NOVGO.NET Chapter 79/Caught in the Act
Chapter 79: 79/Caught in the Act
Chapter 79
Stephanie’s Point of View
I curled further into myself on the bed, trying to shrink away so Alex wouldn’t notice the tremors racking my limbs. My chest heaved sharply as if I had run a long race, while the heat of shame stung my cheeks, staining them a scandalous crimson.
It wasn’t just the heat of shame; it was the fire of lust Cedric had left inside me, gnawing at my vitals and demanding more, leaving me in a state of total physical collapse. I couldn’t bring myself to raise my eyes to face Alex; my body was visibly shaking under his scrutinizing gaze, which I felt piercing through the covers, weighing every inch of my burning skin and exposing the truth.
I cursed my weakness in silence, spitting on the moment I surrendered to Cedric’s sadistic authority and lethal coldness. Alex broke my turbulent train of thought when his voice rose, sharp and full of condemnation, as he stepped toward the bed: "I’m talking to you, Steph. Look at me... what exactly happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing... nothing happened," I replied in a stifled voice, barely escaping my dry throat, as I gripped the covers around me with a trembling hand.
A faint, unwelcoming smile touched his lips, and he replied with a suspicious coldness that froze the blood in my veins: "Fine... as you wish."
I was stunned by his passive reaction. How could he not insist on knowing the truth? How could he see me in this wretched state my eyes clouded, my hair disheveled without uttering a single word of reproach? He moved quietly toward the wardrobe, and I heard the drawer slide open as he pulled out cotton pajama bottoms.
I watched him through my lashes, desperately trying to banish the image of Cedric and his dick from my mind, but the scene was etched into my memory like a tattoo of fire.
But Alex, instead of granting me privacy, suddenly stripped off his shirt in one swift motion. Damn it... instead of being distracted, my desire flared even more at the sight of his taut back muscles. I gripped the covers over my naked body tighter, terrified he’d notice the involuntary jerking of my limbs, which no longer obeyed me from the sheer arousal. Then he did it; with total indifference, he unzipped his trousers and let them fall past his hips, revealing his long, massive dick right before my eyes.
My God, had the two brothers conspired to torture me in a single night? And why did my body fail me, becoming so weak before both of them? He caught me staring in shock, and I quickly turned my head away, but a low chuckle escaped his lips. "No need for maneuvers, Steph," he said in a confident, mocking tone. "You can stare as much as you like. I don’t mind."
"I’m not... I’m not interested," I tried to gather the remains of my dignity, my voice wavering as I denied the obvious.
He drew closer until the heat of his naked body radiated against my face. He stood right beside me, and his dick was nearly at my eye level, like a predator lurking, inviting me to touch and taste. I bit my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood to keep from reaching out. He leaned down and whispered with a terrifying calmness: "Do you really think I’m stupid? Do you think I don’t know what’s boiling in your veins right now?"
My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. "What do you mean? What’s wrong with me?" I asked, lost.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at me with a jarring honesty that shocked me: "You are insanely turned on, Stephanie... you are screaming on the inside for someone to fuck you and end this misery."
"No... that’s not true... you’re imagining things," I replied feebly, clinging to the last thread of a lie.
He leaned in further until his hair brushed my forehead and his hot breath fanned my scorched skin. "I know you wish I’d throw myself on top of you right now and put out this fire,"
he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with temptation. "I know you crave my cock at this very moment."
I swallowed hard. Under the weight of sheer necessity and a merciless physical hunger, my last fortress crumbled. "I... I really do want that," I said with desperate honesty.
I wanted him. I needed him to fill the void his brother had left inside me. I leaned toward him, tilting my face to kiss him with blind eagerness. But as soon as my lips brushed the edge of his, he jerked away with a sudden, harsh movement. He stood tall, looking down at me with a coldness that killed my desire and turned it into bitter disappointment. "I won’t fuck you, Steph," he said sharply. "Not tonight."
I was devastated by this violent reversal.
Where was the man who had yearned for me on our wedding day, fighting everyone to have me? "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked bitterly.
He fixed his gaze deep in my eyes, as if reading my innermost thoughts. "This state you’re in... this wetness... this delirium... who caused it?" he asked, his voice full of suppressed jealousy.
"How did you reach this peak of arousal without anyone touching you?" He paused to see the effect of his words, then finished with a hiss: "Is it Cedric? Were you thinking of him?"
I tensed, my heart skipping a beat. I tried to hide my confusion with a defensive question: "Why would you assume it’s Cedric?"
"I don’t know..." he replied, donning his mask of coldness again. "And that is exactly why I won’t touch you. I am not a spare part, and I am not a substitute to fill a void, Stephanie. I refuse to quench your lust while your mind is thinking of my brother."
Oh, if only he knew that Cedric had actually been here minutes ago, playing with my nerves and scorching my body with false promises! "I’m not thinking of anyone... I’m just tired," I said shortly, trying to close the subject.
He turned away with indifference, as if I were no longer in the room. "Fine... sleep then."
He headed for the nearby sofa and sat down, completely naked, his muscular body exposed. He lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly and provocatively. He began browsing his phone with a maddening coldness, leaving me to burn in the fires of my lust alone, suffering a real ache in my lower belly.
I couldn’t take the torture anymore. How could I obey Cedric’s command and stay like this? Did he really intend to leave me awake all night, writhing in pain? "Damn you, Cedric... and damn you, Alex," I whispered to myself in suppressed rage. "If no one will put me out, I’ll do it myself."
Under the cover of the heavy blanket, with extreme caution, I slid my hand between my trembling thighs. I touched my pussy, which was drenched in its own fluids, and began to massage my swollen clit frantically. I tried to be as quiet as possible, holding my breath so Alex sitting just steps away wouldn’t hear any suspicious sound.
The feel of my fingers on my sensitive clit was a lifeline in this ocean of fire. I closed my eyes tightly and moved my finger in quick, circular motions, trying to stifle my gasps and ignore the ache in my throat from the pressure. My pussy was throbbing with an indescribable force; every tiny touch sent waves of electricity and searing pleasure through my spine.
In my fevered imagination, I began to pretend these fingers weren’t mine, but Cedric’s strong fingers. I imagined the thickness of his dick invading my pussy and tearing through this deprivation. I increased the speed of my hand, feeling a massive climax gathering in my vitals like a destructive hurricane about to explode. I gripped the sheets with my other hand, my body jerking violently under the covers.
"What exactly are you doing, Stephanie?"
I froze as if struck by a lightning bolt. Alex’s voice was terrifyingly calm, but it held a tone that made the blood freeze in my veins and a cold shiver run down my spine. I opened my eyes very slowly, my heart nearly stopping, only to find he had set his phone and cigarette aside.
He was now standing at the edge of the bed, watching the suspicious, turbulent movement of the covers over my body with a piercing gaze, as if he could see clearly beneath the fabric.