All Chapters of Burning Desires: Craving For My Father's Best Friend (Biker): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 90 Cassandra's POV When Gerald left me in that room, cold and still with the scented candles staring at me like a loser, I felt like something snapped inside me. He had been there one moment, all heat and need, and then he was gone, like something had snapped. I had him in the palm of my hand, waiting and ready. I lay there for a second, the aftertaste of him on my skin, and it wasn't sweetness. It was salt and anger. I told myself it was fine. I told myself I had what I wanted for the night. But then, I saw him move down the hall, and my chest went tight in a way that had nothing to do with desire. He stood at Liliana's door for a moment, and then he walked into her room. I didn't even have to think. The flame in me went hot and nasty. I pushed myself up, the silk of my robe moving against the mattress as I followed him. Seeing him standing there, soft and quiet with her, the way he looked at her like she was a wound he loved to press his thumb into, made a low, anima

CHAPTER 92 LILIANA Gerald cleaned me up with a washcloth, his eyes never leaving mine. The intimacy of the moment sent delicious goosebumps down my spine and all over my body, so all I could do was watch as he did the most intimate act. I wanted to be mad, I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't; my body craved his, and my wolf needed him. I was so pathetic, letting him have his way with me like a high schooler trying to please her abusive boyfriend. It irked me that he had such power over me even when I knew this was wrong and not what I wanted in the long run. I had always wanted a love like my father and mother. Even though I never knew my mom, the stories he told me about her were enough for me to know what I wanted. He knew she was the one the moment he met her and did everything in his power to get her. He was nothing at that time, and she was a powerful princess of one of the most powerful packs. He had worked his ass off for her and had cleaned up his act a

Chapter 94 Liliana Max was back. I couldn't believe it. I should have been happy he was back; I was back, but the guilt clawing at my chest would not allow me to enjoy it. Shit! I wondered what he would think or even say if he knew the truth of what I had been up to since he left. That I had been cozy with Gerald. Gerald, who had humiliated me in more ways than anyone else before. A part of me knew he wouldn't judge me, but what if he did? Sure. It wasn't exactly cheating, but it was definitely a type of betrayal that shouldn't have been overlooked. Every second I looked at his face, every time his eyes lingered on me like I was still someone worth missing, the memories of Gerald's hands on me rushed forward to the forefront of my mind. I winced. I wanted so badly to confess.I wanted to blurt it out before I chickened out, but every time I tried, something stopped me; it didn't help there were so many problems. This was absolutely ridiculous. "Max...I" "Liliana, I missed

Chapter 96 Cassandra I'd had enough. Everywhere I turned, there she was, Liliana, floating about like she'd been born with the right to Gerald's attention. Laughing at the wrong moments. Training like she belonged in boots that cost a fortune. It made bile rise in my throat. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not in his house, not in his thoughts. So I decided to stop simmering and do something. Find a thread. Pull it. Unravel her. That's how this sort of thing worked, right? People always thought power came from bright speeches and grand proofs. I knew better. Power liked small knives in dark places. When she left for the training ground, I waited two heartbeats and moved. Hallways were quiet, too quiet, and I liked it that way. I walked like I owned the place, shoulders back, with the kind of slow confidence that keeps servants from opening their mouths too wide. Her room smelled faintly of lavender. It niggled at me; lavender was for people who wanted other people to think th

Chapter 98 Liliana's POV The week for Tony's coronation arrived sooner than we were prepared for. The fact that my evil stepbrother was taking my throne without remorse sent me into a state of psychosis, but controlling my anger was paramount if I wanted to do things well. My brother, whom I once loved, had become a thorn in my flesh, and yes, I had spent two months hating his guts, and rightfully so, but it didn't mean that all the memories we'd made growing up were completely gone. Ultimately, I sought an explanation for his actions. That morning, as I stepped out of my room and down the stairs, I couldn't help but notice the pack house buzzing with unusual movement. Maids rushed down the hall, pulling trunks and boxes along. I glanced out the window to the courtyard, and a black SUV stood outside, and leaning against it was Cassandra. She was talking on the phone and also managing to direct the maids on where to put her boxes. A bit of hope stirred in my chest. It felt sm