Todos los capítulos de Alpha Daddies Knows Best: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 87

JaneVera's Pov Ceasar tilted his head, studying me the way a predator studies its prey, slow and almost amused. Then he leaned in, his face lowering until his lips hovered just above mine, close enough that every word brushed heat against my skin. “Say it,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Say yes, Jane.” My pulse hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat. The air between us was thick, tainted with temptation, danger, and something far worse… desire. I wanted to step back, to breathe, to think but he didn’t let me. Using his hand on my throat, he tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Stop thinking,” he whispered, each word both command and dare. “Just feel.” His grip tightened, firm enough to steal my breath, and then his mouth claimed mine. The kiss burned deep, consuming, erasing thought and reason. There was no Neven. No revenge. No logic. Only him. The weight of his hand at my throat. The taste of his breath. The way his body pressed against mine, l

NEVEN'S POV How 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 fera

CEASAR'S POV I 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

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