Chapter 424/When a Man Envies Himself

Chapter 424

Robert’s POV

I pushed myself up from my seat, feeling a violent, compulsive urge dragging me toward her to crush my lips against hers and drown in that relentless madness. But I clamped my fist shut tight, forcing my composure back at the very last second.

I led her toward the private room with cold, heavy steps. Even though I was the one who had orchestrated this dirty game and ordered the guard to stand in the corner, seeing him anywhere near her made the blood boil violently in my chest.

A dark, lethal impulse surfaced in my mind to draw the gun from my belt and empty the entire magazine straight into his head right then and there.

And in that split second when Julie lunged toward him with insane boldness, reaching for the sash of her red robe to untie it and expose what lay beneath... I completely lost my mind.

I lunged after her like a madman, wrapping my fingers around her arms with brutal force to pull her back. A single gap in that robe revealing even a trace of her skin to him would have triggered a bloodbath in that room.

I yanked her back with a harsh movement, slamming her onto the edge of the mattress. Wrapping the thick cloth securely over her mouth to choke back her defiance, I immediately followed it with the black blindfold to erase her vision completely.

I executed the usual performance with practiced precision: slamming the heels of my shoes hard against the floorboards to fake my departure, while the masked guard quietly backed out and slipped through the door.

I closed the distance between us, my breath short and erratic as a dark passion devoured my ribs. My fingers reached out for the sash of the red silk robe, slowly untying it and peeling the fabric off her shoulders. I waited for that cursed red shade to ignite against her warm skin, burning to see how the lingerie accentuated the contours of her body.

Instead, I froze dead in my tracks, the air completely knocked out of my lungs.

She was wearing a simple cotton set—a pair of shorts and a top that had absolutely nothing to do with seduction.

I stood there as still as a corpse, suppressing the hot air above her head so the scent of my breath wouldn’t betray my identity. To execute this cursed act to the very end, I had even swapped my personal cologne for a fresh, neutral scent resembling forest dew, stripping my throat of all speech so she wouldn’t recognize my voice.

Julie lifted her blindfolded head, her lips curling into a sharp, mocking sneer:

"What? Are you never going to talk to me?"

She tilted her chin, her tone dripping with venom. "Are you just going to stand there completely silent like a corpse?"

I didn’t answer. Slowly sliding the silk robe down her arms, my starving, burning eyes drifted toward the buttons of the simple cotton top she had worn specifically to provoke me. I began undoing them one by one, forcing a terrifying, steady calm onto my hands.

Her hand shot up immediately, wrapping around my wrist to block my movement.

A faint tremor ran through her fingertips I knew the heat of my greed had seeped into her skin, forcing her body to submit and attune to my touch.

A twisted, lethal jealousy from myself ripped through me. I was jealous to the very bone because her body was yielding to these touches while she believed, in the darkness of her mind, that a total stranger was laying hands on her.

I whipped my wrist back with swift flexibility before her suspicions could take root. As she reached out with her other hand in a desperate attempt to tear the blindfold off her eyes, my massive palm clamped down around both of her wrists with unyielding strength, locking them together above her head in a single, decisive grip.

I undone the remaining buttons with my free hand and yanked the cotton shirt off, tossing it aside.

With a firm, crushing pressure, I flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her against the bedsheet as I bound her hands behind her back with the fabric strap.

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

I ignored her screaming completely. Bringing my palms down onto her breasts, I cupped their bare weight and began squeezing with a mounting, merciless pressure purging all my internal rage and chaos into her flesh.

She gritted her teeth, forcing a desperate attempt at terror:

"Do you know that I carry dangerous STDs?"

I kept digging my fingers into her skin, my hands moving sharply along the curves of her body as if her voice were nothing more than empty air passing through the room.

"You lunatic..." she shouted louder, her voice straining against the gag. "...I have AIDS!"

I let out a silent laugh in the dark. Ah, Julie... how foolish you are.

I didn’t budge an inch. Reaching down, I stripped away the cotton shorts with a single, rough pull, then flipped her onto her back with dominant ease. Leaning my full weight over her, I targeted her neck with a deep, searing kiss.

My lips crashed against hers in a storm that stripped away all her composure. My fingers slid down between her thighs, massaging her center before thrusting a finger inside, pumping with a raw, mounting rhythm.

I watched her lose complete control. Her body vibrated beneath my hands in blatant surrender. When I wedged a second finger inside to stretch her further, I smothered her burning gasps inside my mouth. Within seconds, her walls contracted as she came heavily over my fingers.

She squeezed her eyelids shut in sheer defeat, but my hunger was far from satisfied. Pulling my lips from hers, I trailed a scattered path of burning kisses down her throat, across her chest, and down to her stomach.

I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue devouring her center with a fierce, ravenous heat, drinking in her wetness until her chest heaved in violent, unending gasps.

How I missed this body. I had touched countless women before her and after her, but not a single one came close. It was as if she alone held the key to making my body respond, while with everyone else, I was nothing more than an unfeeling corpse.

"I’m... going to come..." she whispered mindlessly, losing all command over her tongue.

Her body crested into a second release, her features completely consumed by a chaotic haze of pleasure and ruin.

I locked my fingers around her wrist and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Stripping off my clothes in rapid motions, I stepped between her knees and shoved my hard shaft straight into her mouth.

I tangled my fingers tightly into her hair, pulling her head back with absolute authority as I drove deep into her throat. Her mouth was scalding hot, squeezing tightly around my length.

I yanked my shaft out abruptly, eager to hear what would spill from her lips.

"Your dick..." she whispered with ragged, shallow breaths. "...tastes so good."

In that exact split second... dead silence enveloped the room, and the blood froze solid in my veins.

A wild, murderous jealousy tore through me, nearly driving me out of my mind! How could she utter such filthy words, seducing a man she believed to be a complete stranger?! My mind burned at the thought that she was saying this to a masked intruder!

A dark rage seized me alongside an overwhelming urge to punish her.