The Game

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 over the trembling muscle until they found the wet heat of her. Still swollen, still dripping, still aching. I pushed two thick fingers inside without warning, curling them deep, feeling her clench around me like she was starving for more.

Vera gasped sharply, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Do you feel that?” I growled against her ear, pumping my fingers slow and deep while the car purred beneath us. “That’s you, soaked and desperate, still dripping from what I did to you back there. And you’re going to stay that way the whole fucking night.”

She whimpered, hips rocking helplessly into my hand, chasing more even as her body shook.

I added a third finger, stretching her wider.

The tight ring of her cunt struggled to swallow me even after everything I’d already done to her, fluttering, burning, clenching hard around the sudden invasion. She whimpered again, trying so hard to keep it low with her back arching off the seat as her thighs tried to snap shut on pure reflex.

I didn’t let them. I pressed my forearm between her knees and forced them open again, wider, pinning one leg against the door.

“Uh-uh,” I rasped, curling all three fingers hard inside her, stroking that spot that tore a sob from her throat. “You don’t get to hide. You’re going to sit here, legs spread, dripping and aching, feeling exactly how empty you are without my cock… until I decide to fill you again.”

“Caesar… no… wait… I’m still so sensitive,” she whimpered, voice cracking, knees knocking together as she tried to close her thighs around my hand, trembling like she was about to cum all over again.

I didn’t let her.

“Open,” I growled, low and lethal, wedging my forearm between her thighs and forcing them apart wider this time, pinning one leg against the door, the other hard against my hip. “You don’t get to hide from me. Not now. Not ever.”

Vera sobbed, raw and helpless, but her legs fell open obediently, shaking violently, back bowing off the seat as her slick walls spasmed and gushed around my fingers, coating my hand, dripping down my wrist in hot, filthy streams.

I didn’t stop.

I just kept fingering her slowly, deep and relentless, thrusting three fingers in and out, curling hard against that spot every time I sank them home.

My thumb reached up to brush her swollen clit in lazy, feather-light circles, never enough pressure, just wicked teasing to keep her teetering right on the edge of madness while she sobbed and shook and begged with every broken breath.

“You’re going to walk in there soaked,” I rasped, voice dark and lethal. “Pussy throbbing, thighs slick, knowing I was inside you. And when Neven looks at you tonight and he will look,” I curled my fingers hard again, making her scream my name, “He’s going to see the woman he lost and I’m going to make damn sure he knows exactly who took his place.”

Vera moaned breathlessly, her hips grinding helplessly against my hand, chasing the pressure even as tears streaked her cheeks.

I smiled before I pulled my fingers free with a wet, filthy sound.

Brought them to her mouth.

“Suck.”

She obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue swirling eagerly around my fingers, tasting herself, salty, musky, and raw. Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide with lust and surrender. I watched her throat work, watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked me clean, and felt my cock throb against my thigh like it was trying to break free again.

“Good girl,” I murmured, sliding my fingers from her mouth with a soft pop.

I wiped the last of her slick across her bottom lip like gloss.

Then I leaned back, adjusting my cufflinks and the line of my jacket, giving her a moment to breathe for now. The city lights streaked across the tinted glass and painted her wrecked, perfect face in shifting gold and shadow.

She tried to close her shaky legs, thighs squeezing together like she could trap the throb, like she could hide how swollen and sensitive she still was.

I let my gaze drop pointedly between her thighs.

“Keep those legs open the whole ride, little firecrackers. I want you dripping when we arrive.”

She hesitated, thighs trembling like leaves in a storm, a soft, mortified whimper slipping past her swollen lips.

“But… Caesar…” she breathed, so low it was almost nothing, her voice trembling with that shy, desperate edge. Her eyes flicked toward the raised partition, then back to me, wide and pleading. “We’re… not alone…” she added, shame burning across her cheeks as she still couldn’t believe I just ordered her to spread herself open again and dripping in the back of a moving car while another man sat at the front seat.

I turned my head slowly, letting the silence stretch just long enough for her pulse to spike. Then my voice dropped low, lethal, a purr that filled the cabin like smoke, “I’m not stupid enough to let another man look at what’s mine. And Luca?” I let the name hang, cold and final. “He knows if he ever turned around, or looked at you, it’d be the last thing those eyes ever saw. I’d take them myself.”

The threat settled between us, calm and utterly believable.

Her breath caught in a sharp little gasp.

I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear, letting my voice sink into that dark, private register meant only for her as I continued, “He can’t see you, little firecracker,” I murmured, lips still grazing her ear. “He can’t hear you and even if he could…” I let the threat hang, velvet and cold. “He knows better.”

Her breath stuttered and a fresh shiver rolled through her entire body, shoulders, and tits, down to those shaking thighs, and then, without another word, she let her legs fall open again. Slowly, shyly and beautifully, her knees parting wide on the leather seat, silk sliding higher, baring everything just for me.

My eyes dropped, taking in every inch of her exposed, dripping cunt, swollen with her flushed folds still glistening and puffy.

Perfect. That's what she is.

The driver never flinched, eyes locked on the road like a statue carved from discipline and fear.

The Maybach glided to a silent stop outside the venue, tires whispering over marble as it came to a halt.

I leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and velvet-rough.

“Time to go, my perfect little firecracker. Let’s walk in there and watch your ex choke on the sight of what he’ll never touch again.”

Luca killed the engine, stepped out, and opened my door with practiced, expressionless efficiency.

Showtime.

I stepped onto the curb first, buttoned my jacket with one smooth motion, and extended my hand.

JaneVera took it, her legs still unsteady.

Cameras detonated the instant we appeared, shutters clicking rapidly, flashes washing over us in white-hot waves.

I smiled slowly to the camera as I tucked her possessively against my side, fingers splayed low on her bare back, right over the gold chains that did nothing to hide my marks.

Let the game begin.