I know you want me

Bastian's POV

Today was the Ammoret charity ball, I would likely be meeting Lilith there. I have been avoiding her. It has not been easy but I have to do it for her.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the tenth time. The silk caught the light just right, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t focus on my reflection, no matter how bad I tried.

My mind was spinning from another damn message from her. I got it this morning. Her voice, her moans, they had haunted me all day, making it impossible to keep my thoughts straight even at the office.

Tonight was meant to be different. I had forged a plan. I was going to protect and avoid her at all costs. That’s why I had asked Sabrina to come with me to the event. Sabrina was everything I should want, gorgeous, smart, and most importantly, age-appropriate.

I could do this. I could. I will not screw this.

I made my way to the event, Los Angeles, lights flashing by in a blur, I forced myself to think about Sabrina. She had been indirectly and not so subtly, dropping hints for months now, trying to get me to notice her in ways that went beyond polite business dinners and business functions. Tonight, she will be my distraction. My way out.

When I pulled up to the party, Sabrina was already waiting for me, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves. She looked stunning, no doubt. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, and her lips curled into a perfect smile as I approached.

“Bastian,” she purred, her hand slipping through the crook of my arm. “You clean up nice.”

“You look beautiful, Sabrina,” I replied, trying to push the image of Lilith out of my mind. Tonight was about Sabrina, not the fiery redhead who was driving me insane.

We entered the ballroom, the soft hum of music filling the space as guests mingled, champagne flutes in hand. Everything about the room was perfect, elegant, refined, the kind of event where old money met new power. But as we stepped further into the crowd, my eyes scanned the room, searching for someone I knew I shouldn’t be looking for.

And then as always I saw her.

Lilith.

My breath caught in my throat, my chest tightening. She stood near the far end of the room, her body wrapped in a slinky, red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The deep crimson made her pale skin glow, her ginger hair catching the light like flames. She was stunning, breathtaking even, and all I could think about was how much I wanted her.

“Bastian?”

Sabrina’s voice snapped me back to reality, her hand squeezing my arm. I turned to her, forcing a smile. “Sorry. Just distracted.”

She smiled back, not noticing the way my eyes kept wandering back to Lilith. I couldn’t help it. Even from across the room, she was magnetic. She had that same wicked smile on her lips, the one that made it clear she knew exactly what she wanted. And I hated that it was working.

As the night wore on, I tried to focus on Sabrina. We talked, we laughed, and I even caught Marcus’s eye from across the room. He grinned at me and sauntered over, a drink in hand.

“Finally, man,” Marcus said, clapping me on the back. “I don’t understand your celibacy era, but it’s about time you got back in the game.”

I forced a laugh, even though my insides twisted. “Says the man without a wife or girlfriend.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you’re not me. Seriously though, Sabrina looks good on your arm. You two make a good match.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest. I didn’t need Marcus’s approval. I needed to get through this night without falling apart.

The evening dragged on, and despite Sabrina’s best efforts, my mind kept straying back to the kitten I wanted. Every time I caught sight of her, she was surrounded by people, laughing, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. She looked perfect, like she didn’t have a care in the world. But I knew better. Lilith isn't as innocent as she looks.

By the time we left the party, my muscles were strained. My mind racing with all the things I shouldn’t have been thinking about. Of all the things I could do to her and how I wanted to rip that gown from her body. Sabrina slipped her hand into mine as we walked toward the car, her eyes searching mine.

“Tonight was fun,” she said softly, her voice laced with expectation. “I was hoping we could continue it... somewhere more private.” She said in a seductive manner.

Her meaning was clear. I knew what she wanted, what she had wanted for some time now. And for a brief moment, I considered it. Sabrina was beautiful, confident, everything I should want in a woman. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the image of Lilith’s red dress, the way her eyes had burned into me from across the room.

“I’m sorry,” I said finally, pulling my hand away. “Tonight’s not a good night.”

Disappointment flashed across her face, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You know, Bastian, I’ve been patient. Really patient. But I’m starting to think maybe you’re just not interested.”

I didn’t have the energy to argue. “It’s not that. I’m just…there’s a lot going on right now.”

Sabrina stared at me for a long moment before nodding, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Alright. I’ll call my driver.”

I watched as she walked away, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. I had blown it with Sabrina, and I didn’t even care. All I could think about was the one person I shouldn’t be having thoughts about.

When I got home, I dropped my keys on the counter and sank onto the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. I was exhausted, physically, emotionally. But as I reached for my phone to check my messages, my heart stuttered in my chest.

A message from Lilith.

I hesitated for a moment, telling myself not to open it. But my traitorous thumb moved before my brain could catch up, and her snap filled my screen.

There she was, holding her breasts, her naked body on full display. Her skin was flushed, her eyes veiled with desire, and the caption beneath the photo read: This could be you holding these right now, Daddy.

My breath tethered, my hand trembling as I scrolled to the next message. Another picture. Her thighs spread, her fingers between her legs, glistening with wetness. The caption: Zoom in, Daddy, and you’ll see how dripping wet my cookie is for you.

My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, and I clenched my jaw, trying to regain control. But the more I stared at the pictures, the more my resolve crumbled. All I wanted was to bury my face between her thighs, to feel her wetness against my tongue, to hear her moan my name.

Another message popped up: I know you want me, Daddy.

I groaned, tossing the phone onto the couch, my heart racing, my blood pumping irregularly. She was taunting me, and I was letting her.

But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t. I drag my hand down my face, frustrated at my lack of self control when it concerns her. She unbalances me and if I am not lying, I anticipate her taste trap messages even when I know what they do to me.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of her, trying to forget the way my body reacted to her words, to the way she teased me. But all I could think about was her voice, whispering the dirtiest things I’d ever heard.