One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Chapter 78: 78/The Unquenchable Fire

Chapter 78

Stephanie’s point of view

"That is enough for today," he said with a cruelty that ate at my heart. "I will leave you to sleep with this heat, so you remember every time you look at my brother or any other man, that my dick is the only thing capable of extinguishing you... and the only thing that will deny you satisfaction if I so wish."

He let out a long breath and readjusted his clothes, watching my silent, oppressed crying. He left me in a state of emotional and physical explosion, drowning in the flood of my own lust that he refused to quench. I realized bitterly that Cedric’s punishment wasn’t through blows or physical harshness; it was through denying me relief while he was right there in my hands.

The sound of his zipper closing was the final death sentence for my desire tonight. I looked at him in shock and brokenness, my eyes wide from the trauma and the heat still gnawing at my vitals. My body was shaking violently, and my pussy throbbed with painful, rapid pulses, begging for the penetration that had been denied with such arrogance.

"Cedric... you can’t do this to me..." I whispered, my voice trembling with sobs as tears of genuine oppression slid down my flushed cheeks. "You’re killing me slowly... my body is literally burning!"

He didn’t turn back with a kind word. Instead, he went to the mirror and began to adjust his shirt collar with terrifying coldness, as if we hadn’t been on the verge of a cosmic explosion a moment ago. "The fires you lit yourself with your actions, Stephanie you must learn to extinguish them with your imagination alone," he said in a calm, steady voice that only fueled my madness. "Remember this ache in your gut well; remember it every time you think of rebelling against my authority or testing my patience."

I crawled toward the edge of the bed like a paralyzed woman, my hair disheveled over my face and my robe discarded carelessly around my waist, exposing my nakedness. "Please... just once... your dick inside me and I’ll do anything you ask... I’ll be your slave, just put me out!"

He finally turned to me, the dark look of possession and triumph still radiating from his blue eyes. He approached and sat on the edge of the bed. For a moment, I thought he had softened for me and our children. But he only reached out to wipe my tears with his rough thumb, then leaned down to kiss my belly where his children lived a long, deep kiss whose warmth I felt piercing my skin.

"You are pregnant, Stephanie, and I don’t want to exhaust your body tonight," he whispered against my skin in a deep tone that sent shivers through my being. "But your punishment is to live this hunger until morning. I want you to sleep imagining exactly how I would have torn you apart with my dick if I were truly angry."

He stood and walked toward the door with steady steps. His hand rested on the handle, then he gave me one last look, sharp as an awl: "Do not touch yourself at all. If I find out tomorrow that you masturbated to ease this ache, our reckoning will be very severe... Do you understand me, my girl?"

I could only nod my head in weakness and defeat. He stepped out and closed the door with a provocative quietness that killed all hope within me.

I collapsed onto the sheets, which were wet with my cooling fluids, clutching a pillow to my chest. The heat was still ravaging my insides, making me writhe. Cedric knew exactly that deprivation and waiting are the harshest types of human torture. He had succeeded in making every cell in my body rave for his name, and for the dick I wanted inside me now more than ever.

I pressed my belly and my naked body against the mattress with force, trying to find any means, any friction to ease that delicious pain, but his final warning "No masturbating" echoed in my mind like thunder warning of a storm.

I was hallucinating... literally. I closed my eyes and began to see images of him dancing before me; seeing him masturbating madly before my eyes, seeing the bulging veins of his dick and the thickness that would have split me in two if he had entered. I imagined the touch of his hot head stroking my eager entrance without penetrating, and I began to sob aloud, digging my nails into the pillow with violence and despair.

"Damn you, Cedric... you’re going to make me lose my mind," I whispered bitterly, as my fluids surged again to soak my trembling thighs. "How can you leave me burning like this and just walk away?"

I remained in that wretched state, tossing and turning on the bed with a body eaten by deprivation, unable to touch myself or get rid of that lust exhausting every cell in my being. Images of Cedric and his dick filled my imagination, increasing the throbbing in my pussy until I nearly lost my sanity.

Suddenly, the door handle turned, and Alex entered the room.

I bolted upright in terror, trying to pull the cover to hide my nakedness. I was still exactly as Cedric had left me; scattered, wet, and completely naked. My state was shameful; I was exactly like a cat in heat, gasping in disorientation, my eyes clouded from the repressed desire. Damn it! How did I forget that Alex would return after three hours? And how would I explain this sight to him?

Alex stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked at my trembling body and the soaked sheets beneath me. A heavy silence fell, broken only by my rapid breathing. Then he approached the bed with slow, stunned steps, shock and confusion covering his features.

He leaned slightly toward me and asked in a faint tone full of wonder: "What is this state? Steph... what happened to you?"

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