Chapter 334: 334/Forbidden Comparisons and Hidden Fires
Chapter 334:
Julie’s POV
My eyes widened to their maximum extent, and I felt the shock silence my tongue and freeze the blood in my veins as if a burning thunderbolt had descended upon me from heaven to pierce my depths without mercy.
I retreated two steps backward with momentum and blind panic, and my back collided with the solid hallway wall with a force that made my spine stiffen, while my hands rose automatically to cover my face and eyes with a severe trembling and hysteria that I failed to curb.
I was breathing with dead limbs and rapid, burning breaths that suffocated my throat, my heartbeats striking my chest with a violence that completely shattered my being, as if I were in a terrifying nightmare. I did not believe, by the Lord of creation, what my eyes were witnessing just now! A massive, white dick, filled with prominent veins that told of the monstrosity of the situation... what the hell was this, by heaven’s sake?! Did this cursed, base scoundrel dare to lower his shorts before me with this simplicity and insolence that breached every boundary and red line?!
My entire face flushed, my cheeks igniting with the fires of a shame and embarrassment I had never experienced in my entire life, and a blind anger possessed me, making my entire body shudder with a violent and fatal tremor. I ground my teeth with an oppression that crushed my soul, and ground out in a raspy, shaking voice filled with screaming from behind my palms tightly clasped over my eyes:
"You base... cursed... despicable wretch! Raise your shorts right now! Damn you and damn your filth!"
The tone of his sarcastic and provoking laugh leaked to my ears, echoing in the hallway with a suffocating coldness that induced nausea, followed by the sound of the fabric of his shorts moving as he raised and adjusted them with extreme leisure, as if he intentionally meant to arouse my fury without an eyelid fluttering or feeling a single atom of shame that belongs to a normal human being. He twisted his tone with an open mockery that carried all the coldness of the world:
"Didn’t I tell you that the matter is highly ordinary and doesn’t call for all this commotion? I have already raised them; you can open your eyes now, you weeping child"
I lowered my palms slowly and with severe trembling, my body still stiffened in a spasm against the cold wall as if I had been afflicted with paralysis. I directed my looks toward him with eyes blazing with malice and hatred, sparks flying from them like two projectiles wanting to tear and burn him in his place without hesitation, and I shouted with prominent neck veins and a hysterical voice:
"You are a mental patient, Jake! Dangerously sick and in dire need of rapid treatment in a closed asylum! I swear by God Almighty, if you dare and repeat a filthy and degraded movement like this again before me, I will castrate you with a kitchen knife without my eyelid fluttering!"
I turned my body with a crazy, blind momentum and forged my path with thundering, stormy strides that struck the ground with violence toward my room. I entered it like a hurricane and slammed the door behind me with all the strength I possessed, so it emitted a colossal roar that almost dislodged the wood from its place and shattered the walls.
I cast myself onto the bed with cut-off breaths and a torn soul, burying my face between my palms while trembling like a madwoman from the intensity of agitation and embarrassment; my mind was on the verge of exploding from the abundance of thoughts, and that insolent, exposing image of him wouldn’t leave my imagination at all, sticking to my eyelids.
I began to curse him with the ugliest words and insults in my secret, counting the days, hours, and minutes that would rid me of living and sleeping beneath one roof with this base, depraved devil who doesn’t possess an atom of modesty!
I rose from the bed with rapid and disturbed strides to expel those revolting thoughts from my head, changed my clothes with great haste and chaos, and then exited the entire house to inhale some external fresh air that might extinguish the fires of my chest. I headed toward the flower shop where I work; upon my entry through the door, my eyes fell on Mrs. Sophia standing behind the wooden counter, occupied with arranging a coordinated bouquet of flowers for a customer with her usual friendly smile.
I captured a calm breath and attempted to sketch natural features on my exhausted face, speaking with an artificial calm:
"Good morning, Mrs. Sophia."
Mrs. Sophia turned to me with her warm features, responding with cheerfulness and love:
"Good morning, Julie, welcome."
I scratched my forehead with slight embarrassment and a sense of guilt for my lateness, justifying my stance in a low voice:
"I am truly sorry... I lagged behind a lot today, and I didn’t come despite being accustomed to arriving early."
She waved her hand with gentleness and total tolerance that indicated her understanding, commenting with tenderness:
"No harm done, my dear Julie. I know you have your preoccupations; do not worry at all."
I nodded my head to her in expression of my intense gratitude for her kindness, and instantly began assisting her without wasting more time. I bent toward the large boxes filled with plants, beginning to arrange the colorful flowers with my trembling fingers, throwing away the withered leaves and flowers in successive and rapid movements to occupy my mind. In the midst of our work and silence, Mrs. Sophia looked at me with a curious look:
"Mike passed by here early this time as usual, and appeared highly frustrated because he didn’t find you in the shop."
My hand stiffened completely over a thorny rose stem, and I shook my head with extreme coldness and detachment, saying to end the idea:
"Mike doesn’t come here for my sake; he only passes by coincidence to buy what he needs."
Mrs. Sophia smiled lightly, shaking her head with disbelief while continuing to clean the wooden table before her:
"You are only lying to yourself and attempting to deny the obvious and exposed, Julie."
I sighed with intense tightness and a annoyance that possessed me, adjusting my seating over the stool, saying in a cutting tone that accepted no discussion:
"Please, Mrs. Sophia, let us change the subject of Mike entirely; I have no desire to hear about him."
She raised her palms in the air in surrender and compliance with my desire:
"Fine, fine... I will be silent and will not open my mouth with another word regarding him."
Time passed slowly and heavily, all of it between the continuous movement of customers entering and exiting, and my mind’s occupation with arranging flowers, cutting stems, and selling them. In the evening, as usual after a long day, we closed the shop, and I returned with exhausted and heavy steps to the house... nothing new to mention in my boring routine.
I entered the house and felt a familiar constriction and a tightness in my chest that grew deeper; I was truly resentful and raging at the idea of Jake’s presence in this place and his sharing the air with me... damn everything, how will I get rid of this provoking, degraded idiot?! I forged my path rapidly, fleeing from confrontation toward the hallway, and entered my room instantly without turning right or left to see anyone. I lay on the bed with my full weight and tired body, resting my head on the pillow with severe exhaustion.
At that precise moment of stillness and darkness, the cursed idea I had been fleeing from all day assaulted me; I remembered in a sudden and shocking manner how Jake had removed his shorts in the morning with insolence and baseness, and his revolting, terrifying dick appeared before me... I don’t know why, and I find no explanation for my mind, but the sight of his dick made me spontaneously remember Robert’s dick!
Damn that memory... how massive Robert’s dick was, and how much it made me scream with a hysteria and an intolerable madness while it resided inside me while he possessed my body completely. Even Jake’s dick was massive in a manner provoking astonishment, and appeared to me to be of the same size as Robert’s dick, perhaps Robert’s dick was a little larger than it, but there was also a very slight difference in color only.
My entrails constricted with violence and ferocity, and I couldn’t forget the details of Robert’s dick at all, no matter how much I attempted to pretend the opposite; damn... damn my weakness! I felt the sudden lust and the burning heat traveling like fire in my veins and between my thighs, just because I remembered how he used to touch me with his massive, hot palms, and how he used to kiss me with a passion that melted my bones and made me submissive to his will. Why did this strange, ugly, and forbidden feeling come now precisely and at this wrong timing?!
Three whole years had passed with their days and I hadn’t felt such a sweeping desire and tightness; why did the fires wake up now? Was the sight of Jake’s naked, sudden dick the thing that made me recall these deep, intimate memories and awaken my feminine body in this blatant manner?!
The muscles of my legs convulsed with a strange pain and pleasure, and I clutched my thighs tightly toward each other to press on the sensitive spot beneath my abdomen, because what was occurring there of a hot pulsing and a sudden, sticky wetness transcended me completely and transcended my human capacity to endure, control, and govern my nerves. Before I immersed myself more in those panting and shameful feelings and the reins of control escaped me and I did something to myself, the door was knocked with force and detachment, and Steve entered in a sudden manner and without permission.
I jolted on the bed with a sharp tremor and fear, my color paling with confusion and fear that he might glimpse my condition. Steve looked at me with obvious confusion and knitted his eyebrows in wonder:
"What is the matter with you, Julie? Your face is pale; is there something wrong or a problem that occurred with you?"
I adjusted my seating with convulsed fingers, attempting hard to regulate my rapid, disturbed breaths, speaking with stammering and confusion:
"No... nothing indeed, just you startled me with this sudden entry of yours."
He nodded his head quietly and with a doubt he didn’t manifest, completing in an ordinary tone:
"Fine, dinner is ready on the table... come to eat."
I rose from the bed with highly heavy and tensed steps, feeling a bothersome and provoking weight in the lower part of my abdomen while I headed with him to the kitchen. The moment I stepped over the threshold of the door, I found Jake there, sitting on his chair with all his usual coldness and his detestable indifference.
His sight in itself at that moment made my mind instantly recall his morning exposing and naked image, which increased the flow of the burning heat and the panting breath beneath my abdomen in an unendurable manner that couldn’t be stopped. I ground my teeth with a fatal malice and shouted in my secret with oppression:
Damn you, cursed Jake! Damn your presence! Why did you do this to me and make my body ignite in this fallen manner?!
I pulled the chair with a dry movement and sat with rigidity, attempting with all my strength to focus on my plate and beginning to eat with a trembling mechanism and lowered eyes, while I was still clutching my thighs with excessive power beneath the table to conceal the tremor and the jolt traveling through my body. I felt a great, rampant, and crazy desire for fucking to an extent that made my breaths heavy and audible... what was this ugly and humiliating feeling to my dignity?!
Where will I find Robert now to fuck me in that violent, pleasurable, and harsh manner, and extinguish this suffocating fire and cursed lust inside me?
I glimpsed Jake from the corner of my eye as he tilted his head sideways and inspected my disturbed features with deep scrutiny and focus. Then he turned to me completely and let out a sarcastic, provoking laugh:
"Julie... your face looks highly strange and ridiculous... are you suffering from diarrhea?!"
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