Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Caesar's POVJane barely flinched at the nickname, but I saw it. The slight pause. The sharp inhale she tried to hide. Her breath caught in her throat before she forced herself to meet my eyes again. That single word, "kitten," had always undone her in ways she refused to admit, and she knew I knew it."So you did all this to win over a dare?" she asked finally, her voice low, trembling just at the edges. There it was again, the push and pull, the fight she always started but never finished. I let out a slow, controlled sigh, letting the weight of it hang in the air before I began to move around her. My steps were deliberate and measured, silent against the marble floor and a subtle reminder of the control I held in the space between us.When I stopped just behind her, I kept my hand firmly behind my back, a restraint to hold myself in check. I didn't trust my own impulse. Slowly, I lowered my head until my lips hovered just near her ear, letting my voice brush against her skin like a

Caesar's POV"Why? Are you scared of him?" Janevera asked, her chin lifting slightly, her tone sharply testing and daring me.A low, humorless sound rumbled from my throat, half a laugh, half disbelief. I looked away for a brief second, the corner of my mouth curving into something that wasn't quite a smile. Scared? The word itself was almost amusing. If anyone should've been watching their back, it should be Neven, not me.When I looked back at her, she was still holding my gaze, though her defiance wavered for just a moment. I didn't move forward, I didn't need to. The space between us was already too small, the kind that hummed with quiet tension. The heat rolling off me pressed into her, and I could feel the shift in her breathing, the tiny hitch she tried to hide.Her eyes flickered, trying to keep up with mine, but the closer I stood, the harder it became for her to pretend she wasn't affected. The air between us tightened, intimate and electric, her pulse visible where it beat

Ceasar's POV For a moment, she held her breath as the words hung between us, wrapping around her so she couldn't escape. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The pulse in her throat fluttered violently, a giveaway she probably hated me for noticing.Her fingers clenched at her sides, the same hands that had pushed me a moment ago now trembling ever so slightly.I saw the flicker in her eyes, fury trying to mask the heat beneath it, the confusion of a body that didn't seem to understand it was supposed to resist.Jane took a small step back, as if distance might save her from wanting me, but it was already too late. My words had found her, crawling under her skin, settling deep.Her chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath betraying the composure she was desperate to hold on to. She tried to glare, tried to meet my eyes without faltering, but her voice gave her away, "You can't just send your people after me," Jane said, trying to find her footing again, as if defiance could disgui

Ceasar's POV I leaned in just enough, holding the gun to head. "You said you like being close to danger," I murmured, my voice low, silky, and edged with steel. "And you're brave enough to feel my danger... bold enough to keep playing until you win...now tell me, Kitten, are you still willing to be this close? Still bold enough to play?"Her breath seemed to seize. I hadn't even pulled the trigger yet, but already the air between us crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.Jane swallowed hard, striving to mask it, to appear composed, but I caught the hitch in her chest, the faint tilt forward of her body, the subtle, instinctive lean that betrayed the battle within her, as if her very instincts couldn't decide whether to flee or surrender.I stepped closer, close enough that the heat radiating off me pressed against her like a force she couldn't ignore. My fingers cradled the gun as I brushed the barrel along her skin, sliding it from her forehead to the side of her face, making

That was it. No protest. No anger. No demand. Just... okay.I blinked, taken aback. He wasn't going to stop me?He wasn't going to say anything?I wanted him to.God, I wanted him to stop me, to tell me to stay even when I didn't want to hear it. Or maybe I did. Maybe that was the problem and when I didn't move, when my feet refused to take a single step toward the door, his voice cut through the silence."See?" Ceasar murmured, tilting his head slightly like he was trying to prove a point. "You're still here."he added, proving the point.And damn it, he was right.I screamed at myself inwardly, 'What the hell are you doing Jane!?' He had literally pulled a trigger against your chest, and yet you're still standing here.Still wanting him.I wanted him gone, far away. But every time I pushed him, I only ended up closer, like some cruel gravity neither of us could break."You're staying here with me," he said at last, his voice calm but edged with finality. Then he turned, striding thro