Novels by Grace Nwabueze

Bastian's POV “Daddy, I want you,” Lilith repeats, grinding her soft, tight ass against me, eliciting a response from my body. Truth be told, I’m addicted to her now. She knows it and takes full advantage.“Not today, wildcat. You still need rest. Now, behave,” I murmur into her ear, using that voice I know women melt for as I nibble on her neck. Lilith always tries to bring out the bad guy from my twenties.She arches her neck further, giving me a perfect view of her fair skin. It’s tempting to sink my teeth into her and mark her as mine. I want my mark on her, especially if my foolish nephew ever decides he wants her back.As much as I act unfazed by her revelation, I’m livid. Lilith is the sweetest being I’ve ever known. A little rebellious, yes, but that feistiness is exactly what I like about her.She hasn’t told me everything, I know that. And I know she’s trying to distract me, grinding her warm, wet core against me to avoid my questions.“ Daddy, you want me. I know you do.”

~Lilith’s POV~"Lilith."My body instinctively stiffened. I could never mistake that voice. It was him. The bastard who’d slept with both my mother and my best friend. What was he doing here?"It’s alright, kitten. It’s just my nephew," Bastian said in a soothing tone. Nephew? Markle was a Lockhart as well? The son of Rebecca? Well, isn’t the world just impossibly small.Bury me. I groaned inwardly. I still couldn’t stand Markle, even though I’d gotten over him, mostly thanks to how ridiculously attractive his uncle was. So, this is what Tommy meant when he mentioned Markle coming to Scotland.And, of course, the universe couldn’t resist making things worse by orchestrating his arrival while I was here with his uncle. Life really had a twisted sense of humor. I scowled."Markle, my sweet boy," Hellena began in an overly sweet tone. Sweet boy, my foot. Your grandson is a bastard, madam. He slept with the woman who stole his mother’s fiancé and the very woman you despise with so much pas

Bastian's POV I shouldn’t have been so rough with her yesterday. No matter how much I try to sugarcoat my desires and guilt, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m fucking my best friend’s daughterthe very girl he trusted me with. My phone rings, and it’s none other than Marcus, my best friend. I’ve been avoiding his calls ever since Lilith and I came to Scotland, unable to face my guilt and the knowledge of what I’ve been doing. I debate whether to answer or let it ring. Eventually, I decided to take the call. He must be worried about his daughter, especially, during the holiday season. I had planned to ask Lilith to spend Christmas with me, though I had only intended to stay in Scotland for two or three weeks at most. I quietly pull away from Lilith, not wanting to wake her. “Hi, buddy,” Marcus greets me. “Hi, bro,” I reply weakly, fresh guilt washing over me. I’ve wrestled with this over and over, the fact that I’m dating someone my daughter’s age. I’m no better than the pedophil

Lilith POV"Say that again, kitten," he drawled, his tone a perfect blend of menace and seduction. The way he looked at me, both dangerous and irresistibly sexy, sent a rush of heat and raw lust through my body, lighting a deep, aching longing I couldn't control."I don't have to say anything, Daddy. I want you, and I will have you." I looked up at him, watching the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His already engorged cock seemed to grow even harder, and I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips, desire burning through me.My insides craved to feel that thing again. He gripped my head, his eyes filled with so much lust it felt like he was devouring me whole. A shiver of anticipation ran through me at the thought of all the wonderful things he could do to me."Since you want this cock so much, I will give it to you. I’ll give you a second to pick a safe word," he drawled, tipping my chin upward so I was forced to look into his eyes.A safe word? What does he mean by safe wo

Bastian's POV Seeing her sleep so peacefully after everything that happened last night makes me want to wake her up again. Lilith came undone in my arms last night, and nothing has ever felt as good as watching her lose herself with me. I wanted her again, but I feared she might be sore from all the pounding her body endured. I softly kissed her temple. The tenderness of my own action surprised me. I guess I shouldn't be shocked that Lilith makes me feel this way. As she began to stir, I gently moved her closer into my open arms for a snuggle. She’s such a kitten. It’s only a matter of time before she starts purring. Then again, she did purr last night. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. “It's Sunday, Ella. I want to sleep in,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket over us. I chuckled again at her cuteness. “You should wake up, kitten. You need food and some ointment. And just so you know, I’m not done with you yet.” Her eyes snapped open at that. She looked at me, and it wa

Bastian's POVThe knock came, sharp and deliberate, slicing through the stillness of the room. My chest tightened as I rose, each step deliberate, carrying the weight of the confrontation I already felt brewing. I knew who might be waiting on the other side.“Get some rest, Kitten. I’ll take care of it.” My voice was calm, though my mind churned. I leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her temple. Lilith's wide, questioning eyes locked on mine, her lips parting as if to speak.“I’ll handle this,” I repeated before she could say a word.The knock persisted, insistent, like a challenge. A flare of anger rose in me. I quickly pulled on my shirt, unwilling to let this disturbance unsettle her further. Lilith had already endured more than enough.Her silence lingered as she curled deeper into the bed. Turning away, I opened the door, bracing myself. My expectations were met; two figures stood there. The stylist I’d called earlier shifted awkwardly with her equipment, while my mother stood st