All Chapters of Craving Daddy's Bestfriend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

All I wanted to do was help myself, I wasn't expecting to see Bastian sitting on my bed looking at me with wild eyes that were devouring me. I don't want to wait. I wonder what will happen if I disobey him. What kind of punishment would he give me? The thought of having him punish me made me feel so unhinged and excited. I did not realize when my hand moved to my clit as I slowly massaged it, just as I liked it . The electrifying pleasure that shot through my body made my body spasm, I could feel my climax. I couldn't stop my finger as it sank deeply into my needing cunt. It went in and out. I tried holding my moan in. I didn't want him to hear me but I couldn't contain the sound of pleasure that came out of my mouth. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Bastian stepped in looking angry. The look on his face was scary. The desire was palpable but he wasn't joking when he said, he didn't like being disobeyed. He watched me like a wolf watches his prey. My hand froze inside my

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

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

~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 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