All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Marcella’s pov Pinned so hard onto the wall, my temperature was rising with a need I buried long ago, it was a feeling I recognized perfectly, one that I had known and chosen to leave buried forever but with her breath brushing my skin, it reminded me of it all and who I really was. Gosh, I dared Lucille. “Fuck you Lucille Parker”. The words rushed out my mouth and damn I meant every word literally, I really wanted to fuck her, i just wanted to know what real pleasure felt like once more, but I was being delusional, just a word say, I wasn’t hoping to see her act on it but words really have a way to trigger anyone. Who would have thought she felt the heat too? She leaned in closer, her lips claiming mine in a soft kiss, her tongue found a way to part my lips. Her lips taste filled my mouth just like it used it, what started as a small kiss moved into a deep one, growing fierce and longer on each other, everything in the world died in my thought as all I cared about was to feel he

Lucille’s povI couldn’t breathe, my heart pounding hard, the whole world was before me, staring right into my face, caught in the very act. God, what was I supposed to do now? My breath cracked, coming in heavy gasps.How was I going to deny everything? Caught in the very act, how do I do it? I stumbled backwards in frozen steps, my legs staggered, my knees were trembling that I almost fell. The world came crumbling, everything, everything I’ve hidden all my life. Everything I did to keep it a secret, all my wrongs now before everyone, everything I had done kept flashing back at me in speed, everything that happened in my life right from my childhood. All the lies I told, my life with Laurel, the reason we left our town to be here, everything came flooding back, all the memories, my mum’s warnings, coming into a new town to meet Marcella, trying to force myself to be a new person but all attempts failed, lying to the media on every interview that I was a straight person, every now an

Lucille Parker I wasn’t happy with whatever she was doing but I couldn’t remain silent with everything that was happening, most of all the way her mother dragged her. I wanted to keep my eyes away, pretend like I didn’t see it happening but ….. how long have I been silent? acting like I don’t know what has been happening around me, like I didn’t see Marcel treated like a worthless piece because of me, even if I wanted to, my heart couldn’t. Something pushed me to her mother and I had to pull her away and protect her myself, shifting her right behind me. All eyes turned to me, the reporters were silent for a minute, surprise written on everyone faces, watching the whole drama unfold as the room pictured everything that played out. I could see so much anger and rage written all over her face, Mrs Solis wasn’t having the best mood there is at this moment. “Miss Parker…” she called out my name still trying to maintain a calm composure but her facial expression was giving her hot ste

Lucille’s povThe scene was a mad scene, with shouts echoing from every corner. Everyone wanted an answer; everyone wanted an audience."Miss Parker... please, just one question!" a reporter shouted at me."Miss Parker, over here! Please!" Questions flew back and forth from every angle.My mother refused to calm down. She just kept raging at me, her voice cutting through the noise. Between the press swarming like wolves and my mother screaming at top pitch, my head was spinning wild. I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing. Heavens, please save me.I think my prayer was actually heard when a group of High level guards suddenly burst into the scene."Everyone... it's time to evacuate the building! The party is over," a male voice announced over a loudspeaker.My eyes darted around, trying to spot the man with the voice. I couldn't see the speaker, but I saw teams of men in tailored suits aggressively ushering people toward the exits. Judging by their look, they had to be Patrick’

Lucille’s pov Dinner was awkward. No one spoke. The only sound filling the dining room was the clinking of silver cutlery against porcelain plates, teeth’s crushing food lumps. I tried to keep my head down and focus on my food, but I couldn't help darting glances around the table, reading the faces of everyone present: my dad, my mum, and Patrick. My dad and mum their looks was one of worry, doubts, a thousand questions they didn’t have the courage to ask but back to Patrick, he ate like a man with no worries, savoring on every bite he picked on with so much relax and causal composure. I couldn't bear the heavy silence any longer. With a burning question lingering in my mind, I finally broke the silence. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice cold and sharp. He didn't respond at first, acting as though he hadn't heard me. "Patrick," I called out again, firmer this time. He raised an eyebrow, glancing up from his plate. "What is it that you want from us?" He picked up