NO ONE BUT HER

Caesar's POV

Vera’s breath hitched, a shocked, stuttering, “What…?” slipping from her lips as the warm, soapy water slicked over the curves of her body, cascading relentlessly around us. I stayed on my knees, hand sliding boldly under her thigh, lifting it and guiding her leg toward the half-open shower door, pressing her fully into the glass. She trembled against me, body quivering, completely exposed and utterly vulnerable. The sight of her completely exposed before me made my pulse spike, my body trembling with need. Her gorgeous, pink cunt glistened with slick moisture, lips parted just enough to reveal her swollen, sensitive clit, hard and peeking through with every throb of her desperate arousal. Her tight, dripping entrance pulsed with want, as if it already knew my intentions, silently begging for my fingers, my tongue, my lips, and the pleasure I ached to give, to consume her entirely.

“Leave it there, kitten,” I growled, my voice low, rough, and thick with need, keeping her braced against the glass. “Don’t move. Not a single inch,” as I roamed my gaze over her, her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples hardening under my gaze.

I leaned closer, letting my fingers slide along her slick folds, tracing the warm wetness. “You feel so good, my naughty little flame… so ready for me,” I rasped, my thumb brushing over the peak of her swollen clit, teasing it until her hips jerked, pressing into my hand.

“Ah… yes… Ceasar… please…” Vera gasped, arching into my hand, pushing her soaked cunt against my fingers, thighs trembling as she chased more of my touch. Her slick folds throbbed against my palm, pulsing with heat.

I steadied her, thumb pressing directly onto her clit, circling slowly just enough pressure to pull soft, desperate moans from her lips. “That’s it, my little flame… You love it when I play with you like this, don’t you?” I murmured, eyes fixed on her face from below, watching every twitch, every flutter, every dizzy reaction she couldn’t hide.

“Mmm… yes… Caesar… so good… Don’t stop…” she breathed, voice trembling as the water streamed down her body, slicking the heat between us. Her legs shook, her hips pressing down toward my hand, each shudder making me harder. I dragged my other hand down to her ass, cupping and kneading the soft flesh as my fingers worked her soaked slit. “You’re mine, kitten… every inch… all for me,” I growled, lips brushing just above her dripping heat so close I could feel the steam of her arousal on my mouth.

Her scent flooded me, rich and intoxicating, making my cock jerk with a sharp, uncontrollable ache. I wanted to taste her. To bury my mouth between those trembling, glistening lips and drown in the sticky, molten heat spilling over them.

Her hands slid down and clutched my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin, nails grazing lightly as a shudder ran through her. “Ceasar… please… more…” she begged, looking down at me with eyes burning with hunger, curious, and needy beyond reason.

I held her stare as my eyes drifted back to her slit, wetness glistening and gathering between her thighs. Slowly, I lifted my right hand and guided a finger between her soft, parted lips, stroking along the tender ridges before easing lower. Heat poured against my fingertip as I traced down to her tight, pulsing entrance.

I dipped in gently, sliding past the edge, feeling her clamp around me, the snug, throbbing grip still impossibly tight despite the brutal, mind‑breaking way I’d fucked her last night. Her channel fluttered around the intrusion, drawing me deeper with slow, hungry pulses.

“Please… don’t stop… Caesar…” Vera whispered, breath ragged and trembling.

Why would I stop? How the fuck could I stop? My entire body strained toward her, cock hard and throbbing, aching for her. The sight of her flushed, trembling slit, parted and slick with her desire with the heat glistening between her thighs, obliterated any thought but claiming her again. Her thighs quivered against my hand, pressing instinctively, each tiny motion a silent plea I felt deep in my core.

I gave in completely, every ounce of want, every impulse.

“Such a naughty little kitten… You drive me insane… You want me, don’t you?” I murmured, gliding a finger through her folds, sliding it up to brush the sensitive ridge of her clit. Circling slowly, teasingly, I felt it throb and twitch beneath my touch, begging for more.

“Yes… yes… all of you… please, Ceasar…” She whimpered, arching hard into my hand, her voice trembling with need, pulling me deeper into the chaotic heat of her desire. I dipped my fingertip back into her slick, hot slit from above, pressing gently inside before dragging it outward, teasing the soft, velvety folds that clenched instinctively around me. Her hips jerked against my fingers, grinding lightly, thighs quivering with each subtle, demanding movement.

My thumb flickered over her swollen clit in slow, tantalizing strokes and she shivered violently, breath ragged, gasps urgent and needy, setting my cock to twitch uncontrollably, my mouth watering with the taste of her. The sticky, intoxicating heat clung to my fingers, clinging to me, pulling me closer, making it impossible to resist plunging into her, to drown in the desperate intensity of her need.

“Ah… please… Keep going… I need you…” Vera gasped, her voice breathless over the rush of water, and a low growl rumbled deep in my chest. Hearing her admit her need so raw, so unguarded, ignited every nerve in me. My cock throbbed, heat coiling tighter as I watched her shiver, the slick warmth of her cunt glistening under my gaze.

A wicked smile tugged at my lips. So vulnerable… so desperate for me. Every shiver, gasp, and whispered plea drove me further, making my mouth water, making me ache to taste her fully, to bury myself in the sticky, molten heat of her desire. My tongue flicked lightly over her clit, fingers curling inside her entrance, and she shuddered violently, moaning my name in ragged, helpless bursts.

A deep, dangerous growl escaped me as I held her undone with a single touch, her hips pressing insistently against my hand, grinding and rolling with subtle insistence, each motion pulling me deeper, amplifying the friction, the delicious ache between us. I slid my fingers along her folds, pressing inside before dragging them back, teasing every soft ridge, every trembling line. My thumb traced slow circles over her swollen clit, flicking and grazing.

“You’re dripping for me… so wet, so perfect,” I murmured, voice low, rough, and husky, letting my words hum against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I want to taste every inch… Feel every shiver, every twitch… let me drown in you. God, you feel incredible.”

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as I began to stroke slowly between her glistening slit, warm, slick heat coating my fingers with every deliberate glide. She arched instinctively, soft, breathless gasps slipping past her lips, almost lost beneath the rush of the shower. I traced the delicate folds of her pink, wet skin with teasing, deliberate movements, savoring the way her warmth pooled around my fingers, the slick, pulsing heat tugging a deep groan from my chest.

Her hand twitched at her side, hesitant, but she didn’t push me away. Her wide, shimmering eyes locked onto mine, raw with longing with a silent surrender that made my pulse spike, blood burning hotter with need.

Her lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping as she whispered, “Please…” The single word trembled with desire and vulnerability. My heart thudded, mirroring the frantic rhythm of her pulse, yet I held back, letting the tension build, delicious and almost torturous.

Sliding two fingers along her slit, I pressed them deeper, teasing the glistening folds down toward the tight, quivering entrance of her cunt. I didn’t push inside, just brushed the taut opening, feeling it pulse and contract instinctively against the lightest touch. She clenched around nothing, trembling, and I watched, captivated, as every shiver and arch of her body radiated need.

I mapped her reactions with meticulous attention, her hips twitching, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, breath hitching with each slow, deliberate glide of my fingers yet I held back, letting the delicious tension coil tighter, savoring her helpless want without crossing the line yet.

I lowered my lips, pressing slow, lingering kisses along the curve of her inner thigh, brushing her slick, heated skin just enough to make her pulse spike. Every shiver, every soft, breathless whimper sharpened the ache coiling tightly between us, making my cock throb, hard and aching, desperate for her.

“Relax, my sweet vixen,” I murmured, voice low, rough, vibrating across her heated skin. “Just let me take care of you… No rushing, no holding back because this moment is yours and only mine.”

Ceasar's Pov

Sophia's smile wavered for the briefest moment, just enough to reveal that I’d struck the right chord, but she masked it instantly, replacing it with the smooth, professional smile she always wore to hide the flicker of hurt beneath.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a stack of printed documents, neatly clipped and perfectly arranged. I leaned forward slightly from the couch to take the files, then settled back, appearing calm while every sense in me stayed alert.

Flipping through the pages, I noticed she hadn’t just brought summaries, at least this time, she’d provided proof that went beyond the usual…distractions.

I let a pause hang in the air, my voice dropping cold, sharp, like I meant nothing but business. “Explain this to me,” I said. “Summarize, analyze, do whatever it takes to convince me you haven’t wasted my time.”

She nodded, forcing a smile. “Of course,” she said, her voice steady, though threaded with the faintest edge of anticipation. “I’ve highlighted the discrepancies, traced the trails, and cross‑referenced every entry. Step by step, I can guide you through it.”

I nodded once, coldly, letting her words settle. “Then start,” I said, my tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Convince me.”

Sophia nodded, perching on the edge of the couch handle, dangerously close. Her arm brushed my shoulder, fingers hovering over my chest, the side of her breasts pressing just enough to make me aware of her presence. Her perfume drifted in, warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. I didn’t move her.

I let her words and the weight of her presence press against me, guiding my gaze as her glossy nails traced the lines of data slowly across the spreadsheet in my hand. Every number mattered. Every detail could crack this case wide open. I needed to know everything about the missing money, and right now, nothing she did could distract me.

Her knee brushed lightly against my lap as she shifted, trying to steady herself while her breath occasionally ghosted over my neck as she leaned in to point at a figure. Her finger hovered over a line, then pressed, guiding my eyes. “Look here,” she said, voice soft but drawing me in. “The first irregular withdrawal happened three months ago. Small amounts that were barely enough to trigger any immediate flags. But over the last six weeks, the withdrawals escalated, almost exponentially. Some were disguised as routine business activity, while others were split across multiple accounts, carefully hidden to avoid detection.”

She shifted slightly, leaning closer, her thigh brushing subtly against mine, her chest grazing the side of mine as she indicated another number. “But yesterday’s… transfer,” she said, pointing firmly at the figure, her nails catching the light.

She paused, biting her lip, eyes flicking toward mine for a brief moment, as if inviting me to notice her, but I didn’t, my attention fixed on the numbers. Sensing my focus, she returned to the data. “It’s the largest we’ve ever recorded,” she added, her breath feathering across my neck, her warmth pressing closer just enough to make me aware of her body without breaking my concentration.

My jaw tightened, not because of her, but because of the sheer size of the amount she was highlighting. What in God’s name would anyone need that much money for so abruptly?

I let my eyes trace the columns of numbers, letting my mind reconstruct the timeline piece by piece. Every withdrawal, every ledger entry, every irregularity was forming a pattern, and the more I saw, the more urgent it became.

“Do you have any leads?” I asked, my voice ice‑cold and sharp with irritation. The longer I stared at the spreadsheet at the huge sums leaking out of the company with no explanation, the more it annoys me. I couldn’t do a damn thing until I found whoever was behind it.

“Possibly,” she said. Her voice was low, steady, every word chosen with care. “There are a few accounts that don’t match any authorized activity. And some of the withdrawals…”

She leaned in, her finger sliding across the trackpad before tapping a highlighted line on the spreadsheet. The entry expanded, revealing a company name that didn’t belong to any of our known partners, its registration details vague and buried behind layers of redirects.“…they’re being laundered through shell companies,” she finished, her voice steady as she turned to look at me, catching the anger sharpening my features.

My eyes stayed locked on the printed sheet in my hands, scanning through the highlighted fake addresses, mismatched IDs, and the digital trail so cleanly carved it was meant to vanish the moment anyone got too close to figuring it.

My grip tightened around the sheet. Who the hell is doing this?

Then she shifted closer, closer than necessary, her chest brushing lightly against my side as she pointed at another entry, “These transfers,” she murmured, her voice low, “If you noticed, they're coordinated. Someone knows exactly how far to push without tripping the alarms. Whoever’s behind this is smart… careful…” Her eyes flicked toward me, a quick glance from the corner of her lashes, as if she was gauging my reaction, wondering if I thought she meant me when she said “…dangerous.”

Her lips parted slightly as she spoke again.

“Whoever’s doing this is clever, I’m sure of it,” she said, her voice steady, unnervingly confident. “They’ve managed to mask the trail through multiple layers, and I’m certain whoever’s behind this is someone inside the company. Someone with almost unrestricted access.”

My mind was already calculating, reconstructing the timeline, and plotting the next move. Every cell on the spreadsheet was a step closer to the truth. This wasn’t a careless employee or a one‑off embezzlement. Someone had studied the system, exploited it, bypassed firewalls, and slipped past admin passwords. She was right. This was definitely an insider. A high‑level one. Someone with access they should never have abused.

She drew a breath, as if ready to add more, but I cut her off with a single look.

“I need names. Logs. CCTV records,” I said, my voice hard, absolute. “Every piece of evidence is tied to those accounts and the exact moment the money moved, the terminals used, every connection. Bring me everything.”

Sophia swallowed hard. “It will take time… Some of the activity traces back to admin-level access, but I’m sure whoever did this… They know the system as well as you do.” Her words carried that faint edge of praise, a subtle attempt to impress or perhaps to soften me.

At least she was right. Arrogance. Overconfidence. Recklessness. That’s the kind of stupidity that makes people easier to trap.

“And yesterday’s withdrawal?” I asked, my tone sharp and cold. “What could be so urgent that they risked moving that much? No one under my watch touches funds like that without consequence.”

Her gaze flickered, calculating, weighing possibilities. “It almost looks like it was planned to coincide with”

“Do not speculate,” I interrupted, jaw tight. “Facts. Only facts.” My patience thinned as I was so determined to find the thief so fast. Whoever had done this had already crossed a line that could cost them everything, their career, reputation and maybe more if I caught them in the act.

“And Neven’s engagement today,” she added cautiously, “the timing… It's unusual. Whoever did this might have taken advantage of the distraction.”

Or for his advantage, I thought, and my mind snapped to Neven for half a heartbeat, freezing me mid-thought. Could it be him? Using that kind of money just to host an engagement banquet? The question lingered, sharp and dangerous, igniting a cold pulse of suspicion through me.

Caesar's POV

Vera’s breath hitched, a shocked, stuttering, “What…?” slipping from her lips as the warm, soapy water slicked over the curves of her body, cascading relentlessly around us. I stayed on my knees, hand sliding boldly under her thigh, lifting it and guiding her leg toward the half-open shower door, pressing her fully into the glass. She trembled against me, body quivering, completely exposed and utterly vulnerable. The sight of her completely exposed before me made my pulse spike, my body trembling with need. Her gorgeous, pink cunt glistened with slick moisture, lips parted just enough to reveal her swollen, sensitive clit, hard and peeking through with every throb of her desperate arousal. Her tight, dripping entrance pulsed with want, as if it already knew my intentions, silently begging for my fingers, my tongue, my lips, and the pleasure I ached to give, to consume her entirely.

“Leave it there, kitten,” I growled, my voice low, rough, and thick with need, keeping her braced against the glass. “Don’t move. Not a single inch,” as I roamed my gaze over her, her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples hardening under my gaze.