All Chapters of Alpha Daddies Knows Best: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Janevera’s POV I finished the meal faster than I meant to, shoving down the last bite and grabbing the glass of water. I tilted it back and swallowed the whole thing in one go, the cool rush doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to settle the storm twisting inside me. My mind was stuck on her. That woman. The one his guard announced so casually, like she was someone familiar, someone expected. And the more I thought about it, the more it scraped at me until I knew I wouldn’t breathe right unless I went downstairs and saw for myself. Who she was. What she was to Caesar. If she was another slut he kept around… or if she was here to replace me. I slid off the bed, still naked, not even thinking about clothes. I stalked out of the room and down the hallway, each step fueled by that ugly mix of curiosity and something worse, something I didn’t want to name. My feet hit the stairs, and the second I reached the bottom, the sight waiting for me made every muscle in my body coil tight. There

JaneVera’s POV For the next forty-five minutes she did exactly that. Dress after dress after dress. Heel after heel. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets that could pay rent for a year. I’d disappear into the changing alcove, step out, and twirl under the soft, golden lights while she circled me like a general inspecting troops. Ten gowns, fifteen, twenty silk whispering over my skin, satin clinging, velvet heavy, feathers brushing my thighs, crystals catching the light like scattered stars. She kept shaking her head, muttering, “No… not lethal enough,” or “Close, but not cruel enough.” I stepped in and out of silk and satin until my feet ached and my head spun, while she would either nod or shake her head no. Until finally, finally, her fingers paused on a hanger near the very back. She pulled it out slowly, reverently. I slipped it on. The dress slid over me like liquid midnight poured straight from a starless sky. Tiny black diamonds were scattered across the fabric like crushed gala

JANEVERA'S POV I screamed as the orgasm detonated, my hands clawing desperately at his back, nails carving bloody furrows into his skin. My spine bowed clean off the couch, tits thrust high, and body seized as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy clamped down on him in violent, pulsing spasms, milking his cock so hard I felt every vein throb in response. Then I squirted, long, forceful jets of hot, clear liquid gushing out around his pistoning shaft, drenching his abs, his balls, the couch, and everything in a shameful, unstoppable flood. “OH FUCK… OH FUUUUCKKK!!!” Another jolt, then another, each spasm ripping a broken, guttural cry from my throat as I convulsed beneath him, thighs shaking, vision blacking at the edges, completely lost. “Come on my cock,” he snarled through gritted teeth, hips never slowing. “Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze me while you cum. Give me every fucking drop.” He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He just growled through it, pounding me through t

NEVEN'S POV Hit 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 b

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