All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JaneVera’s POVMy 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 glared way up into his eyes that always made me feel small enough to drown in.“So who is she?” I hissed, voice shaking with barely leashed rage. “Tonight’s replacement?”Caesar’s eyes narrowed. The lazy satisfaction on his face vanished. Something colder, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous flared in its place. In one fluid, predatory surge he closed the distance, hand sliding from my throat to the nape of my neck, steering me backward until my spine met the wall with a soft, decisive thud. One thick forearm slammed into the plaster beside my head while the other kept its grip on my nape, forcing my face higher just to meet his stare. He loomed over me, the angles forcing me to feel every

JaneVera’s POVBut I sat. I let her paint me perfectly, knowing the second this night ended he would destroy every careful stroke of it with his mouth, his hands, and his cock.Xandra lifted a foundation brush, then paused, eyes flicking past me. “Uh… a little privacy?” she asked, half-laughing, half-nervous.Caesar didn’t answer with words. He prowled forward instead, slow, until his shadow swallowed the vanity lights. He bent over the back of my chair, one big hand curling possessively around my throat from behind, not squeezing, just claiming. Then he leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, slow, filthy, open-mouthed, right where he’d painted my own arousal minutes ago. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, tasting me on me, tasting himself, a low growl rumbling in his chest that vibrated straight through my spine.Xandra’s brush froze mid-air.He pulled back just far enough for our eyes to lock in the mirror, his blown wide and feral, mine glassy with need. Then he smirke

Caesar’s POVFuck the engagement.Fuck Neven.Fuck family gatherings, forced smiles, champagne toasts, and every single person who’s going to look at me tonight and pretend they don’t know exactly what I do for a living.A funeral would’ve been better. At least then I could’ve worn full black, no gold accents, no pretending to be civilized. Just a dark suit and a darker mood.But JaneVera was upstairs being transformed into a weapon, and for that alone and for the contract I’d made her sign, I was willing to play nice tonight.I’d given Xandra carte blanche, clothes, shoes, jewelry, anything and everything a woman could need to walk into a room and burn it down. I trusted her implicitly. When I’d told her, dead serious, “Make her look like something Neven will never recover from,” Xandra had just laughed that low, wicked laugh and said, “Oh, honey, leave it to me.” She always delivered.I headed to the sitting room, dressed in a freshly pressed peak-lapel tux, paired with a crisp whit

CEASAR'S POVI stepped in closer, hand sliding from her jaw to the delicate column of her throat, thumb pressing just beneath her jaw, tilting that perfect, painted face up to mine.Her breath hitched. Pupils blown wide.“You’re not walking in there until I’ve fucked you in this dress,” I growled against her lips, because there is no way I could control myself anymore. “Because the second every man in that room sees you, they’re going to want you.”My mouth brushed hers, barely a breath between us, as I let the words hang, heavy, dangerous.“And I’m not even sharing the idea of you tonight. Not even in someone’s imagination. Not tonight. Never.”Her breath hitched, pupils blown wide, lips parting on a soft, needy sound.I pressed close and kissed her hard, claiming and ruining that perfect red lipstick. My tongue swept in, tasting her, owning her mouth while my free hand yanked the slit of her dress aside. My palm met a bare, perfect ass and I groaned into her mouth when I felt nothin

CEASAR'S POVOne merciless thrust and the swollen crown punched dead-center against that sweet, devastating place deep in her core, the one that made her vision white out, made her scream like she was breaking.“Caesar! fuck! oh God, right there please!”The sound tore out of her, raw, cracked open, half-sob, half-prayer, her whole body jerking like I’d shocked her.I didn’t ease in. I ground forward, dragging the thick ridge of my cockhead back and forth over that spot in short, punishing strokes, then slammed in again, harder, deeper, until her entire body jolted with the impact.“There it is,” I snarled, voice shredded with lust. “That’s the spot that makes my name rip out of your pretty throat, isn’t it? Scream it again, baby. Let me hear how fucking deep I am.”Her walls spasmed wildly around me, fluttering, clenching, trying to trap me there, milking me with every brutal stroke.“Pleaseee…Caesarr…, oh fuck me!you're so deep!” she choked out, tears streaking her cheeks, voice spl