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His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same moment his other hand crushed my breast harder, fingers sinking so deep the soft flesh spilled over his wrist, my nipple trapped and throbbing under the rough pad of his thumb. He groaned against my skin, the vibration rumbling through my tit like a second heartbeat as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, tongue swirling in filthy circles. I couldn’t answer. My mouth hung open on a silent, shattered scream, drool slipping from the corner, every nerve sparking white-hot. My clit pulsed so violently I thought I’d squirt right then and there. His teeth scraped the sensitive peak, a sharp, perfect sting, and I clenched around him so hard he cursed against my skin, hips jerking involuntarily, driving that last fraction deeper until I sobbed from the impossible stretch. He felt it, felt my cunt flutter and grip him like a greedy fist, trying to drag him deeper, milk him dry. He ripped his mouth free with a wet, filthy pop and switched sides, latching onto my other breast like a starving man. He sucked deeper, hungrier, cheeks hollowing again, tongue lashing the nipple while his teeth held it captive. The pressure was obscene and relentless, pleasure-pain so intense my back bowed off towards him and my pussy clamped down helplessly around his cock still buried inside me. His free hand replaced his mouth on the first breast, pinching the slick, swollen nipple hard enough to make me sob, rolling it between rough fingers, tugging, and twisting, while his tongue tormented the other with the same savage worship. I was lost, completely fucking lost, drowning in the wet, searing heat of his mouth and the brutal grip of his hands, every nerve screaming his name while he marked me, claimed me, and owned me from the inside out. He ripped his mouth from my breast with a final, wet, obscene pop. My tits were swollen, angry-red, glistening with rivers of his spit, bouncing with every ragged breath I took, nipples so hard they hurt, shining under the dim light like they’d been polished for him alone. He stared down at them, eyes black with possession, chest heaving, cock still buried to the hilt, pulsing inside my ruined cunt. Then he smiled, slow, feral, and devastating and he started to move again. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, voice shredded raw, sweat dripping from his brow onto my parted lips like salt and sin. “This perfect little cunt still fights me like it’s the first goddamn time.” His hand abandoned my breast with one last brutal twist that ripped a sharp, desperate cry from my throat, then both palms slammed to my waist, fingers digging into bone like iron brands, claiming leverage. He used my hips like handles, yanking me down hard to meet every savage, upward snap of his hips. His cock pistoned in and out of me with force, driving me straight toward oblivion. “Take it,” he snarled against my mouth, voice feral, spit-slick lips brushing mine in a graze that felt like a bite. “Take every fucking inch like the greedy girl you are.” Another roll of his hips and he ground impossibly deeper, crushing me down until there was no space left between us, balls pressed flush and heavy against my ass, that thick, curved head buried so far inside I swear I felt him in my soul. My pussy clenched and spasmed helplessly around him, a frantic, wet milking that coated his shaft in fresh, scalding slick, the excess trickling in slow, filthy rivulets over his swollen, tight balls, dripping down the crease of my ass, pooling hot beneath us. Every vein on his cock dragged along my fluttering walls, every thrust punching the air from my lungs in broken sobs. My clit ground against his pelvis on every brutal down-stroke, swollen and hypersensitive, sending white-hot shocks through my entire body. He didn’t just fuck me, he owned me and used me for his pleasure. Rebuilt me around his cock with every stroke until the only thing I knew was the stretch, the burn, the impossible fullness of him. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't even think. I Could only cling to his shoulders, nails carving bloody crescents into muscle, thighs quivering violently on either side of his hips as he slammed his cock into me again and again and again. He lifted me higher, then drove me down harder, the wet, filthy slap of my ass against his thighs echoing like gunshots. My pussy made obscene, desperate sounds, loud, sloppy squelches every time he buried himself to the hilt, my slick spraying around his shaft, coating his balls, running in hot rivers down my thighs. My clit ground against his pelvis on every brutal down-stroke, swollen, hypersensitive, sending lightning through my entire body. My tits bounced wildly, nipples raw and aching, sweat-slick skin sliding against his. I was nothing but sensation, mothing but his. Every time he bottomed out, the thick, curved head punched against my cervix so hard my vision flashed white, a sharp, perfect pain that melted into blinding pleasure. My walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to keep him inside forever, milking him with every savage stroke. He snarled against my throat, teeth scraping, voice shredded. “Feel that, little firecracker? Feel me wrecking this cunt? You’re mine. Every inch. Every scream. Every fucking drop of cum leaking out of you right now is mine.” I sobbed his name, broken, breathless, completely undone. And still he didn’t stop. He just kept slamming into me, relentless, owning me, ruining me, making sure that when this night was over, I’d never be able to forget who I belonged to. Then, suddenly, he dragged his cock out of me, agonizingly slow, every retreating inch was pure torture. My walls clung to him desperately, sucking, fluttering, trying to keep him buried inside. The obscene, wet sound of my cunt releasing him filled the room, a greedy, hollow, desperate squelch as only the fat, leaking crown remained, stretching my entrance taut, keeping me open, aching, ruined. I sobbed at the emptiness, hips chasing him on pure animal instinct, trying to pull him back in. Ceasar paused there, just the swollen head inside, letting me feel how wrecked and stretched I was, my pussy gaping, drooling, fluttering around nothing but the promise of destruction. His grip on my hips turned bruising, fingers sinking into flesh like he was holding himself back from slamming home again. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and lethal, eyes black with hunger. “Begging for it even when I’m not inside you. This pretty little cunt can’t live without my cock, can it?” I whimpered, nodding frantically, tears streaking my cheeks. “Say it,” he growled, rolling his hips just enough to nudge that fat crown against my entrance, teasing, stretching, but not giving. “Tell me what you need, little firecracker.” “Please…” “Please what?” Ceasar taunted, voice dark silk, even when he clearly knew what I wanted. “Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what this greedy, ruined cunt is dying for.” I broke. “Please, Caesar… fuck me. Fill me. Ruin me again. I need you inside me, need you to wreck me, please…” I begged as I had no choice. Ceasar smiled, slow, wicked, devastating. “Good girl.” And then he slammed back in.JANEVERA'S POV His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same
JaneVera’s POV For the next forty-five minutes she did exactly that. Dress after dress after dress. Heel after heel. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets that could pay rent for a year. I’d disappear into the changing alcove, step out, and twirl under the soft, golden lights while she circled me like a general inspecting troops. Ten gowns, fifteen, twenty silk whispering over my skin, satin clinging, velvet heavy, feathers brushing my thighs, crystals catching the light like scattered stars. She kept shaking her head, muttering, “No… not lethal enough,” or “Close, but not cruel enough.” I stepped in and out of silk and satin until my feet ached and my head spun, while she would either nod or shake her head no. Until finally, finally, her fingers paused on a hanger near the very back. She pulled it out slowly, reverently. I slipped it on. The dress slid over me like liquid midnight poured straight from a starless sky. Tiny black diamonds were scattered across the fabric like crushed gala
JANEVERA'S POV His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same
Janevera’s POV I finished the meal faster than I meant to, shoving down the last bite and grabbing the glass of water. I tilted it back and swallowed the whole thing in one go, the cool rush doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to settle the storm twisting inside me. My mind was stuck on her. That woman. The one his guard announced so casually, like she was someone familiar, someone expected. And the more I thought about it, the more it scraped at me until I knew I wouldn’t breathe right unless I went downstairs and saw for myself. Who she was. What she was to Caesar. If she was another slut he kept around… or if she was here to replace me. I slid off the bed, still naked, not even thinking about clothes. I stalked out of the room and down the hallway, each step fueled by that ugly mix of curiosity and something worse, something I didn’t want to name. My feet hit the stairs, and the second I reached the bottom, the sight waiting for me made every muscle in my body coil tight. There
JANEVERA'S POV A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angr
CEASAR'S POV The horn blared from outside sharply, impatient, long and insistent, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. My driver kept pressing the horn as a reminder that we were late. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. Of all the fucking timing. That stupid driver had to remind me we were late. I snarled, buried to the hilt, grinding deep, cock throbbing inside her like a second heartbeat, balls drawn so tight they ached, desperate to unload but I take too damn long to come when I’m this wound up, when I’m this lost in her, when every nerve is on fire and the need to ruin her is stronger than the need to breathe. “Motherfucker,” I growled through clenched teeth. I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch drag through her ruined walls, then slammed in once more hard enough to lift her clean off her feet, grinding deep, hips rolling, trying to force it, trying to spill inside her right then and there, flooding her until she overflowed. Still nothing. With a guttural,
CEASAR'S POV The horn blared from outside sharply, impatient, long and insistent, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. My driver kept pressing the horn as a reminder that we were late. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. Of all the fucking timing. That stupid driver had to remind me we were l
Janevera’s POV I crossed the space between us, every step silent but sharp, and leaned down onto him, sinking onto his lap like I’d been invited, like I belonged there. My legs draped over one of his thighs, my hand planted behind his broad shoulders for balance and the other settling boldly on hi
JaneVera’s POV My breath fractured, a sharp, involuntary gasp that betrayed every vicious thing clawing inside me, shame, hunger, and fury twisted so tight I could taste copper. I wouldn’t fall for his words. I yanked the towel higher over my breasts, fingers trembling against the soft terry, and
NEVEN’S POV Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly it almost irritated me. The engagement banquet looked rich, chandeliers glowed softly, tables aligned with surgical precision, and the dance floor gleamed, waiting for the “happy couple” to make their grand entrance. I kept doing what was ex







