One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Chapter 77: 77/The Sovereign’s Mark

Chapter 77

Stephanie’s Point of View

The oppressive silence of the room was broken only by my ragged, stumbling breaths and the sound of his hand frictioning against his pulsing dick, which challenged me with its sheer size and bulging veins. I sat beside him, my body shaking violently as if in a fever fit; the heat in my pussy made me feel as though actual fires were breaking out deep within me.

I watched his prominent veins tighten and harden with every upward and downward stroke, and I saw his eyes watching my collapse and humiliation with a cold, sadistic pleasure.

Suddenly, he reached his free hand toward me. For a split second, I thought his heart had softened that he would take me now and extinguish this blaze. But he merely placed his warm palm over my belly with a strange gentleness, stroking it calmly while he continued to rub his dick with the other hand. That tender touch was in total contrast to the dark cruelty gleaming in his eyes; it was a silent reminder of the twins I carried. He was telling me clearly that he wouldn’t harm me physically, but he would utterly shatter my pride and will.

"Do you know why I’m doing this to you, Stephanie?" he hissed near my ear, his eyes never leaving mine, which were clouded with lust. "Because you are mine alone... and these two little ones inside you belong only to me. Any thought of another man, even my brother, must be burned from your mind and vanish like smoke."

He leaned in closer, and I felt the head of his dick, wet with droplets of desire, brush against the outside of my thigh. He stroked my skin without entering, causing me to let out a desperate, muffled moan. Involuntarily, I tried to pull my pelvis toward him in a frantic surge, but he pushed me back with a demeaning softness and returned to his place. "I told you... no touching. You will only watch, and you will feel every ounce of regret for making me doubt your loyalty, even for a moment."

He began to increase the speed of his masturbation with brutal skill. The wet, squelching sound from his hand made my pussy throb with an unbearable madness, secreting fluids so profusely that I felt the sheets beneath me become completely soaked. I panted in disorientation, my fingernails scraping against the wooden bed frame as I tried to stop myself from disobeying his order and touching my clit, which felt like it was about to explode from the sheer congestion.

"Cedric... please..." I called out, my voice choked and wet with tears. "I am starving for you... don’t inflict this bitter punishment on me. Your dick is the only one I want in this world, I swear to you!"

He stopped rubbing himself suddenly. His dick was fully engorged and hard as stone, dripping with clear pre-cum. He brought it close to my face again, and I felt its intense heat scorching my skin like embers. "Beg more, Stephanie... tell me what you will do to atone for your heinous mistake? Tell me how you will be faithful to Cedric’s dick alone and no other?"

I was ready to say anything, to commit any folly, just to end this lethal torture and fill the agonizing void inside me. I was falling into a deep well of hallucinating about him, exactly as he had planned. I watched him enjoy my deprivation while his hand still stroked my belly with provocative, cold touches reminding me every second that he held absolute control over my body, my soul, and every pulse of my being.

His eyes watched with sadistic amusement as my body shivered and my pussy overflowed with wetness, shamelessly soaking the bed. Finally, he lifted his hand from my belly to grip his dick with all his might, rubbing it with provocative slowness before my eyes. I was gasping and writhing like a madwoman on the bed, trying to touch myself, but his previous roar "No masturbating" rang in my ears like a whip lashing my desire.

"Cedric... please... dick... I need it inside me now!" I screamed in total brokenness, crawling toward him on my knees in a submissive posture, trying to reach that throbbing mass that challenged my sanity.

But he backed away slightly, maintaining a distance that allowed me to see heaven without touching it. "I told you, Stephanie... tonight is a night of delirium and burning," he said in a voice as cold as ice. "I will leave you like this, scorched to the bone, throbbing with unquenched desire, until the shape of my dick is imprinted in your imagination forever, and you see no man but me in your dreams or your waking hours."

He suddenly lunged toward me, and for a moment I thought he had succumbed to my pleas. Instead, he grabbed my chin with a powerful grip and kissed me a fleeting, searing kiss that stole what remained of my breath. Then he whispered against my trembling lips: "Close your eyes."

I closed them automatically. I felt the head of his dick stroke my closed lips slowly, then slide down to my neck, between my breasts, down to my pussy which was burning like an oven. He teased my entrance with the head of his dick from the outside only, pushing slightly to give the illusion of entry without actually penetrating me. My insides twisted with real physical ache and bitter disappointment.

"Oh... Cedric... put it in... please put it in and tear me apart with it!" I moaned in total loss, trying to thrust my pelvis upward frantically so he would catch it and bury himself inside me. But he was faster; he pulled it completely away from my reach.

He stood up suddenly and began to button his shirt with unbelievable coldness. His dick was still erect and prominently bulging from his open trousers. He looked at me as I lay collapsed on the bed like the wreckage of a woman, my body twitching and my desire at its lethal peak.