All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Veronica's POV:I'd seen Max in many forms by now.The surfer boy playing in waters... The party boy with a drink in hand and that dangerous smile. The bad boy with his tattoos and irreverent attitude.I've seen him even drunk and sick, vulnerable in ways he'd probably hate me remembering.But I never thought he'd be a biker too.Yet there he stood in the driveway at exactly two o'clock, a helmet dangling casually from one hand, dressed head to toe in black leather. The jacket fit him like it was custom-made—and knowing the Ashfords, it probably was—hugging his shoulders and arms in a way that emphasized every line of muscle beneath.His jeans were dark, his boots heavy and worn in that way that said they'd seen actual use, not just fashion.And behind him, gleaming in the afternoon sun like some kind of mechanical beast, was a racing bike. It was sleek, black, powerful. The kind of machine that looked like it could go from zero to terrifying in seconds.Max was leaning against it cas

Veronica's POV:"Well... you're really hard to understand," I confessed;Max only chuckled... that always did strange things to my insides.We took our seats at the table opposite each other, and I immediately noticed the imperfections—the table wobbled when I rested my elbows on it, the chair squeaked loudly as I shifted my weight, the whole setup looking like it had been salvaged from someone's garage sale decades ago.I wondered how the food could possibly be any good in a place like this. Max, who usually ate at high-level restaurants with Michelin stars and prix fixe menus—just like me—was actually willing to eat here... in this tiny, run-down café in the middle of nowhere with furniture that looked like it might collapse at any moment.But when our food arrived, and I tentatively touched a French fry into my mouth, I was stunned.It was delicious. Not just good—absolutely... mind-blowingly delicious. The fry was perfectly crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, seasoned with

Max's POV:Yes, I was fully clothed in front of her. Still, I felt completely naked.More vulnerable than I'd ever been in my entire life.I'd had plenty of women see me without clothes... that was easy, physical, and uncomplicated.But this? Stripping away all of my carefully constructed masks... revealing the parts of myself I'd buried so deep I sometimes forgot they existed?!This was a different kind of exposure entirely.And it terrified me!Veronica moved closer, leaning down until her head rested against my shoulder.I let my arm come around her, pulling her in, and suddenly my senses were engulfed by her sweet jasmine scent.It was intoxicating, but not in the wild, reckless way I was used to. She felt softer against me... warmer, like coming home."That is just so sad, you know," she said quietly, her breath warm against my neck. "That you're giving up your full potential for the sake of not being a competitive threat to your brother."I chuckled down at her.She didn't get it

Veronica's POV:The cabin looked like it had been swallowed by the forest, with trees around.No one seemed to be around... as if the world had simply ended here. The only noise I heard was the leaves ruffling.For a moment, I stood at the entrance, my breath fogging slightly in the cold air, feeling like I’d stepped into some secret world that didn’t belong to reality.Max pushed the door open behind me, and I walked inside.And instantly… my assumptions shattered.The interior wasn’t dark or creepy like the outside suggested. It was warm. Almost… cozy.A fireplace waited, logs stacked invitingly beside it, making the place warm with couch, and bookshelves.It looked lived in. Like a home.Like Max had been here enough times to make it his own.I turned around slowly, eyes scanning the room with disbelief. “You’re telling me you own a cabin in the middle of nowhere?” I asked, curiously.Max shut the door behind us with a calm click and leaned casually against it, arms folded across h

Max's POV:Validation... that's all Veronica needed from me, a crumb of approval to fuel her desperation. She was striving harder to get me... She was all fire and no control, reacting instead of commanding the moment. I could see it in the way her eyes pleaded, begging for me to break, to give her what she truly craved without knowing it.Before she could protest, I wrapped one arm around her waist and stood, lifting her naked body off my lap.She clung to me instinctively, legs wrapping around my waist, but I ignored the invitation, focused on the bed frame waiting in the corner with had sturdy iron with cuffs dangling from the posts, prepared for moments like this. I dumped her onto the mattress as she scrambled to sit up, her eyes were defiant but pupils blown wide with lust."What are you—" she started, but I silenced her with a look, grabbing her wrists and yanking them above her head.The cold metal of the cuffs clicked shut around her delicate skin, chaining her to the hea