One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Chapter 89: 89/Pleasure Under the Table

Chapter 89

Stephanie’s point of view

"You are legally insane, and you will destroy us!" I whispered, my heart thumping in terror at his recklessness.

Suddenly, and without any preamble, his large, warm hand with its prominent veins snuck beneath the wooden table, resting heavily and firmly over my bare thigh. I froze completely in my spot, as if a violent electrical current had surged through my veins. A violent shudder shook my frame, and I whispered in a sharp, hysterical hiss, "What are you doing, you maniac? Someone will see us! The maids are right there!"

"No one will see us. Calm down completely and don’t draw attention with your movements," he said, pressing his powerful fingers into the flesh of my thigh, forcing my legs to part slightly.

He slid his fingers with agonizing slowness and deadly precision along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing a terrifying heat and a mad desire to flood my veins. Then, he passed his entire hot palm over my underwear. The lower part of my belly clenched with a fierce violence. Oh, Kyra, if only you could see the conflict I am living right now and what this demon is doing to me!

I tried to grab his powerful hand to push it away, clutching his wrist as a sense of weakness and surrender began to seep into my tone. "Cedric... please, stop this... not here."

He looked deep into my eyes with defiance and mockery, asking as he shamelessly stroked me, "Stop, really? Is that what your treacherous body wants?"

I was panting secretly, and I didn’t want him to stop at all; rather, I was starved for his touch. "Yes... stop," I said in a hoarse voice that betrayed my pride.

He smiled with supreme malice and cunning as he felt my wetness begin to flow. "Liar... you are soaking wet, craving my fingers," he whispered.

His skilled, harsh fingers began to aggressively rub my pussy through the thin fabric of my underwear. I was in a state of true, fatal terror; terrified that Alex or Mr. Victor might walk into the kitchen at any second, or that the maid might notice us. I felt the heat and lust invading every inch of my body.

Suddenly, in a swift movement, his hand masterfully and professionally slipped inside my hot underwear, stroking my sensitive, swollen labia with his finger. Then, in a sudden, blindsiding thrust, he shoved his long finger deep into my pussy, driving it all the way in.

Damn it, damn it! What was this overwhelming feeling? It was a fierce, earth-shattering sensation that couldn’t possibly compare to my small finger that I had masturbated with in the dark of the night yesterday. My back arched secretly forward under the impact of the shock and pleasure. Cedric’s rough beard drew close to my ear until his scorching breath fanned over me. "Tell me... do you like my finger inside you?" he whispered.

I closed my eyes tightly, surrendering to the dominant pleasure washing over me. "Yes... Cedric..." I replied in an identical, hoarse whisper.

At that fatal moment, the maid suddenly turned toward us, holding a hot dish. She advanced, asking with utter innocence, completely oblivious to his hand beneath the table, "Would you like me to serve you some hot soup first, madam?"

My entire body stiffened, and I almost screamed from sheer terror. I pressed my palms against the edge of the tablecloth with excessive force until my knuckles turned stark white. I spoke with immense difficulty, trying to smother my panting breaths and hold back my voice so I wouldn’t utter any moan or strange sound that would expose us. "No... no, thank you... just set the dish down."

Cedric wasn’t satisfied with my terror; instead, he exploited the situation, pressing a second finger to drive it deep into my cervix. He began moving them together with speed and cruelty inside me. Involuntarily, I let out a faint, smothered moan mixed with a sharp gasp.

The maid stopped in her tracks, turning to me with surprise and concern. "Madam? Did you say something? Do you need anything?"

I swallowed hard, my words coming out broken, choked, and lost as I tried to remain steady and not collapse. "No... I didn’t... I’m fine."

"Very well, as you wish, madam. I will set the food before you now," the maid said, advancing toward the table with slow, measured steps that, in my current state, felt like an entire eternity of torture and horrific waiting.

Damn her and her coldness, and damn the sadistic Cedric who didn’t care about her presence or the possibility of our scandal at all! Quite the contrary; the terror of exposure was turning him on. He increased the pace and movement of his fingers inside me with ruthlessness, grinding against my cervix with his two thick fingers, while his harsh thumb was pressing and rubbing with infinite cruelty over my swollen, throbbing clit.

He knew exactly how to paralyze my movement and rob me of my will, and how to exploit this dreadful terror to transform physical pleasure into an enjoyable torture that surpassed the capacity to endure.

My long nails dug deeply into the solid wood of the table, leaving marks, my entire body clenching and shuddering as I tried to suppress the violent shout of climax that was beginning to gather and boil in my throat. My passionate fluids were flowing abundantly, burning under his brutal, sadistic touches, completely soaking his palm. The sound of his wet fingers frictioning inside my pussy became audible and clear to me in the silence of the kitchen and perhaps to that maid as well, if she focused even slightly on the surrounding sounds.

The maid stepped forward and placed a plate of smoked salmon directly in front of me on the table, looking at my features with genuine anxiety and dread. "Madam... your face is as red as a burning coal, and you are sweating profusely... Are you certain you are well and not suffering from some ailment?"

"I... I’m fine, just... just exhaustion and fatigue," the broken words escaped my trembling lips with extreme difficulty, as if I were dying. I was panting like crazy, my chest heaving up and down, while Cedric fixed his dark, mocking gaze directly into my eyes, smiling in sadistic triumph. His eyes gleamed with lust and possession as he witnessed my complete breakdown, my weakness, and my humiliation before him and at his mercy.

The maid leaned down slightly to adjust the position of the silver fork beside the plate. At that exact moment, at the height of her distraction, Cedric made a sudden, brutal, and unexpected move. He abruptly and forcefully yanked his two drenched fingers out from inside me, then slapped his index finger, dripping with my juices, hard against my clit. The sharp, violent strike caused my back to arch forward entirely against my will, and I let out a loud, smothered moan mixed with a sharp gasp that shook the corners of the room.

The maid whipped around with lightning speed toward the source of the sound, her eyes wide with shocking terror and bewilderment. "Madam!"