All Chapters of Alpha Daddies Knows Best: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

CEASAR'S POV Vera'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

Caesar's POV Vera tilted back, hips pressing insistently against my mouth, grinding and rolling over me, dragging my tongue deep inside her tight, slick core. I thrust, curling and flicking my tongue against the walls that clenched and pulsed around me, stroking the spot that made her shiver violently. My hand cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing, fingers pressing into the taut flesh as her belly drew in sharply, a tremor rolling through her, and a ragged, broken moan tore from her throat.“Ah… Caesar… yes… just like that…” She gasped, voice trembling, breath hitching as she pressed harder into me, hips bucking, desperate for more.“You like that, little fire?” I mumbled, voice low and rough, tongue sliding, curling, and pressing inside her core, tracing the sensitive ridges that made her whimper. “Tell me you love it.”“Yes… I love it, Caesar… Please… Don’t stop… I love it…” She responded, rocking her hips insistently into my mouth, grinding closer, chasing every flick, every p

JaneVera’s POV But 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

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 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 ev