One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Chapter 76: 76/The Agony of Watching

Chapter 76

Stephanie’s Point of View

I struck his broad shoulder with all the strength I could muster, desperate for him to remove his suffocating hand from my mouth. But he held it there like a solid rock, staring into the depths of my eyes with blatant defiance.

"Stephanie, I’m going to remove my hand now," he said in a tone dripping with authority. "But beware if you scream, I’ll be forced to use another, much harsher way to silence you." I nodded quickly, terrified by a tone that brooked no jokes.

The moment he pulled his hand away, I couldn’t suppress my fear and let out a muffled cry. It didn’t even reach the door; he lunged at me like a starving leopard, crashing his lips against mine with brutal force. He began to kiss me with a ravenous hunger that scorched the very breath out of my lungs. I tried to push him away, but he was too solid to budge even an inch. He devoured my lips until they went numb, then pulled back slightly, gripping my jaw in his powerful fist. "I said no screaming," he hissed, terrifying me. "Is that understood?"

"Understood... understood, Cedric," I replied in a hoarse, trembling whisper.

With cold indifference, he reached out and undid the belt of my robe in the blink of an eye. I wanted to stop him, but I was under the spell of his dark charisma a control that stripped me of my will entirely.

He jerked the belt away and bound my hands behind my back with agonizing tightness, muttering with suppressed rage, "You’ve made me angry, Stephanie... very angry with your defiance." He swept the robe off my shoulders, leaving my chest bare before him. Then, he took my breast into his mouth, sucking with a primal hunger. My desire ignited like a wildfire; he knew exactly which buttons to push to make my body crave him. "Cedric... this... ah," I moaned in weak surrender.

He stopped abruptly, lifting his head to fix me with a commanding stare. His eyes asked before his tongue did: "Did I give you permission to speak, Stephanie?"

I fell silent immediately, like a frightened schoolgirl. He squeezed my nipple with his fingers, the pressure so intense it drew a muffled cry of pain and pleasure from my throat. He returned to suckling deeply while I felt a stifling heat begin to center deep in my lower belly.

Suddenly, he untied me and looked at me with cold defiance. "I’m going to put you to a real test now, to see how long you can last against your own craving."

"What? I don’t understand... what test?" I asked, lost and disoriented.

"You’ll understand now," he said with provocative mystery.

He lowered his head between my thighs and began to lick my pussy with a frantic, ravenous greed. My heart raced so fast I thought it would burst through my ribs. My hands instinctively buried themselves in his thick hair, but he jerked his head up and stopped me sharply. "No using your hands." I moved them to my chest to ease the tension, but he barked an order: "You are not to touch yourself at all, Stephanie!"

I threw my hands back onto the bed, gripping the sheets so hard my nails nearly tore the fabric. The ecstasy gathered inside me like a hurricane with every flick of his tongue. He sucked my clit with such mastery I nearly lost my mind, ready to scream his name. And then... he stopped. I felt a physical ache in my core from the sudden, cruel withdrawal. He was treating me with the same sadistic pattern he used the first night he fucked me.

"Why did you stop? Please..." I panted, writhing before him.

"This is your test and your punishment for letting my brother get close to you," he replied with lethal coldness as he stood up.

"I swear to God nothing happened between us on the wedding night! Believe me!" I pleaded with desperate honesty.

"Really?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"I swear by everything holy... he didn’t touch me!" I vowed, tears welling in my eyes.

"And the torn dress I saw?" he asked bitterly, remembering the scene.

"I couldn’t breathe because of that damn corset! I was suffocating," I answered like a lightning bolt. "He didn’t know how to undo it normally, so he tore it just to save me!"

"And that scandalous phone call with your friend?" he pushed, his eyes searching my features.

"It was just a stupid joke," I whispered, flushed with shame.

He exhaled deeply, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. "Fine. I believe you."

"Then... come on, keep going... don’t leave me like this," I said, burning with need.

But his response was a coldness that cut deep. "I won’t."

He began to unbutton his shirt with provocative slowness, revealing his powerful, muscular chest. Then his hand moved to his belt. As soon as he lowered his zipper, his thick, massive dick sprang out before me, fully erect.

I felt my pussy throb with a frantic demand. But instead of coming to me to put out my fire, he took it in his hand and began to stroke it slowly and enticingly right before my eyes.

"Cedric... don’t do this to me..." I whimpered in base supplication.

"You’re just going to watch, Stephanie," he answered, his voice thick and raspy with lust. "This is your punishment."

He began to masturbate right in front of me with total detachment. I was at the peak of my arousal and couldn’t take the torture anymore. I moved my hand toward my wet pussy, wanting to slide a finger inside to find relief, but he roared at me in a tone that terrified me: "I said no masturbating, Stephanie! Put your hand down now!"

I cried from the sheer frustration and need. "I can’t... please, I can’t stay burning like this."

"Sit up," he commanded.

I sat beside him, forced by his will. He brought his pulsing dick close to my face, torturing me with the sight and scent of it. I reached out weakly to touch him, but he stopped me sharply, swatting my hand away. "Can I... can I just touch it?" I begged, broken.

"No," came his one-word, final answer.

He kept stroking it before my eyes while I could only rub against the bedsheets, my body incinerating. The heat radiating from my pussy was making me lose my mind.

"Cedric, please... I’m dying," I said, completely shattered.

"I want you to beg more," he said cruelly, maintaining his rhythmic pace. "I want to hear your voice pleading with me."

"Please, Cedric... give it to me... I need it inside me," I begged, my voice trembling with sobs.

"More, Stephanie... say it plainly," he said, increasing the speed of his hand.

"Cedric, please give me your dick!" I screamed, losing every shred of shame in my desperation. "Fuck me now, I want to feel it stretching me open! Please, Cedric!"

But he replied with a killing coldness: "I won’t. You’ll just watch."

He was torturing me in a way that was beyond endurance. "Why? I told you the truth! Nothing happened!" I cried in agony as I saw him nearing his peak.

"That isn’t enough to atone for your sin," he said, fixing his diabolical gaze on mine. "I want you to hallucinate about me, Stephanie. I want this image burned into your memory forever."

I could only stare at his fingers gripping his massive dick, silently wishing those fingers were mine, feeling his bulging veins. I gasped for air, suffocating in the heat, suffering through the bitterness of not being able to even touch myself while I watched him reach his climax and masturbate with that brutal, erotic intensity right in front of me.

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[This Chapter is for Cedric fans. I think I’m going to face a lot of difficulty with this story. I have two teams: Team Cedric and Team Alex. It will be very difficult to satisfy you all, lol.]