This body was made for me, and me alone.

"I want you to take me now, Robert," she whispered, her voice thick with surrender. "I want to be yours."

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Julie’s POV

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to own up to how I felt, despite all the contradictions tearing me apart, and despite the fact that I was still deathly afraid of where this madness would lead. I stripped off my dress with a trembling boldness, standing there stark naked in front of him, asking him in a voice cracked with total surrender to make me his and his alone.

Robert looked at me with dark eyes burning with a hunger he was trying like hell to restrain. "Julie... put your dress back on," he rasped, looking away for a split second.

I didn’t back down. Instead, I moved toward him with even more nerve. Those few steps felt like I was walking over an open flame. The air in the room had turned heavy, thick with the scent of his breath, tobacco, and that raw masculinity that just poured off him.

I stood right in front of him, my naked body shaking uncontrollably not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of his gaze. It felt like a whip of fire lashing over every inch of me.

The way Robert looked at me... it made my blood freeze and then boil in a matter of seconds. His eyes weren’t the eyes of a normal man anymore; they were something else entirely. His pupils were so blown they were pure black, swallowing the sight of my pounding chest, dragging slowly down my waist to where my pussy was twitching, slick with a wetness that betrayed every secret I was trying to keep.

I felt his eyes piercing my skin, tracing the curve of my hips and stalling at the delicate gap between my thighs. His jaw was set so tight the veins in his neck were popping like he was wrestling a beast inside him that wanted to devour me whole.

He didn’t blink. Not once. It was pure, unadulterated possession the look of a man seeing his most prized property and knowing damn well the wreckage his dick was gonna leave in my fragile body.

When my skin finally hit the rough fabric of his shirt, a spark shot through my fingertips. I cupped his face, feeling the grit of his stubble under my shaking palms. He was staring at my lips with a terrifying hunger, like he wanted to crush my innocence with a single look before he ever did it with his body. In that moment, I saw power, death, and pleasure all wrapped into one, and I knew I wasn’t just facing a man.

I was facing a destiny that would change me forever.

"I’m not putting it on," I insisted.

I lifted myself up and kissed him a deep, soul-crushing kiss. That was it. Robert lost every last bit of control he had.

Suddenly, he snatched me by the waist so hard I gasped, his grip tightening with a violence that felt like ownership. He started devouring my lips with feverish, wild kisses that stole the very air from my lungs.

He kept pushing me back with that massive, solid body of his, forcing me to retreat under his overwhelming power until the back of my legs hit the sofa. I fell back, and he was right there on top of me, drowning me in a flood of touches that made every atom in my body scream for more.

Robert slammed into me like a goddamn hurricane. His kisses weren’t just lips meeting; they were an invasion, like he was trying to rip the breath right out of my lungs and make it his. I could feel the rough fabric of his shirt against my bare breasts as I lay pinned to the sofa, his massive frame crushing me down, obliterating any space left between us.

His hands were moving with a frantic, crazed energy. He squeezed my breasts so hard my back arched, my muffled moans getting lost in his mouth. He dug his fingers into my flesh like he was trying to leave his mark forever.

Then he buried his face in my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin with a teasing bite before sucking at the spot hungrily. The heat rushed straight to my pussy, making it throb and soak in its own slickness more and more.