All Chapters of The Biker's Favorite Sinner: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lila’s POVTHE GARDEN looked different at night. Not romantic. Not soft. Just older.The hedges rose higher than they did during the day, shadows folding inward like they were listening. The stone path held the day’s warmth, seeping up through the thin soles of my shoes, grounding me in a way the house no longer could.I should not have been out here.The estate was still half tense from the outage. Security moved in pairs. Doors that were usually left open were shut tight. Voices carried differently. Even the air felt like it had learned how to hold secrets.But my chest felt too tight indoors.I followed the gravel path until it curved near the east fountain, the one no one used anymore because the pump groaned when it ran. I had barely reached the edge of the water when I heard footsteps behind me.I knew who it was before I turned.Jacob did not move quietly when he was thinking too much. His steps were measured, controlled, but heavier than usual, like his body was carrying somet

Lila’s POVI LOCKED the door behind me and leaned my forehead against it, breathing through the quiet.The room felt too clean. Too still. Like it had not witnessed anything real in days.Vivienne’s voice still echoed in my head. Her smile. The way she said my father’s name like it belonged to her too. Like it was a weapon she knew how to use better than I did.I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone without seeing it.I should not have done it.I did it anyway.Me: Are you at the stables?The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.Jacob: I will be there now.No questions. No hesitation. Just presence.My chest tightened.I changed clothes quickly. Something simple. Something I could move in. The house felt louder than usual as I slipped out, every creak amplified by nerves I could not quiet.The path to the stables was dim, lanterns casting warm circles of light on gravel. The smell of hay and leather reached me before the structure came fully into vi

Lila’s POVMORNING ARRIVED quietly, the kind of quiet that made everything feel staged.Sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains and settled on the far wall, soft and harmless, like nothing ugly had ever happened in this house. I lay still for a moment, listening to the faint hum of the city waking up outside, my body already tense before my eyes even opened. My mind replayed fragments of the night before in half-formed images. Adrian’s voice. The tone he used when he thought he had won. The phone call I was never meant to hear.I turned my head slightly.Adrian was already awake.He sat against the headboard, hair neatly combed, shirt buttoned halfway like he had dressed with intention even before breakfast. His phone rested face down beside him, a calculated choice that did not escape me. When he noticed me stirring, his expression softened immediately.There it was. The smile.“Good morning,” he said warmly. “Did you sleep well?”I hesitated for a fraction of a second too long.

Lila’s POVAVOIDING JACOB became a discipline. A quiet one. The kind that lived in the tightening of my chest when I heard his footsteps in the hall, or the way my hands shook when I passed the library doors and smelled old paper and something warm and familiar that felt like him.I told myself it was temporary. I told myself it was dignity.But the truth was uglier. I was ashamed.Not of wanting him. I had crossed that bridge long before I pressed my mouth to his and begged him with my body to finish what we had started. I was ashamed because he had stopped. Because I had asked why and heard the echo of my own need ring too loud in the room.Why won’t you take me?The question haunted me in places I did not expect. In the bathroom mirror when I studied my mouth, still too swollen from the memory of his kiss. In bed at night when my body remembered the way his hands had mapped me like something sacred and dangerous at once. In the quiet mornings when Adrian kissed my cheek absently an

Lila’s POVTHE SOUND cracked the night open.It did not echo the way I expected a gunshot to echo. It punched. Sharp and final and close enough that my body reacted before my mind did. My breath vanished, my ears rang, and the world tilted sideways as if the estate itself had flinched.Someone screamed. I was not sure if it was me.Feet pounded against stone and gravel. Lights flared on all at once, harsh white beams cutting through the dark, turning hedges and statues into something skeletal and wrong. Voices collided, overlapping, frantic, useless.I did not move.I felt him before I saw him. A force at my back, a hard arm sweeping across my chest, pulling me into something solid and unyielding. My cheek pressed against a familiar shoulder. My nose filled with the scent of him, clean and sharp and unmistakably Jacob.He did not hesitate. He did not ask.He turned me so my back was fully to him, one arm locked around my ribs, the other braced outward like he was ready to take somethi