Caesar laid Adeline on the bed and took off her shoes. He tucked her behind her ear with a gentle caress and pulled the duvet over her. His gaze had lingered on her for a moment before he turned around to leave, however,
Yes, they were against it, but what could they do? Nothing at all. Caesar would kill them if they uttered the wrong sentence or even made an attempt to protest. It happened one too many times; they weren't dumb enough to not have already learned their lessons.
"What do you mean?" Caesar raised a brow at her. "I wouldn't hide anything from you, and I would tell you anything, so long as I had the answer," he said, resting his head against her shoulder. "You really want to know?"
We definitely need a visual of Cesar like this 😏🫠❤️🔥
Adeline was frozen for a moment, her eyes peering at such perfectly chiseled, scarred flesh, covered in breathtaking tattoos that had her almost on the floor on her knees.