Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 109

CEASAR'S POVMy cock pounded her cunt without mercy, thick, curved head slamming into that devastating spot again and again, battering it, owning it, each stroke driving her forward, tits scraping the wall, nipples swollen and burning, back arched to the breaking point.Her ruined pussy made obscene, sloppy sounds with every thrust, making her loose her fucking mind. Completely.Her screams turned incoherent, just broken, desperate wails of my name and please and fuck, tears and drool streaking her face, body shaking so violently her knees skidded on the marble.“Please…Caesar…fuck…I’m gonna…” Her voice shattered into a raw, guttural scream as another orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. Her pussy clamped down so hard I had to fight to keep thrusting, walls rippling, milking me in frantic waves. I didn’t slow, neither did I stop.I just fucked her harder, deeper, faster, using her folded body like a toy built for this exact kind of destruction, pounding her through ev

CEASAR'S POVVera's breath hitched, sharp and audible in the quiet cabin.She obeyed instantly, without question, without hesitation. The silk parted like water as her thighs fell open on the leather seat, knees trembling, exposing everything, her swollen, flushed pussy lips still puffy and glistening from earlier, the slick mess of her arousal smeared across her skin. Another slow bead of her own wetness slipped free right in front of my eyes, rolling lazily down her inner thigh like a confession.I haven’t even touched her yet.Just looked and let her feel my stare like a brand burning straight between her legs.“That’s it,” I murmured, thumb still tracing the bite on her shoulder, slow and possessive. “Show me what’s mine.”She shifted slightly, thighs spreading wider, hips tilting up just enough to give me the perfect view of her ruined, dripping cunt still open from my cock, still pulsing, still begging.I slid one hand up the inside of her leg slowly, fingertips dragging over th

NEVEN'S POVHow dare he?Caesar’s hand rested low on her bare back, palm splayed, fingers brushing the dimples just above her ass, daring anyone, especially me, to look too long.His touch wasn’t subtle.It was a public claim.A silent, vicious message: This woman you threw away?I caught her.I fucked her and I kept her.He guided her through the storm of cameras like she was his queen, like this was their coronation.Jane walked, and every step beside him felt like a knife twisting deeper into my gut.Because she wasn’t just beautiful.She was his and I?I was the idiot at the top of the stairs. Drink forgotten. My mouth dry, watching the woman I loved walk in on my uncle’s arm… glowing with proof that he’d been inside her. Again. And again. And again.And from the way she smiled at me, slowly, knowing, devastatingly, she wanted me to see every mark.Every head turned.Every conversation died.Even the string quartet faltered for a heartbeat.The paparazzi went feral, lenses snappin

NEVEN'S POVHit me. Lose control and prove in front of everyone that you’re the same ruthless animal I’ve always known lived under that tailored calm.But before the blow could land, Jane’s hand flashed out, fingers locking around his wrist.“Don’t,” she said. “He’s not worth the scene.”Not. Worth. It and I barked a laugh, jagged and unhinged, the sound scraping the back of my throat raw.“Not worth it?” I echoed, voice cracking on the edge of madness. “What about you, Jane? With a pussy so stretched and used-up it’s practically a public highway…”Caesar lunged again, murder in his eyes.She didn’t let go.Instead she stepped in front of him, chin high.“Speak for your tiny little cock and your saggy balls, old man.”A dozen strangled gasps as they weren't expecting it.A champagne flute slipped from someone’s fingers and shattered against marble.Jane laughed devastatingly. The sound was designed to annoy me.I rounded on Caesar, spit flying with every syllable. “She’ll bleed you dry

JANEVERA’S POV“I’m sorry for the embarrassment my nephew caused you,” Caesar murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he guided me through the crowd towards the dance floor. His voice was low yet intimate. The heat of his breath sent a shiver racing down my spine.I let him lead, my fingers resting lightly in his, his other hand firm and possessive on the curve of my waist. The moment we stepped onto the polished floor, the string quartet melted into a slow, sensual melody. We began to move, bodies close, steps unhurried, perfectly in sync.But even as we danced, I could feel Caesar’s mind drifting elsewhere. His gaze occasionally flicked towards the mezzanine, calculating. I knew exactly what he was thinking: how the hell could Neven even afford this obscene display? The two-million-dollar venue, the celebrities, and the army of paparazzi outside. It didn’t add up for a man who burnt through money like cheap cologne.‘Maybe Olivia funded it,’ I thought, a bitter little smi