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.”
Bastian's POVA knock at the door pulled me from sleep. I frowned, glancing at Lilith curled up beside me, looking peaceful, her face soft and angelic. Whoever was at the door better have a damn good reason for disturbing us.I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her, and grabbed the robe hanging on the chair. Pulling it around me, I opened the door to find Alfonso standing there, his usual cold expression firmly in place. Yeah, the ever perfect child.“Sorry for interrupting you so early,” he said, his voice as detached as ever. “ It's obvious, you are busy with your little whore.” “ Yes, my whore is perfect for me just like your wife once wanted to be.” I see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes as his jaws tightened.I leaned against the doorframe, studying him. Alfonso had always been a reminder of what I’d walked away from. The perfect eldest son. The obedient heir. The man who somehow managed to avoid being completely broken by our mother.He run a hand over his face. “ I am
Bastian's POV"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He has to be joking. It’s been years, why is he telling me this now? None of this makes sense."You heard me right, you stupid, man whoring bastard!" Alfonso roared, his voice filled with venom, as he lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar.I was too stunned to react. Lucy? Pregnant? With my child? I have a child? The words echoed in my head, louder and louder, drowning out the rest of the room. What kind of madness is this?"Now you’re speechless? When you fucked her that night, what were you expecting?" His words hit me like a slap to the face as he shook me violently, his grip tightening around my shirt."Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, shoving him off me with enough force to make him stagger back a few steps.He stared at me, eyes wide in disbelief, as if I’d done the unthinkable.But his shock didn’t last long. Slowly, his expression twisted into something dark. His eyes turned red with rage, the vei
~Lilith's POV~It can’t be true, right? What kind of nonsense is this? Ha! What has my foolhardy stubbornness gotten me into now?Bastian has two children with his brother’s wife? This family gives off serious horror movie vibes, one terrible secret after another, and somehow, I’m always caught in the middle of this madness. I need to leave.I turn away, trying to move my stiff legs, but they feel like lead. I drag them forward, forcing myself to walk, ignoring the way Bastian’s face drains of color when our eyes meet. His blue eyes are filled with fear. Hurt."Lilith, please, wait." His voice is desperate. No, I can't. I just need to get out of here. I can’t be here."Please, just listen to me," he says, his voice breaking in a way that shreds my heart into a million pieces.I want to stay. I want to hold him, tell him everything is okay—but I can’t. I’m too young for this level of drama. My own family is already a mess with my mother’s controlling ways, and now this? I can't afford
~Lilith’s POV~I gaze at Bastian's sorrowful eyes as he limps off, not from a physical injury. I doubt he even registered his hurt physically. The bruises on his face were evident from the number Alfonso did to him.Bastian continues to wander off. I wince at his swollen jaw. I wanted to call his attention to his injury but I doubt he cares. The pain he is currently feeling, is in his heart not his body. This man has been so hurt countless times by his family since I came here. They have not treated him as one of theirs. They treated him more like a stranger than their son.He looks dazed, a shadow of the man that had been in my bed earlier. All I could think about were ways I could take his pain away."Let me help you." I ran and offered my hands and shoulders to him so he could lean on. But Bastian doesn’t. He pulls away from me.I would do anything to wipe that haunted look from his eyes, yet I didn’t know how to. And if he doesn’t come to me, I don't know how I would be able to h
~Lilith's POV~Thoughts of Jamie circled around my mind. I couldn't shake the guilt I was feeling. Maybe I was too harsh. Regardless, someone needed to tell him.Maybe I shouldn't have been that someone. Jamie is an elder. When I was younger, my parents taught me that it was never the place of a younger person to correct an elder.Why they said that, I don't know. Why I am adhering to that instruction, I don't know either. But if an elder, just like Jamie, is doing wrong, shouldn't a younger one say something?Ahh... I don't know. I just spoke the truth as I saw it. As an elder, he should know he is hurting his son. Maybe it wasn't my place, but I have done it. I will just avoid him for now, just in case he is angry.Meanwhile, as for Alfonso, I can never see him as an elder. He doesn't deserve such respect from me. I can't ignore or forget the horrible words he said."Look who we have here."I could never forget that voice, no matter where I am thrown.I didn't say anything, or rathe
~Lilith's POV~When I got to Bastian's room, I could hear low, harsh whispers. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I swear, but I couldn’t help it.Bastian’s voice sounded so broken that it tore at something inside me, a piece of me, longing to take away all his hurt.“How could you do this to me?” he yelled, his voice hitching, and the raw pain in it shattered my heart into a million broken pieces.“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? And yet, you kept the fact that you got pregnant with my child after you literally drugged me to get back at your husband?!” he snarled.I had never heard Bastian sound so angry. He was such a sweet soul, but these people; his own family, had pushed him to the edge. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was speaking to Alfonso’s wife.“I don’t want to meet with you, Lucy.”That confirmed my suspicion. It was Lucy. The woman had the nerve! She had used Bastian to get back at her husband, and now she wanted to use him again, to save her son. Well, logically, Bas
Bastian's POV The low hum of the city buzzed in the distance, a backdrop to the thrum of my heartbeat. I shouldn’t be here. Not now. Not with her. But the pull was stronger than my will. I hear my footsteps echo down the hallway, bouncing off the walls like a warning. I could feel the sweat dampening my palms, the tightness in my chest that came with knowing I was walking into a willing sin. The door stood before me, simple, wooden, yet so much heavier than it should be. Behind it was everything I should avoid. Everything I had no right to want, yet, I am unable to ignore the pull. HER. Lilith Morrell. I knew she was there waiting for me. I gritted my teeth, my hand hovering and shaking over the brass doorknob. The metal was cool, but within, I burned with the heat of a thousand forbidden desires. One twist, one pull, and I’d be on the other side. I’d told myself I could handle it, her. That I could stay in control, and keep the boundary between us clear. But the more I s
~Lilith's POV~When I got to Bastian's room, I could hear low, harsh whispers. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I swear, but I couldn’t help it.Bastian’s voice sounded so broken that it tore at something inside me, a piece of me, longing to take away all his hurt.“How could you do this to me?” he yelled, his voice hitching, and the raw pain in it shattered my heart into a million broken pieces.“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? And yet, you kept the fact that you got pregnant with my child after you literally drugged me to get back at your husband?!” he snarled.I had never heard Bastian sound so angry. He was such a sweet soul, but these people; his own family, had pushed him to the edge. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was speaking to Alfonso’s wife.“I don’t want to meet with you, Lucy.”That confirmed my suspicion. It was Lucy. The woman had the nerve! She had used Bastian to get back at her husband, and now she wanted to use him again, to save her son. Well, logically, Bas
~Lilith's POV~Thoughts of Jamie circled around my mind. I couldn't shake the guilt I was feeling. Maybe I was too harsh. Regardless, someone needed to tell him.Maybe I shouldn't have been that someone. Jamie is an elder. When I was younger, my parents taught me that it was never the place of a younger person to correct an elder.Why they said that, I don't know. Why I am adhering to that instruction, I don't know either. But if an elder, just like Jamie, is doing wrong, shouldn't a younger one say something?Ahh... I don't know. I just spoke the truth as I saw it. As an elder, he should know he is hurting his son. Maybe it wasn't my place, but I have done it. I will just avoid him for now, just in case he is angry.Meanwhile, as for Alfonso, I can never see him as an elder. He doesn't deserve such respect from me. I can't ignore or forget the horrible words he said."Look who we have here."I could never forget that voice, no matter where I am thrown.I didn't say anything, or rathe
~Lilith’s POV~I gaze at Bastian's sorrowful eyes as he limps off, not from a physical injury. I doubt he even registered his hurt physically. The bruises on his face were evident from the number Alfonso did to him.Bastian continues to wander off. I wince at his swollen jaw. I wanted to call his attention to his injury but I doubt he cares. The pain he is currently feeling, is in his heart not his body. This man has been so hurt countless times by his family since I came here. They have not treated him as one of theirs. They treated him more like a stranger than their son.He looks dazed, a shadow of the man that had been in my bed earlier. All I could think about were ways I could take his pain away."Let me help you." I ran and offered my hands and shoulders to him so he could lean on. But Bastian doesn’t. He pulls away from me.I would do anything to wipe that haunted look from his eyes, yet I didn’t know how to. And if he doesn’t come to me, I don't know how I would be able to h
~Lilith's POV~It can’t be true, right? What kind of nonsense is this? Ha! What has my foolhardy stubbornness gotten me into now?Bastian has two children with his brother’s wife? This family gives off serious horror movie vibes, one terrible secret after another, and somehow, I’m always caught in the middle of this madness. I need to leave.I turn away, trying to move my stiff legs, but they feel like lead. I drag them forward, forcing myself to walk, ignoring the way Bastian’s face drains of color when our eyes meet. His blue eyes are filled with fear. Hurt."Lilith, please, wait." His voice is desperate. No, I can't. I just need to get out of here. I can’t be here."Please, just listen to me," he says, his voice breaking in a way that shreds my heart into a million pieces.I want to stay. I want to hold him, tell him everything is okay—but I can’t. I’m too young for this level of drama. My own family is already a mess with my mother’s controlling ways, and now this? I can't afford
Bastian's POV"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He has to be joking. It’s been years, why is he telling me this now? None of this makes sense."You heard me right, you stupid, man whoring bastard!" Alfonso roared, his voice filled with venom, as he lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar.I was too stunned to react. Lucy? Pregnant? With my child? I have a child? The words echoed in my head, louder and louder, drowning out the rest of the room. What kind of madness is this?"Now you’re speechless? When you fucked her that night, what were you expecting?" His words hit me like a slap to the face as he shook me violently, his grip tightening around my shirt."Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, shoving him off me with enough force to make him stagger back a few steps.He stared at me, eyes wide in disbelief, as if I’d done the unthinkable.But his shock didn’t last long. Slowly, his expression twisted into something dark. His eyes turned red with rage, the vei
Bastian's POVA knock at the door pulled me from sleep. I frowned, glancing at Lilith curled up beside me, looking peaceful, her face soft and angelic. Whoever was at the door better have a damn good reason for disturbing us.I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her, and grabbed the robe hanging on the chair. Pulling it around me, I opened the door to find Alfonso standing there, his usual cold expression firmly in place. Yeah, the ever perfect child.“Sorry for interrupting you so early,” he said, his voice as detached as ever. “ It's obvious, you are busy with your little whore.” “ Yes, my whore is perfect for me just like your wife once wanted to be.” I see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes as his jaws tightened.I leaned against the doorframe, studying him. Alfonso had always been a reminder of what I’d walked away from. The perfect eldest son. The obedient heir. The man who somehow managed to avoid being completely broken by our mother.He run a hand over his face. “ I am
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