Bastian's POV"Use words, kitten," I urged again, my voice steady but commanding. I needed her to say it, to claim her desires with no room for misinterpretation. But Lilith, lost in her haze of desire, remained defiant, her body arching and trembling as though words were beyond her reach."Tell me what you want, and it will be yours." I tipped her chin up, forcing her glazed eyes to meet mine."I want you," she finally whispered, her voice so soft it was barely audible. If I hadn’t been hanging on her every breath, I might have missed it."Good," I murmured, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "If you want me, then you can have me, but I need you to be detailed." My intention was clear; I wouldn’t let her off easily, not tonight.Lilith's bashful demeanor was charming, but it wasn’t what I craved. I wanted the bold, fiery woman who’d pursued me relentlessly, tearing down every wall I’d built around myself. I wanted her unguarded, free to voice her deepest desires.Her cheeks flush
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
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
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 saf
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’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 “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
~Lilith's POV~Jelly paled the moment she heard what I said. I feel bad asking that of her but she was the best person for the job. No one will suspect her if she plays her card right. " But Miss, I don't think I will be able to," she says in a small voice." You can. Just act as though you are going to beg Hellena."" Not sure it will work, Miss."" It will. After all, Lucy still believes you are working for her."" Alright, Miss. I will try my best." She sighs and then turns to leave.I bring out my phone that I had used in recording our conversation. This is a huge evidence. I can't be caught unguarded when Lucy wants Bastian.Jelly moved fast. By the time I returned from my walk around the hospital at noon, Bastian’s phone was already in my hands. She had taken a huge risk, but we had no other choice. My fingers shook as I scrolled through his messages, looking for the recording that I knew was in his phone. And of course, their chats. I was willing to do anything; that could h
Madam Ellana didn’t die by accident. It was a setup.Jelly’s words sent a cold shiver down my spine, echoing in my mind. I had thought Bastian had grown up in a cozy family when I first came here.But now, I knew better. This house of his was a den of pythons. They swallow whole.I looked at a trembling Jelly, knowing this might actually put her in trouble as well as me.Still, I needed to know. Why? I didn't know.I swallowed hard, pushing past the nausea crawling up my throat.“Tell me everything,” I whispered, my voice barely loud enough, the way I needed it to be. The fear in my voice was undeniable.Jelly’s hands were shaking, her lips trembling as she tried to find the right words. “I... I don’t know if I should…”I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Jelly, if you don’t, Lucy will keep using you. And one day, she’ll get rid of you too. You know that, don’t you?”Her eyes darted around the room, panic settling in. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, but… I’m scared, Miss.”“I unde
The antiseptic smell of the IV drip hung heavily in the room, hitting my nostrils anew. Jelly's trembling voice broke the suffocating silence Hellena's presence had brought and the trance I was seeking refuge in."Please, ma'am," she pleaded again, her eyes now wide with desperation. "Just let me go, and I promise I'll tell you everything I know."Yes, she had said that before.My heart quickens in excitement, a mix of fear and curiosity dancing within me. I took a cautious step closer, my voice barely above a whisper."What could you possibly know?" I asked again. It was more of a question to myself than to her.Jelly glanced nervously at Dr. Thomas and the officers before focusing back on me. "It's about Ellana, Bastian's late wife."I drew in a deep breath, shocked and appalled at her words. "What do you know about her?" I asked fearfully.Jelly hesitated, wringing her hands. "I know why she died."A cold shiver ran down my spine. "What are you saying?" I asked hoarsely. This was b
We all turned toward the voice that had bellowed that question. I instantly tensed when my eyes met the cold ones of Bastian’s mother. Hellena Lockhart’s sharp voice silenced the yelping of the struggling Jelly. She stood at the doorway, her presence commanding immediate attention.“What’s going on here?” she repeated.Her gaze swept across the room, looking at everyone as if they were insignificant. Even Dr. Thomas wasn’t spared from her disgust. Rather, her eyes shot daggers at him.Finally, her eyes landed on me, burning with an intensity that made my heart race, not with fear, but with anger and bitterness. If I were still trying to be in her good graces, like I had before, the weight of her stare would have been suffocating and overwhelming.But now? I didn’t care.A lump formed in my throat, stopping me from spitting out the venomous words stuck at the tip of my tongue.“You,” she spat, stepping forward with a pointed finger. Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. “This is a
Chapter 41: Has the operation been scheduled?What did she just say? First madam. Hellena or Rebecca, which one? If they drugged me, what about Bastian? My heart skipped a beat. They did something to Bastian." No, don't take her away," I screamed in fear. My palms became clammy with anxiety as my legs shook, almost giving out again.However, I am held by Dr. Thomas. I felt grateful towards him. Only God knows what Jelly would have done to me if it were not for him." Why?" I knew what he was asking without further clarification. " I need to know who was responsible." I simply stated. My voice, calmer than how I am actually feeling inside." Hmm." He turned to the two security guards who were holding the struggling Jelly down. " Hold her down, so she doesn't escape." The guards did as they were commanded.Jelly calmed after her hands were restrained behind her back. She looked fiercely at the guards. If we didn't know better, we would think that she was the one wronged and not me."
~Bastian's POV~She was here. Ellara and Sofia. They looked so happy and peaceful. If I hadn’t failed them, this is how they were supposed to be, filled with happiness when they were with me.I trailed after them through the wild field of sunflowers and lilies, the air fragrant with their scent, fresh and unpolluted. It was clean. It was refreshing.An overwhelming sense of peace washed over me. I had finally left it all behind. I could finally rest, rest from the guilt, the pain, the hurt, and the failures. My parents, my sins, my regrets, it was all behind me now. That was a good thing. That’s what I should have been thinking.So why was my peace being interrupted by the green-eyed, red-haired spitfire I left behind? Would she be fine? No, I didn’t think she would. Knowing Lilith, she would blame herself.I had heard her crying, soaking me with her tears, yet I couldn’t open my eyes. My eyelids were too heavy. No matter how hard I tried to move, I was stuck.I knew then and there, m
~Lilith’s POV~The sting of the slap still burned my cheek, but I didn’t care. I had drawn blood. Her blood. That was enough for me. But before I could gloat, before I could even process my next move, the world tilted, and I saw myself being welcomed by the ground.However, hands,strong, and firm, gripped my shoulders, steadying me. My body, about to crumple due to the exhaustion from fighting off the drug, threatened to give out, but those hands held me up. Kept me from falling.“Miss Morrell, are you alright?”That voice sounded so familiar. It felt like I knew it, but I couldn't pinpoint where, so I kept my cool, protecting myself from losing control to the drug.“Miss?” The voice called out again. I wanted to say I was fine, but I couldn't. Not that I didn’t want to, but my lips wouldn’t move.“Leave me alone! I was helping her!”It was the fake nurse from earlier. Whatever exhaustion my body was feeling flew out the hallway.Knowing she could still spill lies that might put me ba
~Lilith’s POV~ Bastian… he’ll be fine, right? Yes, Bastian will be fine. I tried opening my heavy lids, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. What’s happening? Did I fall sick or something? No. I need to wake up. I need to stand up and check on Bastian. I need to remind him not to die on me. Foolish Lilith, foolish Lilith. You caused this. It’s all your fault. You should have paid more attention to him. You should have checked up on him even after you left New York. If anything happens to Bastian, you are to blame. Guilt, shame, and hurt rushed through me. To think I’ve been making life difficult for Bastian… Jesus. What have I done? Why did I let my desires control me? No. First things first, I need to get up from this bed. The smell of antiseptic hits my nostrils. The beeping of a machine. Pain tears through my wrist. My hands feel heavy, just like my lower body. It feels like I’ve been hit by a train. Slowly, I pry my eyes open. A blinding light pierces through my
~Lilith’s POV~Where are the meds? I can't find them. Bastian doesn't look good. What should I do? No, Lilith, just concentrate on finding the medications. Why didn’t he say anything?Even in the midst of all this, his family was still frustrating him. Mad people everywhere.A loud thud echoes through the room, so loud that I fear whatever falls is already broken.I shouldn't have left him. That was the thought that crossed my mind when I saw him.Bastian had fallen. He was the one that had fallen. When did he stand? Wasn't he sitting on the floor? The sound I heard, it was him? And not an object?The marble wood drawer crashes against my leg, jolting me from my shock. My eyes snap back to him lying there, his eyes wide open. As though, shocked life was being snatched from him.No. No. No.“Bastiannnnnnnn!”I run with all my might, closing the two feet between us.I lift him up the moment I reach him, his weight heavy against me. His eyes are still bulging.“Please, don't die. I don't