All Chapters of His Playmate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I felt a wave of nausea, and a chill swept through me. Yvonne’s smile grew bigger as she gently patted my head, treating me like a beloved pet. She softly said, “You might be able to trick him, but you can’t trick me, Julia.”“I…” The words were caught in my throat, and the other girl on the bed looked confused as she watched Yvonne talking to me. Yvonee reached out and gently wiped the tear trails from my face, letting out a soft chuckle.“No need to worry, I won’t say anything.” She reassured, and I hope she spoke honestly. Then she added, “but don’t do anything foolish, or the godfather will find out.”I nodded with a hint of shyness. She got up and walked out, closing the door with a loud bang. Many questions swirled in my mind; how could she tell I was pretending? I did everything I could to ensure that no one would realize I was pretending. I excelled at acting; I was skilled at concealing something.Otherwise, she had done what I had done before. Yet, despite her efforts, she w

It felt as if my body was moving on its own; I danced with such intensity that my breath became tight. They kept throwing their money at me. One even went so far as to slap my butt. My eyes watered, but my hair concealed my face, preventing them from seeing me, along with the mask that covered my upper face. I tightened my grip around the pole and shot a glare at Yvonne, who stood near Godfather, a smirk on his face.Once again, they failed to keep their promise to me. They simply smirked, as if it wasn’t their concern.“Wow, baby… you look amazing.” they exclaimed, gathering around me. My body tightened, and the other strippers glared at me. They had a small audience, and I had drawn attention away from them, affecting their night’s earnings.Honestly, I didn’t care about their money. It didn’t matter to me, even if it cost a million dollars. What I truly wanted was for the godfather to be happy. I felt a smirk inside me, but my whole body turned cold, and all my joints started to ac

The combination of music, sweat, and cigarette smoke made me feel unwell in a certain way. Zeke pulled me in, grinning as if his greatest desire had just been fulfilled. A woman approached us, a smile lighting up her face.“Mr. Moretti, it's a pleasure to have you here…”I rolled my eyes; naturally, they had to do this wherever I went. As soon as we arrived at the reserved spot that Zeke had booked for us, It was the VIP section, and he knew I disliked the crowd; he surely had to know that.I turned to him and asked, “How much did you pay for the reservation, Zeke?”“A hundred thousand,” he replied, clicking his tongue. Then he added, “each.”He was certainly a heavy spender, but I appreciated the effort, even if I didn't say it out loud. Perhaps this could be a helpful way to clear her from my thoughts. We settled into our seats and observed the audience, noticing how they danced and displayed their wealth.To them, it may seem significant, but to me, it felt quite minor. A man in a

I held her hair firmly. I didn't mind if I was tugging at her skull. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks. I drew her closer, until everything slipped down her throat as I continued.She choked, her body went rigid. She seemed to turn pale in an instant, yet I didn’t stop. I carried on, sensing the warmth on my body. She gagged, attempting to pull me out of her mouth, but I didn’t allow her that opportunity.Meanwhile, the girl on Zeke stopped and climbed off him. She turned to the other side, her back facing him. She guided him into her, taking charge while he remained still.But I don’t do things like that; I prefer it rough, taking charge without hesitation, and making it clear that I’ve bought the power to do so. “Daddy… please…” the girl begged softly. I quickly released her hair, and she pulled away, coughing harshly. I didn’t stop there; I was eager for more. It wasn't due to any feelings of horniness; I simply wasn't feeling that way. I wanted to capture the thoughts t

Julia's POV“Strip, Julia. Or I’ll do it for you.”The sound of his voice cut through me like a blade. I froze, the air stuck inside my lungs. I had imagined this moment a thousand times in nightmares and in sleepless hours. Seeing him again after disappearing, after running away, after being dragged into the Godfather’s world—it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not here. Not in this room, with its soft amber light and its cruel mirrors and its scent of perfume and cigars. Not with him sitting in that chair, dark suit stretched across his shoulders, his eyes locked on me with a look I couldn’t read.I swallowed hard, my lips trembling. “Lucian…” My voice cracked and fell apart in the empty space between us.He didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers resting against his chin. His face was unreadable, a blank mask of indifference, but I could feel the heat of his eyes crawling over my body. They slid down from my messy hair to my trembling hand