Chapter 248:

Julie’s POV

I bit my lower lip, feeling the heat of his breath fanning across my face. The pressure on my nipple sent waves of mixed pleasure and pain through my body. "I won’t," I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to resist until the last possible second.

He increased the pressure of his fingers, leaning his massive frame over me, and hissed into my ear in a husky voice, "You dare defy me while you’re in my hands? Say it, Julie... I want to hear it now."

I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands, which had been pushing against his chest, went limp and began to clutch the lapels of his suit. I couldn’t handle the electric tension between us anymore. "Daddy..." I whispered, barely audible.

He loosened his grip on my nipple slightly but didn’t move his hand; instead, he began to tease it with a softness that sent shivers down my spine. A dark, victorious smirk played on his lips. "I didn’t hear you clearly."

I looked up at him. His eyes were gleaming with a wild, dominant desire. "Let me go... Daddy," I said, clearer this time.

He let out a low laugh the kind of deep chuckle that made the muscles of his chest vibrate beneath my hands. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose before whispering, "Good girl."

But instead of letting me go, he pulled me even closer until our bodies were completely fused. He buried his face in my neck again, inhaling my scent greedily. "Tonight... I want you."

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. His breath was scorching the skin of my neck, sending signals of both warning and longing to every cell in my body. "Robert... you’re injured. The bullet..." I said, trying to sound composed.

He cut me off, raising his head to look sharply into my eyes. His hand was still squeezing my waist with a force that kept me pinned to him. "The wound won’t stop me from getting what I want," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "And I want you in my bed tonight... is that clear?"

I averted my gaze, overcome by embarrassment and confusion. "You said you’d let me go if I called you by the right name," I said, trying to maneuver. "And I did."

He let out a short, cynical laugh, then leaned toward my ear, his voice a hiss that sent a cold shiver through me. "I let go of your nipple, little girl. I never said I’d let go of your whole body."

I shuddered at the possessiveness in his voice; he was staking his claim for the night. But my pride refused to surrender so easily. "I’m busy tonight," I blurted out, trying to slip away.

He raised his head, his eyes darkening. "With what?"

Think, Julie, think! "I’m giving Axel a bath tonight," I said nervously.

"Axel’s bath won’t take long," he replied coldly, his arm still locked around my waist.

"Actually, it takes a very long time," I countered quickly.

"I said come tonight," he commanded in a tone that allowed no argument. "I don’t want to hear any excuses."

An idea struck me. I said with faked confidence, "I’m on my period."

He stopped moving entirely, looking at me in surprise. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes." It was the perfect lie finally, something to keep him away. But suddenly, I felt his hand move over my jeans. In the blink of an eye, he undid the button.

"What are you doing?!" I gasped in horror.

"I’m checking," he said with terrifying calmness.

"What?!" Damn it! Was he really going to check? "Do you even realize what you’re doing?" I screamed at him.

He didn’t answer. His hand was already sliding beneath my underwear. I felt an intense heat radiating from my skin. He began to rub my pussy with his fingers with an agonizingly slow, provocative rhythm. He looked deep into my eyes. "Have you started lying to me, Julie?"

"No," I breathed, trying to keep it together.

Suddenly, his finger slid inside my pussy, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. "Are you lying because you don’t want me, Julie?" he asked, watching my expression.

"Because of the things you said to me..." I started, my voice raspy.

But he pushed his finger deeper, cutting me off. Instead of words, a series of moans escaped me. "I don’t understand things like love," he growled. He began to pump his finger inside me with a steady rhythm that made my strength collapse entirely. "But I know how to make you mine."

God, he knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he hadn’t said "I love you," I wanted him to fuck me right then and there. He slid a second finger in with one decisive motion, making me cry out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure hitting my core.

"Do you like this?" he asked, watching my body writhe in his hands.

"Yes... Daddy," I said, in total, weak submission.

"Repeat it," he said, increasing the speed of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy... I like it," I groaned, filled with desire.

Suddenly, he snatched his fingers out. I felt a killing emptiness a sudden coldness that made my entire body tremble violently. I looked at him with eyes glazed from the intensity. "Keep going..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

He looked at me as I panted, my chest heaving. "That’s enough," he said with provocative coldness.

"Please..." I begged, unable to stop myself.

He gave a mysterious side-smirk. "Tonight... you’ll get what you want."

He let me go, and I stood up on trembling legs that could barely support me. I did up the button of my jeans with shaking fingers. I wanted him so much it made me angry; he had left me right in the middle, without letting me climax. In that moment, I realized with bitterness that I was the one begging him. My God, what have I done to my pride?

Robert stood up and walked toward a drawer with stiff, calculated steps. He wasn’t moving with his usual fluidity; the wound was clearly causing him significant pain, but he was faking strength to maintain his image. He pulled out a black tie with blue stripes, turned to me, and asked, "Will you help me put this on?"

I stepped closer and took the tie. I had never tied a tie in my life, but I wanted to try my luck just to stay near him. I looked at the height difference between us. "Sit down. I can’t reach you."

He sat back on the edge of the bed, and I stepped between his thighs. I draped the tie around his neck and began to loop it randomly, trying to remember what it was supposed to look like. The result was messy and looked terrible. I undid it and tried a different way. He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t know how?" he asked quietly.

"I do," I snapped stubbornly. "Just give me a moment."

Damn it, Julie! It’s a tie, it’s simple! I tried a third time, but it was the same just a clumsy, lopsided knot.

He eventually caught my hands to stop me from fumbling with his collar. "Enough. I’ll do it myself."

I stepped back, blushing from my failure. "Turns out I don’t know how."

He looked at me and gave a slight smile a rare one that made my heart flutter. "It’s fine."

"Where are you going?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"I’m going out," he replied, adjusting his collar. "I need some air." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Yeah, good idea," I agreed.

He looked at me suddenly. "Are you coming with me?"

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I’m taking you with me," he said calmly.

I smiled instinctively, a surge of joy washing over me. "Yes, I want to go with you."

He finished his tie perfectly and gestured. "Axel, come."

We took Axel with us too. As we left the room, we ran into Olivia standing in the hallway. She looked at me with clear contempt, then flashed a fake smile. "Good morning, Mr. Robert. How are you?"

"Fine," he replied curtly, not breaking his stride.

He kept walking with his dignified pace, and I followed him proudly. Once outside, he signaled a guard. The guard took the wheel since Robert couldn’t drive with his injury. We sat in the back, and Axel sat in the front passenger seat.

In that moment, we felt like a real family. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining him as my husband, and that we were going to a park, the beach, or a quiet outdoor restaurant.

I was smiling at my rosy daydreams until the guard’s voice broke the silence. "Where to, sir?"

"The cemetery," Robert said in a stone-cold voice.

My smile vanished instantly. A shock like an electric current surged through me. The cemetery? Did he find out I left last night? Was he planning to bury me there alive?

I turned to him, my limbs turning ice-cold. "What are we going to do at the cemetery?" I asked, my voice trembling.