Chapter 54 Secret Versus Secret
"Gianni..."
Gianni ignored him completely, pushing back inside with one brutal thrust that made Cedric cry out loud enough that someone definitely heard it even through the thick walls.
"But I’m sure you already know by now that denial's my favourite," he said, starting to move again with that relentless rhythm.
"Edging you for hours. Days even. Imagine a plug buried deep in that tight ass of yours, pressing right on that bundle of nerves that’ll drive you mad. You'd wear it all day, through meals, walks in the garden, even if I decided to parade you in front of the staff."
His hand wrapped around Cedric’s length, stroking in time with his hips, and Cedric couldn't stop the animal groan that ripped out of him.
"You'd have to pretend you were fine," he continued, his voice low and filthy in Cedric’s ear. "Smile politely. Make small talk. While it wrecked you from the inside with every step. One wrong move and everyone would see what a needy mess you really are."
The words painted pictures Cedric desperately didn't want in his head, but his body clenched around him involuntarily anyway. Shivers racked through him, disgust at how casually Gianni threatened to break him completely, and desire at the filthy promise of it all.
Gianni started moving faster, his grip on Cedric’s cock firm and perfect, and Cedric was right back on that edge, teetering.
"You'd beg then, wouldn't you?" His voice was rough now, strained with his own building pleasure. "Real tears, real surrender. That's what I want from you, Cedric. Not this performance, not these pretty lies you love to tell even more than you fear me.”
"Fuck," Cedric gasped, his hips bucking up to meet him despite the restraints holding him taut. The blindfold amplified everything, the slap of skin on skin, Gianni’s ragged breathing, the way he filled him so completely that there was no room for anything else.
He was everywhere, owning him, and in those moments Cedric craved it completely. Needed the high of letting go, of being his even if it destroyed whatever was left of him.
But his threats still lingered in the back of Cedric’s head like poison. He'd actually do those things. Cedric knew he would, and that was just the start, tied down, helpless, completely at his mercy.
As if reading his thoughts, Gianni leaned in closer, his lips brushing Cedric’s jaw. "It would be so easy, you know. To dig up every little secret you're fumbling to hide from me. I could snap my fingers and have it all, your pathetic surveillance photos, that note you ate like a cornered rat, every detail of whatever amateur operation you think you're running."
His pace faltered for a beat, then slammed harder. "But where's the fun in that? Watching you squirm, trying to be a hero like a wide-eyed puppy... It's adorable, really."
He thrust particularly hard at that, gripping Cedric’s hips and pounding his thick full length into him, making sure Cedric could never take his mind off it, off him. Not even for a second.
"My one regret is that perhaps I should've blindfolded you before Maria's little demonstration," he mused. "Kept those pretty eyes from seeing what the real world looks like. You're too naive for this game, tesoro. Too soft, and you have no idea how deep the water is that you're trying to swim in."
Amusing? Adorable? Under more normal circumstances Cedric probably would’ve looked behind him to find out who the hell Gianni was talking to, because it definitely wasn’t him.
Cedric’s blood boiled despite the position he was in, his ego bruised under the casual insult. Gianni thought he was a joke, some naive kid stumbling through his empire, not even a threat worth taking seriously. Just entertainment.
Fuck that. Fuck him for patronising him while he was literally balls-deep inside him, like he was just a cute sideshow to laugh at between actual business.
Now all that submissiveness Cedric had worked up just for him started to fizzle out into nothing, anger surging hot and sharp in his head. He'd been begging, degrading himself to try to save lives, and this evil brute saw it as…
God, give him another gun with another bullet and he swore this time he wouldn’t fucking miss.
Cedric’s body still responded, traitor that it was, clenching around him, hips moving to meet his thrusts, but his mind rebelled hard. The ‘brat’ Gianni claimed to hate so much came back in full force.
Cedric tugged at the restraints, not trying to escape but to fight, to push back somehow. "Yeah?" he snarled, his voice rough from all the moaning he hadn't been able to suppress. "Is that all I am to you? Some naive fucktoy you can laugh at while you play god?"
Gianni chuckled, but there was surprise in it now, an edge Cedric could hear clearly, his hands gripped dangerously around Cedric’s cock, like he was threatening to rip it off or something. "Watch your tone—"
"No, you watch yours." The words spilt out before common sense could make Cedric stop them, fueled by rage bubbling over.
Gianni sped up in response, hand pumping Cedric faster, trying to drown him back in sensation, but Cedric wasn't done. "I am not wrapped around your finger, Gianni. And I swear to God, if you think that…”
"Cedric," he warned, his grip tightening on Cedric’s hip hard enough to bruise. But he didn't stop fucking him, didn't pull away. If anything he went harder, like Cedric’s defiance was lighting him up too.
Cedric laughed bitterly, the sound choked by a gasp as Gianni hit that spot again with perfect precision. "You might think that I’m just some stupid naïve idiot, but I’m not. I never have been and you know it. And even if I was, at least I don’t have to hide behind threats and torture just to get someone to fuck me."
Cedric needed to hurt him back somehow, to crack that smug facade even a little bit. He’d gone perfectly still on top of him, but Cedric wasn’t fucking done.
"No secret I keep could ever be as big as yours, you… You brute!" he said, the words coming from some reckless place he couldn't stop. "That your pretty, perfect bride waiting somewhere could never do it for you the way I do.”
You could hear a pin drop.
Gianni’s rhythm stuttered, his whole body tensing above Cedric as if he had just struck an actual nerve. The silence stretched thick and dangerous, broken only by their heavy breathing and the hammering of Cedric’s pulse in his ears.
Cedric couldn't see his face through the blindfold, but he felt the shift, the amusement draining away, replaced by dreadful calm.
Cedric’s heart hammered frantically. Regret flickered through the anger, but the words were already out there, there was no going back from that now.
What the hell had he just done?
Just as Cedric opened his mouth to swallow his insolence back down and beg for forgiveness all over again, a loud knock sounded at the door, demanding immediate attention.
Whoever it was had to be absolutely mental to knock at the Don’s door at that time of night, and so loudly, but Cedric was so damn grateful for the interruption.
And in the frozen silence that followed, Cedric had absolutely no idea if he'd just been saved or condemned.