Bastian's POV Once again, I felt her breath before I saw her, soft and warm against my skin, like a secret. I turned, my hands outstretched to touch her, but she was just out of reach. The moonlight caught the curves of her body, her skin glowing as if she were made of shadows and light. Lilith. She stood before me, yet out of reach, mischief glinting in her eyes. Her lips parted, curling into that wicked sexy smile she always wore when she knew she had me. She always had me hooked and panting for more. "Come closer," she whispered, her voice winding around me, soft, dangerous and alluring. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last. I moved toward her, every muscle in my body aching, burning with a need I couldn't explain nor understand. But no matter how close I got, she drifted farther away, taunting me with that damn laugh, reechoes like melodious music. She was my master and I, her slave. Suddenly, her hands were on me, tracing lines over my chest, with
I couldn’t get the sound of her voice out of my head. Even after the call ended, even after I slammed the phone down, it lingered, her moans, the way she said “Daddy” like a sinful promise. It stuck to me, clung to my skin no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I shouldn't want this. Not her. Not Lilith. But I did. I got dressed quickly, throwing on my usual suit, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t her. The office. The meeting with Marcus. Anything. Ha, yes, Marcus. My stomach twisted as his name floated to the surface of my mind. He was supposed to be my best friend. The man who trusted me above all others. And I... I was slowly betraying that trust in the most dangerous way possible. I walked to the window, staring out at the city below, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The sun was already high, casting long shadows across the sky, but it did nothing to warm the cold pit of guilt that had settled deep in my chest. I thought about my daughter, Sofia, the w
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 a
Bastian’s POVThe sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting across my office desk in harsh lines. I’d been sitting there for hours, staring at the stack of papers in front of me, trying to focus on the endless contracts and spreadsheets that demanded my attention. But all I could think about was last night. Lilith.Her messages, her pictures, it all replayed in my mind like a movie on loop. The way her body glistened, the curve of her breasts, the wetness between her legs. She was relentless. And no matter how much I tried to push her out of my thoughts, she refused to leave, I know right now, there is no salvation for me only damnation. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. This has to stop, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time. I had to get her out of my head. I had to. Yet, no matter what, she doesn't leave. One thing about temptation is, the more you fight it, the more you get pulled in.My phone buzzed, and my pulse quickened, knowing who it