Claimed By My Ex's Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Janevera's Pov“Stop here,” I told the cabman as we pulled up in front of my boyfriend Neven’s building. The car eased to a stop, and I stepped out, a smile tugging at my lips. The cabman helped retrieve my rolling luggage from the trunk, dragged it toward me, and handed it over with a polite, “Here you go, ma’am.”I paid him, thanked him, and watched as he drove away.I couldn’t explain the rush of excitement flooding through me. After an entire year apart, I was finally going to see Neven again. I’d been forced to leave Las Vegas for twelve long months to complete my studies, and now, at last, I was finally back.Sighing happily, I rolled my luggage toward the building and when I reached the door, I knocked, only to notice it was already unlocked.Strange. Neven always locked his door, whether he was home or not. He had even told me he wouldn’t be in today. Could it be… He was actually home, waiting to surprise me? Excited rushed through me as I thought of that.Pushing the thought

Behind him, Olivia’s smug, possessive cry rang out, “Neven! Let her go, she's nothing! You’re mine now!” Her voice was sharp, vicious, and victorious. “Let her run, Neven! She was never woman enough for you. She’ll never fuck you the way I do. You’re mine now, all mine!”But he didn’t stop and by the time he reached the street, I had already flagged down a cab and slid into the back seat. I yanked the door shut and ordered the driver to go before Neven could catch up, my chest heaving as the car pulled away.“Anywhere with liquor,” I muttered.The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, caught the storm in my eyes, and wisely kept quiet. He drove in silence until the cab rolled beneath the glowing canopy of The Regent Hotel, one of those places where the lobby smelled faintly of polish and money, the kind of place that never turned away someone with cash. I paid the cab off before I exited the car and went in.Inside, the marble floor gleamed too bright beneath the chandeliers, m

I didn’t flinch when he said that, instead, I laughed softly, mockingly and daring. “Good thing I’m not small.” Then I leaned in until my lips nearly brushed his, my breath sliding over his lips like a promise and a dare. “And I’m brave enough to feel your danger… and bold enough to keep playing until I win.”The way he looked at me shifted as the seconds stretched, his gaze flickering, first surprised at how unyielding I was, then curiosity giving way to hunger, sharp and consuming with something darker threading into his gaze.I didn’t break eye contact as I tipped back my whiskey, draining it in one swallow, my throat working around the burn. It was as if the drink was strengthening my boldness and confidence, and with that, just to prove I meant every word, I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress as his gaze tracked me and my every movement, like a prey following the slow glide of my hand smoothing my dress back into place.He hesitated, his voice low, gaze still locked on me. “Wher

"Ha!", I laughed, breathless but defiant, rolling my hips harder against him, I replied, "I don't think. I know."That was the spark. I tangled my fingers in his shirt, yanking him closer before crushing my mouth over his again. The kiss was feral and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, every movement more battle than surrender.Caesar growled into my mouth, and I answered with a breathless laugh, the sound only fueling him harder.He tore me from the door, carrying me toward the bed as we devoured each other, kissing until we were forced to break apart when he dropped me onto the bed. As I landed onto the mattress, the impact jolted through me, but before he could loom above, I hooked my leg around his hip and dragged him down with me.A growl rumbled from him at my defiance, but I only hooked my fingers in his collar, pulling him lower. The mattress dipped beneath our weight as our mouths collided again, all hunger and heat.He slammed my wrists into the sheets, his grip pu

I whimpered at the loss, hips searching for him.Caesar pressed his cock hard against me once more, holding me still. "Not so fast, darlin'," he rasped, eyes dark with hunger. "I haven't even had a taste of you yet." And before I could protest, he spun me over, and I landed on the bed, breathless, with him looming between my spread thighs. His gaze roamed over me, hungry, reverent, drinking in every bare curve like I was a feast laid out for him alone.He stood just long enough to slip off my heels, tossing them aside carelessly, before crawling back up the bed. Hovering above me, his head lowered slowly, deliberately. His tongue trailed down my chest in a hot, wet line, making me shudder.My breath hitched when he bit lightly at my ribs, only to soothe the sting with a slow, wet kiss. His mouth worshipped its way lower, every touch promising ruin.His tongue dragged lower, each wet lick trail setting fire to my skin as he mapped every inch with greedy precision. His mouth dipped over