Semua Bab His Playmate : Bab 41 - Bab 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

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 th

“The Godfather needs you.” The words stopped me in my tracks. My chest felt tight, as if unseen hands were pushing me down. I sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to clear my mind, hoping that perhaps tonight would unfold like the one before. Yet, with those words, all sense of safety vanished. I stayed still at first. My throat felt parched, my palms were sweaty, and my heart raced within my chest. The fork's sharpness brushed against my inner thighs. cv Her voice was clear and confident, capturing everyone's attention, even surprising Princess. “What did you do this time?” she silently asked from across the table. I shook my head gently. As I remained silent, the door slowly creaked open. Yvonne leaned against the frame, arms crossed, her red-painted lips curved into a cool, amused smirk. “Would you like me to pull you along, Julia?Or will you choose to walk by yourself?” Her tone was firm and decisive. I took a deep breath and made my legs start to move. “Can’t I at lea

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