Chapter 335: 335/Choked Whispers
Chapter 335:
Julie’s POV
I froze in my place entirely, and my hand gripping the metallic fork stopped, suspended in the air in absolute rigidity as if I had been afflicted with paralysis, while I felt my cheeks igniting with a suffocating crimson like the deep blood rushing crazily into my veins. I turned to him very slowly, malice and hatred on the verge of exploding the arteries of my head and shattering my thoughts.
While I was pressing my knees and thighs together with excessive power and pain beneath the wooden table to conceal that hysterical tremor and the raging heat traveling beneath my abdomen, I ground my teeth with extreme violence. I looked at him with eyes gleaming with wickedness and said:
"Swallow this filthy tongue of yours instantly, and consume your food in silence without another word!"
Jake released a faint, cold, and sarcastic laugh that rang in the kitchen with an intolerable provocation. He returned his back to the rear, resting against the seat with a provoking coolness that drove me insane, raising his eyebrows in absolute indifference and a clear belittlement of my anger. Meanwhile, Steve intervened with great speed to break up this continuous dispute between us before it exploded, pressing his palm with force onto the surface of the table, saying in a tone filled with grumbling and exhaustion:
"We have returned again to the same endless broken record! Jake... Julie... please, for the sake of hell, cease this childish quarreling for just one night and let us eat in peace!"
Then he turned to me with tender, calm features and a warm voice attempting to reassure me, adding gently:
"Complete your dinner quietly, Julie, and do not lend his absurd talk any attention; just ignore him."
I attempted to return to consuming the food with mechanical, stiffened, and highly disturbed movements, but the boiling of my entrails with that sudden lust and the rampant desire that was gnawing at my body from the inside like fire, made every bite I raised to my mouth lodge in my throat and scratch it like broken glass. I was feeling a strange weight and a sticky, hot wetness increasing in a terrifying manner beneath my abdomen.
Whenever my eye fell by mistake or by an instinctive impulse upon Jake’s massive palms or his broad chest that appeared beneath his shirt, my cursed mind translated the matter instantly to the violent, stormy memories of Robert, and his dominant and harsh way of fucking me and breaking me upon the bed.
Damn this fallen weakness... I was on the verge of truly losing my mind from my thinking! How could the sight of the dick of this idiot Jake in the morning in a passing manner overturn my physical being and my hormones in this blatant way, making me writhe in lust and desire?!
After long, heavy minutes that passed over us as if they were an eternity of torment, Steve pushed his plate lightly, rose from his stool, and looked at us with eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, saying in a raised voice:
"Fine, folks... I am entirely finished with my food. I will go right now to change my clothes and prepare myself for going out and the stay-up, and both of you prepare yourselves with great speed as well and do not lag behind."
I tilted my head a little to turn my sight and my eyes away from him completely as if I didn’t hear him. I gripped the water glass with my trembling, convulsed fingers and gulped it down in one draft with greed, perhaps its bitter coldness would extinguish the scorching heat and the burning fire in my entrails. Then I placed the glass down with power and violence over the wooden table so it emitted a sharp sound.
Jake didn’t move a single inch from his place after Steve’s departure; rather, he remained leaning with his massive elbows on the table, tilting his powerful torso a little toward my direction with a cunning, sharp, and focused look that pierced my features. He pressed with his low, sarcastic tone that didn’t transcend a whisper, saying mockingly:
"What is the matter with you, Julie? The lines of your face are convulsed in a suspicious manner, and your entire body is trembling violently as if you are seeing a phantom... or is the morning’s action still revolving in your head?"
My limbs and bones stiffened entirely upon hearing his insolent, direct words, and the grip of my knees and thighs tightened in a painful spasm beneath the table until the bones of my pelvis pained me from the intensity of the pressure.
I felt my breaths tightening and cutting off in my chest, and the burning heat ascending crazily to dye my neck and my chest with the red color. I bit my lower lip with an oppression that crushed my dignity, looking at him with widened eyes blazing with vexation:
"You are a filthy, base human being without modesty or honor! I told you previously not to mention that revolting matter before me again, and to forget it!"
Jake released a sarcastic, mocking exhale from his prominent nose, shaking his head with extreme belittlement and a lack of respect while rising from his seat. He wiped his palms with simplicity and coolness in his pants pockets, saying with detachment:
"You are the only one who maximizes matters and manufactures a nightmare out of nothing, you woman complicated with old psychological complexes... in any case, it doesn’t matter. Prepare yourself with all possible speed for going out, because I loathe waiting and do not like to waste my time because of a child."
He turned his body with heavy, calm, and provoking paces and left the kitchen floor with total coolness. The moment his body vanished completely from before me and I could no longer hear his voice, I relaxed my torso and stiffness to the rear, resting against the chair with weakness.
I permitted myself to capture a deep breath, and my lip trembled with the hot panting and the cut-off breaths. I wiped with the back of my trembling palm over my forehead, which was damp and ignited with light beads of sweat because of that sudden and cursed lust that was still gnawing and pulsing with power and wetness beneath my abdomen, and I failed to extinguish it.
I ground my teeth with an oppression blended with intense fury and the fatal desire while I stood with difficulty on my shaking and weak feet:
"Damn you, cursed Jake... damn the day I saw you."
I headed instantly to my room to close the door, don any clothes, and prepare for this ill-omened stay-up, which I knew not how it would pass over me while I was in this exhausted and raging physical condition.
I entered my room and closed the door behind me with power and violence, leaning my stiffened back against the wood with extreme weakness while closing my eyes tightly to gather the fragments of myself and my lost calmness.
The hot and suspicious pulsing was still echoing with violence and ferocity beneath my abdomen, and that ugly and forbidden desire was urging upon my senses in a manner that deprived me of rest and serenity, igniting the fires in my limbs.
I moved with heavy and tired strides toward the wooden wardrobe, and snatched with two trembling hands a simple black dress, long enough to cover my body completely as if I were attempting to flee and hide inside it from the looks of the world and from myself.
I put it on with fingers heavily trembling with helplessness, then pulled my heavy and long winter coat and wrapped my body with it in a highly tight manner to conceal any trace of that strange jolt. I stood before the mirror for counted seconds; my cheeks were still flushed with the deep crimson due to that suppressed lust traveling in my veins, and my eyes appeared widened in a suspicious manner and highly distracted.
I took a deep breath that filled my chest and exhaled it with power to expel the features of weakness and brokenness from my face, then opened the door and exited into the hallway.
Steve was already standing there waiting for me with a lack of patience, wearing his coat, and right beside him Jake was standing with all his usual coldness and his suffocating calmness, having changed his clothes as well and donned a tight black leather jacket with which the massiveness of his broad shoulders became prominent.
The moment Jake saw me, he passed his sharp and examining blue looks slowly along the length of my body, hinting with his lips to a smile of sarcastic mockery. But I swallowed my vexation, ignored his presence completely, and fixed my eyes with power on my brother.
A smile etched upon Steve’s lips and he spoke with relief while extending his palm to open the outer door of the house for the night coldness to slash us:
"Highly wonderful... everyone is ready and prepared then without delay. Let us set off and not waste more time."
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