Chapter 234/Volcano of Jealousy

Chapter 234: 234/Volcano of Jealousy

Chapter 234

Stephanie’s point of view

Alexander didn’t turn around. His back remained rigid, his knuckles stark white as he gripped the edge of the dining table so hard the wood groaned, struggling to keep his volcanic rage contained.

Cedric pulled me toward him, guiding my unsteady steps out of the grand dining hall. My legs trembled beneath me as he led me up the sweeping staircase and down the long corridor toward his private wing.

He pushed open the heavy double doors to his bedroom, guided me inside, and kicked the door shut behind us with his heel.

The moment the lock clicked, I turned to face him only to find him already closing the distance between us with unmasked hunger.

Before I could take a breath, he backed me against the solid wood of the door. His large hands slammed onto the frame on either side of my head, trapping me.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead directly against mine, his hot, ragged breaths fanning across my lips.

"Finally..." he growled, his hands sliding down to clamp firmly onto my waist. "Completely alone without anyone sharing you, Stephanie."

I squeezed my eyes shut. I reached up, my palms pressing against his hard chest, feeling the frantic, heavy beat of his heart. I tried desperately to drown out the terror of tomorrow Vincetti’s blackmail, Keira’s painful words beneath the sheer, heavy weight of Cedric’s presence.

His hands slid lower, gripping my lower back and pulling my hips flush against his until there was zero space between us. He tilted his head, his lips brushing the sensitive curve beneath my ear, sending a fierce shiver cascading down my frame.

"From the very first moment I set eyes on you in this mansion..." he murmured against my skin, his hands tracing the curve of my spine, "...I’ve been burning up inside to have you all to myself like this. Unrestricted... without Alexander."

I forced my eyelids open, staring into the storm-gray depth of his eyes. Hesitantly, my fingers tangled into the fabric of his black shirt, gripping it to keep my knees from buckling.

"Cedric... please," I gasped out, my head falling back against the door. "Be gentle with me... I..."

He didn’t let me finish.

Cedric cupped the back of my neck, tilting my head up as his mouth crashed onto mine in a fierce, starving kiss. The sheer intensity wiped every coherent thought from my mind. His lips moved against mine with violent passion, trailing down my jawline, biting softly at my pulse point before returning to devour my mouth again.

In one swift movement, he scooped his arms under my knees and lower back, lifting me off my feet. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me across the dimly lit room toward the massive bed.

He laid me down gently onto the cool silk sheets, but didn’t give me room to breathe. He hovered over me instantly, his heavy, comforting weight pressing me into the mattress while his hands expertly set to work unbuttoning my dress.

A ragged moan escaped my lips at the first touch of his bare skin against mine. With every stroke of his thumbs, every shift of his body, I surrendered deeper into the haze.

He took me with a wild, consuming fever asserting his claim over every inch of my skin. My hands slid up his back, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades as I gasped his name against his throat, completely drowning in the dark bliss binding us together.

My fingers gripped his thick hair, my eyes squeezed shut as Cedric moved over me with relentless heat. His dark, breathless words hit my ear with every deep, powerful thrust he drove inside my pussy:

"You’re mine tonight, Stephanie... mine alone."

A muffled, shattered cry ripped from my chest as he buried his dick completely to the hilt, setting my inner core ablaze. Cedric reached down, his hands locking onto my hips, lifting my pelvis to deepen the intense friction between us.

His scorching breath fanned across my bare chest.

His mouth trailed hungrily down my neck, seizing my sensitive nipples one after the other before coming back to capture my open, gasping mouth. Every sharp impact of his swollen dick sliding through my aching, desperate pussy drove away the nauseating memory of Vincetti, replacing it with a raw, intoxicating fever.

"Cedric... ah... please..." I whimpered, arching my back to meet his fierce, unrelenting rhythm.

"Look at me!" he commanded, his voice dark and absolute. His hand shot up, his fingers gently but firmly cupping my jaw, forcing my eyes open.

I stared up into his dark eyes, blazing with raw possessiveness, watching his breath hitch as he struck deeper and faster. The wet, rhythmic sound of our colliding bodies echoed through the quiet room alongside my helpless cries. The coiled tension in my lower belly snapped; my legs locked tightly around his waist, my internal muscles reflexively gripping his dick in sheer delirium.

Cedric let out a low, guttural growl. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, driving into me two final, devastating times before spilling his thick, warm seed deep into my womb with a sharp gasp that shook his whole body.

He collapsed over me, his chest heaving rapidly against mine, his heart hammering against my ribs. Slowly, he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to rest over the small bump of my stomach with deep, quiet possessiveness.

I lay beneath him, my body completely spent, my mind lost in the dark shadows of this forbidden sanctuary.

Before our heavy breathing could even settle, the metallic click of the door handle echoed sharply through the room.

The heavy oak door swung wide open, slamming against the inner wall.

Alexander stood on the threshold.

His tall, broad frame filled the doorway, his brilliant blue eyes burning with a wild, terrifying jealousy that stripped away every ounce of his usual icy control.

He stood there, his hands clenched into rigid fists at his sides, taking in the sight of our bare, intertwined limbs tangled in the damp silk sheets, our skin glistening with sweat under the dim bedside light.

My stomach dropped into a abyss of pure panic. With trembling hands, I yanked the silk blanket up over my chest, pulling it to my chin. Cedric, however, barely moved; he remained stretched out beside me, propping his head up on his elbow with an unbothered, dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

Alexander stepped inside. His heavy boots clicked against the hardwood with a cold, terrifying authority. Without looking away from us, he reached back and slammed the door shut so hard the glass in the windows rattled.

He stopped at the foot of the bed. His dark gaze locked onto my flushed cheeks and wide, terrified eyes. His voice came out low, raspy, and dripping with dangerous, suppressed fury:

"Did you two think our agreement meant I would stand outside that door and listen to your screams like this, Stephanie?"