changed her mood

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.

My body obeyed. Shaking, lips parted on a broken cry, I lowered myself the rest of the way, inch by thick inch until my ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling of him filling me completely stole my breath, his thick length pulsing deep inside my walls and stretching me to the brink left every nerve alive with a sharp, exquisite sensation. My body quivered with the sharp, exquisite burn of fullness and pleasure he was giving me from below as I sat impaled on him. His hands locked around my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer until our bodies moved in perfect rhythm.

My legs trembled, heat flooding through me as his gaze met mine, dark, commanding and hungry as his hips kept snapping up from below, plunging into me in hard, fast thrusts that sent jolts of pleasure tearing through my trembling body. Each movement drove him deeper, sending a shock through me, forcing my fingers to clutch at his shoulders, the sound of our bodies and our breathing echoing through the room.

My moans broke between ragged breaths, my fingers digging into his shoulders for something to hold on to.

"Good girl," he groaned, voice rough and deep, dragging me closer with a bruising grip on my hips until there was no space left between us. "Take all of me. Every bit of it."

Then, he paused, chest heaving, his eyes glittering with something wild and dangerous before his lips curved into a dark, knowing smirk. "Now," he rasped, his tone low enough to make my stomach twist in anticipation. "Ride me until you can't move." he says, lips curling into a sinful smirk.

I sat upright on his cock, palm pressed hard to his chest for balance, gasping at the overwhelming stretch that throbbed deep inside me. His lips pulled back into a wicked grin, eyes blazing with possession.

I leaned down, nipples brushing his chest, and began to move, slow, sinful, rolling my hips in a deliberate rhythm. My pussy clenched and fluttered around him, milking him with every motion as I rocked, the thick drag of his cock rubbing against every tender spot inside me.

His gaze seared into mine, his breath harsh against my lips. "You're not stopping until you soak me," he rasped darkly. "I want every drop. Now bounce. Show me how wet, how fucking ruined you are for me." His hips snapped upward with savage precision, forcing a ragged moan out of me.

Obeying, I braced harder against his chest and found my pace as I lifted myself up, dragging his thick length out of my soaked cunt until only the swollen crown stretched me open then sank back down, slow and deep, taking him all the way in again. The sensation was blinding, my walls stretched and clutched around him, pleasure rippling up my spine as I swallowed him whole.

"C-Caesar... fuck...you feel so big inside me." I moaned, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My breasts bounced against his chest, sweat slicking my skin as I rode him harder, faster. Every ridge and vein of his cock scraped deliciously against my walls, sparks of raw pleasure igniting with each thrust. The heat built, wetness spilling freely as my body gushed around him, every movement wringing him deeper inside me, every grind pushing me closer to breaking.

For a moment, he let me take control. His hands rested heavy on my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as his chest rose and fell beneath my palm. My breasts bounced with each roll and buck of my hips, nipples hard and aching, the weight of them lifting and falling in a sensual rhythm. Caesar's dark eyes locked on the sight with feral hunger, every bounce making his jaw tighten.

A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating through me, as if every teasing deliberate movement I made was as much torment for him as it was bliss for me.

"You like that, huh?" He rasped, voice rough and dangerous. "Rubbing that greedy cunt on me like you own this cock. You think you're in control, kitten? You're not. You're just my tight little fucktoy, milking me because I let you." His filthy words sent heat rushing through me, making my walls pulse tighter around him. It turned me on even more, pushing me to move faster, grinding harder, desperate to wring more of that feral hunger out of him.

But he snapped. His growl deepened as his fingers bit savagely into my hips, stealing back control. He lifted me effortlessly, then slammed me back down on his cock with brutal force, burying himself deep.

"No more teasing," he snarled, voice sharp and dominant. "Bounce on it, slut. Milk this cock with that dripping cunt." He said, plunging in from below while his hand in my hip would lift me up and bring me down to his cock, each brutal thrust struck my sweet spot, pleasure ripping through me in sharp, unbearable waves.

My back arched, a ragged moan spilling from my throat as he forced me to bounce on his cock, his grip bruising, relentless, owning my body completely. His hands slid down from my hip and seized my ass, squeezing hard, spreading my cheeks as he dragged me up and slammed me back down on his cock, making sure I took every thick inch.

"That's it," he growled, lips curling into a feral snarl, his breath hot against my ear. "Ride me like the desperate little whore you are. Don't stop..don't you fucking dare stop. I want to feel you gush all over my cock. Drench me. Use me. Show me how wet this greedy cunt can get." His hips snapped up to meet mine in savage rhythm, spearing me harder from below, driving so deep the brutal impact tore sobs from my throat.

Ceasar used my body like a fuck toy, each brutal stroke making my tits bounce against his chest, the wet slap of flesh echoing with every obscene collision. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast and sharp, making me buck and writhe even as he slammed me down onto his cock with forceful control. The double assault, his cock pounding my core, his thumb grinding against my clit, reduced me to a trembling, helpless mess.

"Take it, kitten," he snarled, voice dark and dripping with filth as his strength owned me, dragging me down, spearing me deeper with every punishing stroke. "That's right...grind that dripping cunt on me. Milk me like the obedient little fucktoy you are. I want to hear you scream when I fuck you dry."

One hand fisted in my hair, yanking me down to him as his mouth crashed onto mine in a hungry, bruising kiss. His tongue shoved into my mouth, dominating me even as his other hand crushed my ass in a bruising grip, levering me exactly how he wanted. He lifted me just enough to let his cock almost slip free, then slammed me back down in one brutal thrust, forcing a scream from my lips. Again. Again. Again. using me like his perfect fucktoy.

The obscene slap of my ass against his thighs filled the room, each sound punctuated by my broken cries. He set a furious rhythm, thrusting up into me with such forceful precision that it was almost painful but I loved it, how wild he was. I reveled in it, drowning in the wild need he unleashed for me.

His grip tightened on my ass, dragging me harder onto him as I arched back, moaning shamelessly. He leaned up, teeth grazing my throat, his voice a filthy rasp against my skin, "You love it don't you? You love being fucked raw like this. Say it. Tell me this cunt belongs to me while I fuck you." He slammed into the deepest part of me, a shockwave of heat and force that made me cry out and drive my hips harder.

I moaned louder, my body trembling as every brutal thrust sent electric raw ecstasy through me. "Yessss....oh fuck, yes! harder!" I screamed, rocking down on him and matching his pace. Our movements turned frantic, racing toward the edge.

Caesar grunted, breath rough and urgent while mine came in ragged, desperate, fast gasps. My body was spent, trembling, but his rhythm only grew faster, his hips snapping up to meet every desperate drop of mine, his cock spearing me deeper and harder. My pussy was slick and messy, the wet sounds were obscene as my body finally gave in as it hit me like a live wire setting my whole body alight.

My muscles convulsed, my pussy clamping and milking him as hot spasms shuddered through my hips. "Ceasaaaaar!" I screamed, nails digging into his shoulders while the first gush erupted, violent and unexpected, splattering across his abs and slickening his cock. He didn't stop, he hammered into me, and another pulse followed, hotter and wetter, a shameless torrent that poured out and soaked his thighs.

The sheets darkened beneath us as liquid sprayed in reckless waves, slapping against my inner thighs and running down his skin. I tried to clamp my knees together, to hold it back, but every brutal spasm forced out more messy, endless bursts that left me trembling and raw. My body jerked with each spray, moans breaking into sobs as the release continued, overwhelming and uncontrollable.

Caesar watched me with that hungry, possessive look as I squirt over him and I knew he wanted more and every drop.

"That's it!" he roared, eyes blazing as he watched me unravel. "Good fucking girl squirt for me. Drown me, kitten." He drove into me harder, dragging each last drop out of me, pushing me past pleasure into something gloriously wrecked.

Tears blurred my vision and my breath came in ragged gasps. When I finally stilled, spent and shaking, he kept his hand heavy on my hip, his other hand sliding to my throat in a possessive, grounding grip.

"That's a good gurl," he growled, drawing the word out in a filthy, teasing drawl right against my ear, making it sound sinful, dirty, and unbearably sexy. His lips brushed my skin as his voice dropped darker. "My greedy little cockslut... you love being ruined by me, don't you? Say it. Say you love being my wet, messy little toy."

Even exhausted, trembling, and shaking apart, I obeyed, my voice raw and breaking. "Ceasar... y-yes-I love it. I'm yours."

I sobbed his name, thrashing helplessly as he fucked me through the aftershocks, hammering into my overstimulated, ruined cunt until I was nothing but a soaked, broken mess pressed tight to his chest.

"Fuck, look at you," he snarled, hunger blazing in his gaze as he stared down at the sloppy mess between us. "Soaking me... losing yourself all over my cock. You're mine, kitten. Every filthy, messy drop is mine." he said and I couldn't even form words, only gasping and clawing down his chest. My head threw back as he bounced me on his cock, his hips pounding up to meet every desperate, shaky grind ride of mine. My cum poured out shamelessly, dripping down his thighs in a hot, soaking flood. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my thighs quaking around him.

Ceasar leaned forward suddenly, capturing my breast between his lips. His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking it deep before biting down just enough to make me cry out. His voice rumbled dark against my skin, "These tits... mine too. Every bounce, every shake. Fuck, I'll mark them all."

"Y-yes!" I moaned raggedly, back arching as the sharp sting only fueled the heat coursing through me. "All yours, Caesar... Take it...all of me." I said submissively, freely giving my body to him to ruin me however he wants while I enjoy it.